Familiar feelings just the same

I could have never seen this coming. What an absolutely insignificant moment that was in my mind, as I saw him there from the height of a pedestal in my delusioned sense of esteem. I proceeded to dance for this handsome stranger who seemed to be unable to pull his eyes from me. He had extraordinary passion locked in his eyes, but appeared in an unseeming shallow charm. I remain unmoved. For who is he that I should be takened by? As this was no more than mutual appreciation for beauty without faces or soul. An art that demands admiration but warns against imitation. His eyes wandered slowly from every inch of my exposed skin as though in awe, and I smirk in a learned arrogance. But as soon as his eyes met mine I also met his. Something strange crept over me, a desire to know, to meet this intrigument as if it had a past encounter. So I bent down from the couple of feet I felt comforted by, and introduced myself with curious eyes.

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Someone once wrote:"Ethics cannot be based upon our obligations toward [people], but they are complete and natural only when we feel this Reverence for Life and the desire to have compassion for and to help all creatures in so far as it is in our power...because it is the foundation of a true humanism toward which we must strive if our culture is to become truly ethical." No matter the status that you hold or the material possession that you acquire in life will ever make you more or less deserving of the consequences of age because in the end, we all let go. I can't help but think of that small child whose lonely and cold somewhere when all he can really concentrate on is whether he'll have another meal we all take for granted and attention we all turn our backs to. The evil of this world are locked behind bars; man attempts to bring justice, to find a balance for remorse and vengeance. But how can his fellow man really bring him to justice? And generations after generations in a desperate attempt to lead each other away from pitfalls, we've only created more reasoning to watch our step in a minefield we've all share a part in creating. And I keep wondering through it all, how do some of us have the audacity to curse an entity we deny existence to. I am still awaiting the day I can be certain of the person I am, not someone else's carbon making. Sometimes I wonder if this place that I am so desperate to run from is a place I will always carry. I say too much, too often; making someone else's promises and speeches. I want a lot for myself actually, I want all my heart's desires to its full and selfish ends but even that I feel like I am utterly empty.

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