Is the spirit that comes to relieve you of your broken shell evil, or an angel of mercy? Do you know evil truely? Is it not possible that you are under the influence of evils that taint this world to such a degree that everyone accepts them as normal?
When you see the pattern you realize you aren’t defined by it. When you see that ‘what I am’ and ‘what I am not’ are of shallow meaning.
When I see that though I may define myself as being “not” something, I can be that thing, and when I define myself as “being” something that can cease.
“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection” Thomas Paine























