And without doubt, his cold, hollow eyes
held the truth that he had craved for long ago.
Yet the satisfaction of knowing what was to come, to know where he was headed,
hadn't fulfilled him.
It just left a gaping hole in his chest,

And yet, the quest for knowledge continued.


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I love it when people bring up world issues to discuss and try to resolve, but have such a narrow minded point of view about it, strictly from one aspect. 

Some issues hit harder than others when it affects you personally,  I get it. There are issues in the world that are minor but need to be addressed, I get it. But come on, there are far more important things to be worrying about. 

Like, I know this girl that from what I’m seeing on her Facebook feed, that she’s suddenly taking an interest to these devastating modern events that are taking place. 

You’re religious, I get that. You care for these people that are being affected, I get that. 

But your feed is glaringly christian based. You’re crying your heart out for a handful of people that share your religious belief that are being treated reasonably well for what they were doing. Yet you cast a blind eye on the nightmares that are happening that are outside your immediate religious view. 

"400 - 500 fellow _____ injured, 30 killed, because of ______"

"OH WOW SO SAD" 

*feverishly fills fb page*

yes indeed that’s pretty fuckin’ brutal, I can sympathize with you there, good luck with your campaign. 

"Estimated 40,000 to 50,000 casualties only in the first week of  fighting, due to the genocide by ____ because of their ______ faith"

"Oh wow lol, anyways i g2g" 

I don’t think people are capable of being that narrow. Don’t suddenly show that you’re some humanitarian heroine-esque goddess that’s trying to change the world, when you’re only giving a fuck about a small portion of events that aren’t even that serious. 

Why do I find myself facing an identity crisis every waking moment?

The laughter, giggles, joyous moments. The bonds that we share and create, it all feels compulsive, synthetic in a sense. 

Yet when I’m at home. The cold, bitter me feels foreign as well. 

Who am I exactly?

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