Inside ourselves we strive for happiness,
yet we are riddled with conflicting emotions.
Pain and pleasure.
Joy and despair.
Arrogance and humility.
We are complicated beings.
We hie behind masks.
We threaten each others lives.
We cower in fear of one another.
Can we, as a whole, escape from this rut we put ourselves in?
Will humanity survive itself,
or will we drive the world into madness?
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
Inside ourselves we strive for happiness,
yet we are riddled with conflicting emotions.
Pain and pleasure.
Joy and despair.
Arrogance and humility.
We are complicated beings.
We hie behind masks.
We threaten each others lives.
We cower in fear of one another.
Can we, as a whole, escape from this rut we put ourselves in?
Will humanity survive itself,
or will we drive the world into madness?
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