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What I've Gleaned From Life
Your heart shines as the mire and filth surround you. For what is the reason? Your
ineptitude led to this scenario. Your ignorance a snare upon your soul.
Unforgiving...not to be escaped, but only endured.The darkness snuffed out your
light. The hedonism brought it through the door and now the former pleasures have
become pain. You sought escape.Now you have neither happiness or anything as a
redoubt.The dark encompasses you. Alone and surrounded by it. It seems alive. With
you lie malevolent silhouettes, emanating an evil you didn/'/t think could be known.
Walk alone on this perennial journey where respite is anathema, and joy sucked away
by the past misdeeds flowing through you. It is but a dream, correct?You are an
illusion; a charector in the hell of a dead god. You see smiling faces. Strained is
every facial muscle. Forced to deformity they are. Their act is degrading. They are
become more and more shell like. The exterior vaguely human and now changing into a
pale imitation of humanity as you peer upon them.
What is the key to wisdom? Here is the trick, and what a divine, humorous trick it
is! So subtlety noticed and and even rarer is it utilized as a tool of gift.
Trauma! It strikes you, forces you to reflect at a level rarely tapped into by our
minds. Suffering. Pain and tragedy! Ironic it is that wisdom is attained through
wanton folly! Yet, do not seek out tragedy, pain, or dread. Never chase it. We
shan/'/t be masochists, deriving pleasure from pain. That is folly. Wisdom is what
the prize is. It won/'/t rise within you if you actively pursue it. Don/'/t long for
suffering, no. Let the tragedies come of their own accord. Let it hit
unsuspectingly, so that it/'/s impact may force you into deeper ways of thought. To
stride throughout your day to day existence, and to suddenly be stricken by one of
lifes sneaky yet mighty sucker punches which instantly incinerates all self
confidence, peace of mind and serenity in one torturous instant that is entirely
without mercy, and with great cruelty leaves you nearly catatonic serves as a kind
of purification (painful) of all the common and ever consuming, petty cares which
accumulate around us as we live life and which, in our shock, are forced miserably
into isolation with only those palpable and rarely felt primal emotions which are
the underlying guiding forces behind our every act (often unnoticed) in life . In
those instances, rare and painful as they are, which most fear more than death due
to its capacity to raze you to the ground with piercing shame and defeat along with
great loss to your ego is a precious gift and lesson that leaves, in all it/'/s pain,
will, if endured with courage rather than self pity and regret, leave you with a
fleeting, yet crystal clear and magnified ability to see past the filthy,
meaningless trivialities of life and enable you to see into yourself, what you are
and what is of true import in life. That is the path to wisdom. You will learn to
be bold, to cut through the mire of lies which engulf you. Those carnal, fleeting
pleasures that guide vast amounts of souls towards a fruitless future will become
filth to you! Be brave! Endure the tragedies and look past the temporary pain so
that you can see the prize that it is! The gift of insight, maturity, and the
beginning of the developing of a keen and quick instinct which few possess.
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