Have we become such a cynical, skeptical, pessimistic society that meaningful, valuable words blow by us like debris?
Are we justified in our analytical, rational disposition?
Have we become numb to goodness, and what does it mean exactly?
Words that are meant to uplift and bring hope tend to deeply pierce our souls.
Indecision...
Doubts...
Bitterness...
Despair...
...quickly scream within us like banshees!
Each time we choose to be cynical we betray our very being.
Each skeptical thought we voice and spread is cancerous and corrodes our souls.
Each pessimistic action schemes against us, and digs an early grave for our healthy, creative minds.
We are the ones holding daggers against our own chests.
Will we willing choose to seek goodness in the midst of despair?
Will we expose the loneliness deep within ourselves that breeds doubts and bitterness?
Can we live with an assertive hope rather than living fatalistically and indecisively, or will we have to perpetually say "Et tu, Brute?" to ourselves?
Et tu Brute? (~William Shakespeare)
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