November 13, 2013

Responsibility on this Earth

For as long as I remember, I've disliked the world and humanity. It's a gloomy place to be. I learned how to see the glass as half-empty. The longer I lived, the more discouraged I became, because I observed humans and what they have been doing. Most of them are sleeping; they are unaware. Such condition results in hatred, competition, revenge, and hurt. How could I be inspired to make a difference in this world, where I'm only a tiny, seemingly insignificant speck? It wouldn't really matter if I were gone today, I thought. Until this time. The more I live and grow, the more I realize that no matter how much I don't like what's happening and what humans do or what they are, I'm still responsible for bringing good to this planet. I didn't come here to sulk and complain, to fight or avenge, to discourage or berate. I actually came here to give love in a way that's most suitable for me, which will inevitably result in this planet to become a little better. Even though I'm one of the seven billion people, everything I do and think matters. I'm not saying that I have sudden faith in humanity or that I like this world. What I'm saying is that I have a lot of love to offer and I'm responsible for sharing it with others. Then I can live in peace and leave in peace.


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