I walk a path of selfishness, hedonism, and materialism. I walk a path of generosity, discipline, and spirituality.
I straddle both roads like I’m walking on train tracks. Parallel lines meet at the point of infinity, it’s only from here that they appear separate.
I hate suffering. It makes me sick. Fills me with equal parts sadness and rage. Parallel lines cross at infinity.
Keep the crowns and titles. I’m a Duke of no man’s court. I don’t want to lead, I want to save. Salvation is found within. Must I become a miner, to dig the salvation out of you? Or should I simply walk away, and leave you to the currents? You will get exactly what you believe you will get, but I didn’t put the beliefs there and neither did you. How do I show you that they’re lies?
I dream of a world where suffering dies, but it’s no Utopia. It’s a violent place, full of destruction.
A war is waged as the sun goes from one side of the sky to the other. On an on: an endless jihad against the monsters of ourselves. We turn swords to the neck of Fear, to the neck of Delusion, to the neck of Suffering.
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Yeah, it can be a bit painful to grow while others appear to stay the same. Helping people is possible, but it can’t be done by force. It’s tempting to try and shake people awake, but we are all on our own paths, and not all paths lead to the same destination, though at the point of infinity, all paths will converge. Unless the idea of linearity is also a load of BS, which it might be.
The greatest thing, the greatest feeling, is the feeling of knowing that you made some kind of positive impact on another person. That you played a hand in moving them forward in life to better places. It’s not always an easy thing to do, but when it happens, it’s really something.
The old wisdom is true, you gotta save yourself first. Save yourself, others will follow along or not–you don’t even need to force the matter.