Right and WrongToday, one of my teachers walked up to me and asked what had been wrong with me. She said I hadn't been acting the same as when the semester had begun earlier this year.Right and Wrong by Hannawook
I told her that nothing was wrong. She quickly accused me of lying, but let it go. I don't think she's going to ever understand my problem is the fact that nothing is wrong.
Everything I had thought to be normal was actually wrong. The fact that I had friends. The idea itself that I might be good enough to talk to people, and to have people talk to me. That I might be interesting enough for people to like me for who I am, instead of somebody I pretend to be. The thought that I was worth any effort put towards me. Just the thought that I could be somebody important in life, that I could change the world, was an immature and childish thought.
The thought that I was a good person? Wrong. Every good and kind word that has ever been written, spoken, or even thought about me was wrong. My very existence is so very WRONG. The
Death PerceptionDeath. Abhorred and unwelcome. The very mention of Death brings on a wave of disparagement and ill-word. A fiend, a ghastly thief of the living, of the loved. Death belongs nowhere in the world, except in death itself.Death Perception by Hannawook
Why must we ridicule Death so harshly, when there exists no understanding of its true purpose, its true blessing? Yes, Death in pure form does not exist to bring mourning or depression. The one thing everyone agrees they hope to have, the one thing everyone looks forward to and works toward in life, is Death. How?
"I wish I never had to work again, and that all my stress would just go away. I wish life didn't feel so hard," we hear more times than there exists fingers on all the hands in the world. Does this description not sound like death? Do we understand the type of being that Death lives as? We look at one side, the side of ourselves, not the side of death, not the side of the dead.
We live to work. We work to live. Every day, we work for the next. We spend the past