Hey guys. Another short story from myself in a long time.
To put things into perspective, one must look at the same goal with different eyes. Once this has been done, a person can then analyze what makes the other person's viewpoint just as valid as their own. It's funny sometimes. One would think that the world must hold this truth as one of the only remaining acclimations of human society and sociological confirmations. See, I didn't kill the whole store of people because I am a psychotic mass murderer with a penchant for blood and a tase for chaos and disorder. I killed because it was the releasing of 35 souls into a better understanding of their own selves.
Let's look at things this way: the women screaming, the men whimpering, the children crying for their mothers and fathers, the unborn lying in the wombs of their mothers never to know the scent of a flower of the high note or a spring bird. It's beautiful it is. Have you ever once stopped to listen to the heartbeat of Mother Earth? To hear her sigh as the wind gently caresses your face or her warmth as the temperature rises to match her mood? I bet you haven't. The only thing that has ever concerned most of humanity nowadays is the next cup of Starbucks they can wrap their demented little lips around and what the world hasn't offered them already.
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
This is where my perspective comes in and shatters all others before it. Is death really the end? Depends on what you believe in. If you believe in Christianity, you either go to Heaven or Hell depending on if you accept Jesus Christ as your personal savior. If you believe in the Muslim faith, you must accept that Muhammad is the savior and that no other prophets are before him. If you believe in Hinduism, then death is only the closing of one life and reincarnation is the start of another. I have my own theory about life. Life is the small pond that resides in the forest of eternity. Over the couse of its time, it will be disturbed, inhabited, and generally left alone. However, when the one pond is joined by a billion other ponds just like it, we now have an ocean and the heartbeat of humanity. Can you feel it? The pulse that is shared between people when the air is silent and the only thing heard is the breath of one another? The exhalation of stress when one becomes comfortable in their surroundings?
Now you are beginning to understand my perspective. Why do I persist? To answer this question, you must first answer it yourself. What make you continue living the life you lead? Is it power, respect, dignity, loyalty, self-loathing, or all of the above? Is it the thought of waking in the morning and resting at night? Are you afraid of death? Afraid to stare him in the eyes and say, "Bite me?" Or are you the risk taker? The person who take life by the balls and won't let go until what you want is given?
HA HA HA HA HA. That is pathetic. By thinking that way, you are conforming yourself to two patterns of thought. You are either 1.) A spinless oaf of a person who does not know what will happen to them in life and always be afraid of what may come or 2.) a selfish, brutal person who only believes that the world revolves around them and so be it.
If this is the case, then you might as well be the person behind the gun staring at the 35 you are about to murder because in reality Planet Earth, we are all animals trying to outsmart, outwit, overproduce, overwork, oversex, and outlive the next. It is Darwin's theory perfected. "Survival of the Fittest." If you cannot adapt to the change, then suffer to die and let the stronger rise above you.
So that's what I did. I took my gun, went down to the nearest grocery store and rose above 35 others who were not ready for their metamorphosis into beautiful souls. So when this man finally says, "May God have mercy on my soul," I'll smile as the drugs course into my veins and my metamorphosis begins. I'll smile because this ugly catepillar is about to become a beautiful butterfly and rise above agony and pain and fly away forever.
To put things into perspective, one must look at the same goal with different eyes. Once this has been done, a person can then analyze what makes the other person's viewpoint just as valid as their own. It's funny sometimes. One would think that the world must hold this truth as one of the only remaining acclimations of human society and sociological confirmations. See, I didn't kill the whole store of people because I am a psychotic mass murderer with a penchant for blood and a tase for chaos and disorder. I killed because it was the releasing of 35 souls into a better understanding of their own selves.
Let's look at things this way: the women screaming, the men whimpering, the children crying for their mothers and fathers, the unborn lying in the wombs of their mothers never to know the scent of a flower of the high note or a spring bird. It's beautiful it is. Have you ever once stopped to listen to the heartbeat of Mother Earth? To hear her sigh as the wind gently caresses your face or her warmth as the temperature rises to match her mood? I bet you haven't. The only thing that has ever concerned most of humanity nowadays is the next cup of Starbucks they can wrap their demented little lips around and what the world hasn't offered them already.
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.
This is where my perspective comes in and shatters all others before it. Is death really the end? Depends on what you believe in. If you believe in Christianity, you either go to Heaven or Hell depending on if you accept Jesus Christ as your personal savior. If you believe in the Muslim faith, you must accept that Muhammad is the savior and that no other prophets are before him. If you believe in Hinduism, then death is only the closing of one life and reincarnation is the start of another. I have my own theory about life. Life is the small pond that resides in the forest of eternity. Over the couse of its time, it will be disturbed, inhabited, and generally left alone. However, when the one pond is joined by a billion other ponds just like it, we now have an ocean and the heartbeat of humanity. Can you feel it? The pulse that is shared between people when the air is silent and the only thing heard is the breath of one another? The exhalation of stress when one becomes comfortable in their surroundings?
Now you are beginning to understand my perspective. Why do I persist? To answer this question, you must first answer it yourself. What make you continue living the life you lead? Is it power, respect, dignity, loyalty, self-loathing, or all of the above? Is it the thought of waking in the morning and resting at night? Are you afraid of death? Afraid to stare him in the eyes and say, "Bite me?" Or are you the risk taker? The person who take life by the balls and won't let go until what you want is given?
HA HA HA HA HA. That is pathetic. By thinking that way, you are conforming yourself to two patterns of thought. You are either 1.) A spinless oaf of a person who does not know what will happen to them in life and always be afraid of what may come or 2.) a selfish, brutal person who only believes that the world revolves around them and so be it.
If this is the case, then you might as well be the person behind the gun staring at the 35 you are about to murder because in reality Planet Earth, we are all animals trying to outsmart, outwit, overproduce, overwork, oversex, and outlive the next. It is Darwin's theory perfected. "Survival of the Fittest." If you cannot adapt to the change, then suffer to die and let the stronger rise above you.
So that's what I did. I took my gun, went down to the nearest grocery store and rose above 35 others who were not ready for their metamorphosis into beautiful souls. So when this man finally says, "May God have mercy on my soul," I'll smile as the drugs course into my veins and my metamorphosis begins. I'll smile because this ugly catepillar is about to become a beautiful butterfly and rise above agony and pain and fly away forever.
aim: IMB3AU
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