Go Ahead And Feel Bad About Yourself

Control what you have, For what you don't have, Controls you. No one can always be at the right place at the right time. No one can be God. God is a sociopathic horror writer who faces no consequence for what he brings into his creations. Like a cruel scientist watching how the poison affects the rat as it is forced to swallow a drop of death. Feeling bad about what I typed out? Feeling offended or disgusted? Good. That means you're still human for now. Now, what if I told you to forget everything I just said? You probably can and some of you already have. That is a gift worth everything and anything. 

Some might say it is even a God-given gift. To quickly put aside the emotions and the situation of something horrible. Bring yourself back to stability... But why? Was it because the rat meant nothing to you? Was it because you believe that the experiment was leading to some greater good in its results? What made you think you are allowed to forgive yourself so easily? If the rat was your wife/husband and the reason behind the experiment was to torture you, would you still forgive yourself just as quickly? Probably not, right? But one day, you might. They say time heals all wounds. Humans can only stretch their emotions and stress so far before breaking into their misery. Can't you see? It is a curse. A curse that you can forgive yourself? What have you done to deserve such kindness? That too by yourself? Are you holier than thou? Are you God? Then why? Why release yourself from that punishment? 

Go ahead and feel bad about yourself. Because no one else will feel the pain that you are in. People can relate, some may even know the pain, but no one, not one being can actually feel what you are feeling. You must be a psychopath to even think you're allowed to feel happy after imagining such an act. How dare you? Do you think you are God? Above the rest? I wish I was. I wouldn't be lecturing and questioning ghosts of the present through a screen. I would rid the universe of humanity the moment I become God. For there is no greater torture than existing with the knowledge that death is coming and that one has the potential to feel happy about it.