We live in an era that preaches differences yet seems unable to reconcile with it. A dichotomy of the same tribal instincts dressing up in jargon and slogans. The quiet assumption that people can be judged by their group identity rather than their individual character. The failure to adjudge an individual action, withholding intellectual honesty in the name of righteous recognition.
The truth is we paved the way of communality and created everything that we are today. We alone are responsible for the path of hell created with good intentions and the deafening silence from the witnesses.
Though I am a cynic, I haven’t given up hope. I do not wish to talk about news, politics, or the same tired nothing that spills endlessly onto our screens.
Like all humans have done, especially as discourse crumbles, I search for warmth.
Lately, I feel as though I’ve lost it.
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