Thursday, February 4, 2010
An open letter, to no one in particular.
An attempt to comprehend....
I think that sometimes we do things without calculating what our actions will cost us down the road. You can curse me, spit on me, wish ill will upon me, spread lies, trample on people, be selfish, be cruel, live a lie. What will that cost you? Aren't you still the same miserable person? Isn't it sort of the rule that when you do shitty things, you feel like shit? Yeah, I think so. That type of misery is not erased by fame and money, my dear. I pity you.
There are, sadly, some people that are simply not capable of being honest with themselves. These types of people are beyond frustrating, but I guarantee that the frustration/aggravation they incite in others, cannot hold a candle to the whirlpool of negativity that churns inside of them. At the end of my life, I want to be proud of what I have accomplished/ overcome/ contributed to the world. How sad, at the end of the day, to have destroyed far more than you have created. You can dress them up, glorify them, paint an untruth on them, feed their egos....but at the end of the day they are still that miserable soul, lost, just lost. I am happy that I am not that lost. I am grateful that I am aware of my many flaws. I am lucky that I have enough humility to recognize the truth.