We live in this filth that we call beauty, how ironic is that? Honestly, we keep trying to make everything all peachy, but what is the truth? Pain, tears and even sorrow have been hiding in the depths of all the happiness that we see pouncing around everywhere.
Murderers are allowed to live, while those they killed are just buried into the dirt and dust where they will erode away from even memories. But murderers will still live on, breath, and maybe find more victims if they so please. We only hope and pray that they would find redemption. But really will they?
The rich are allowed to get richer, but the poor, they just get poorer and poorer. While we sit and blame it on lack of awareness, nothing is being done to help them. They cry. They plead. They scream. But their voice is just so tiny, not even a bat can hear it.
We live in a place where everything is supposed to be beautiful but everything beneath it is just dark, drab and dismal. The base of it all is just so weak, yet what makes us think that this euphoric state will be permanent? Hope? It is just like the Titanic, when everyone used to believe that it was unsinkable, but really, what happened? It was just another boat that had its imperfections.
We're all imperfect. We all just love to put into our minds the ideas of a euphoria that will never exist. So what we do is, we project that euphoria into our real worlds, and forget the implications. Honestly, who cares what will happen to the third person. The externalities have never ever been considered and only theoretically put in play. If we know something bad will happen, we brush it away. And then we just say what a beauty.
Everyone builds their own happiness, through money, through laundering, through whatever means possible. The human race is such an intelligent and beautiful race, but we don't fall short of filth either. With this intelligence we have greed, lust, pride, envy, sloth, gluttony and wrath. Making us so despicable. We are ready to pounce on others to get what we want, even if it is not a matter of survival. We as humans are ready to kick and bite and kill even the hand that feeds us as part of our gratitude. We've been horrible people. We've destroyed ourselves. We're filth.
Only hope brings us the salvation to think of the beauty of our euphoria. But no one will take a step to change it all, and even if one does, the hardships and obstacles towards the goal is so harsh, that it would take just will power to break through. But until then, we live in this filth that we call beauty...
By Vicky Zhuang Yi-Yin
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