Memories and Monstrosities
Footsteps on a sandy beach are washed away by waves. Soon all traces of them disappear, and the sand is smooth as it heralds the coming of a new tide and the onslaught of new imprints. Why then does memory lingers in the recesses of our minds? Are we supposed to learn from our past or are we shackled, tortured by these memories? Why do some among us mutate into mere shadows of what we can be? Instead of a sublime buttefly that spreads its wings to tackle the world, those who let their past reign supreme over their present and their future evolve into a hideous monstrosity. A shadow - neither human nor animal.
Revelling in an existence of survival, of the basest instincts; eat drink, fornicate. No pursuit of intelligence nor growth. Stagnation, like a cesspool that only contains rot. Slowly decaying with age. The contrary of good wine which matures with age, they turn into vinegar, sour. But even vinegar has its place in the scheme of things.
Senses numbed by the weight of the memories they carry. Empathy raises their hackles, sympathy they spit upon. False pride they wear like a crown. A keen interest in the downfall and dirt of their peers, the knowledge that a close one or one far removed has weaknesses they carry like a valuable sword, to be used at their behest only to wound, or to kill. Feeding off every misstep, every downfall. Feeding off...
That is what they have evolved into - the most vicious of parasites, for want of a better word. Yet even parasites serve a purpose in nature - desease, elimination, decomposition. Are these monstrosities parasites in human form? Are they meant to cause the downfall and the death of their peers? Like an infectious desease, are they supposed to turn others into weaklings like them?
Survival of the fittest then. Only the strong remain unscathed in wake of these parasites. The weak will succumb and wither away, one more pawn succumbs to the tireless attacks of a monstrosity with no name. One more flower deprived of its short life due to a desease. But the flower nurtured by love and nature prevails, strengthened by simple elements it draws its life from. For these are the simple elements which we need to grow strong and true.
A strong flower will mock the desease - I will not wither in your presence. My strength and my tolerance you cannot conquer. I will leave and breathe. I will dance in the rain and the sunshine till my time comes. My beauty and essence are for others to appreciate. The elements which have made you into what you are are the same elements in the same universe which feed me and makes me strong. You have used them for all the wrong purposes. You have not learnt, you have not grown. I am not a monstrosity like you.
Revelling in an existence of survival, of the basest instincts; eat drink, fornicate. No pursuit of intelligence nor growth. Stagnation, like a cesspool that only contains rot. Slowly decaying with age. The contrary of good wine which matures with age, they turn into vinegar, sour. But even vinegar has its place in the scheme of things.
Senses numbed by the weight of the memories they carry. Empathy raises their hackles, sympathy they spit upon. False pride they wear like a crown. A keen interest in the downfall and dirt of their peers, the knowledge that a close one or one far removed has weaknesses they carry like a valuable sword, to be used at their behest only to wound, or to kill. Feeding off every misstep, every downfall. Feeding off...
That is what they have evolved into - the most vicious of parasites, for want of a better word. Yet even parasites serve a purpose in nature - desease, elimination, decomposition. Are these monstrosities parasites in human form? Are they meant to cause the downfall and the death of their peers? Like an infectious desease, are they supposed to turn others into weaklings like them?
Survival of the fittest then. Only the strong remain unscathed in wake of these parasites. The weak will succumb and wither away, one more pawn succumbs to the tireless attacks of a monstrosity with no name. One more flower deprived of its short life due to a desease. But the flower nurtured by love and nature prevails, strengthened by simple elements it draws its life from. For these are the simple elements which we need to grow strong and true.
A strong flower will mock the desease - I will not wither in your presence. My strength and my tolerance you cannot conquer. I will leave and breathe. I will dance in the rain and the sunshine till my time comes. My beauty and essence are for others to appreciate. The elements which have made you into what you are are the same elements in the same universe which feed me and makes me strong. You have used them for all the wrong purposes. You have not learnt, you have not grown. I am not a monstrosity like you.
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