When I think about the ‘me’ of the past, I feel conflicted.
I wouldn’t call that child a good person. Although my memories are vague, I do remember some of the things I did. But most of all, I remember the things I said. And when I think about it, I Realize that I am Fortunate. I am fortunate that I wasn’t given a platform at such a young age. I am fortunate that my ability to hurt others was lessened considerably.
But when I think about what the world has come to, I realize that I am afraid. Not for myself, but for my loved ones, and for those strangers whom I may never have the privilege of meeting.
People hide their insecurities behind their anonymity. They take to making death threats and harassing others online for unfathomable reasons. And, many of these people are young. They are misled. They are merely following the masses by jumping on the metaphorical bandwagon of hate. They are easily influenced by what others have to say, so much that they don’t have the time to think about what their words truly mean.
Remember this: mistakes can be made without the intention of hurting others, although they might be hurtful. If you cannot forgive, then please understand that we are only Human. You were not born perfect; it is only in the process of stumbling through life that you are able to educate yourself.
But when those words are uttered for the sole purpose of hurting and inflicting pain on someone else, that’s when you lose your humanity. That’s when you become someone despicable.
Ask yourself this: just how much can the mind, body, and soul take before a person breaks? And do you think you can wash the blood off your hands once it’s been shed?
I’ll write up a lengthier blog post once my thoughts are organized. I just had to get this off my chest.
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