I often wonder is there something like an unspoken moral code of decency and honesty that all people KNOW. And shortly after, it occurs to my mind that knowing isn't the same as abiding by it.
"Treat others the way you want to be treated"... Doesn't that sound like the most logical thing in the world? Makes sense to me.
But what do I know? I'm a moron, an imbecile, pathetic for EXPECTING people to be honourable. After all the examples life's given me, I still subconsciously expect the same honesty and goodness I would provide to both friends and enemies. Pathetic,... pathetic...
Is there any difference between breaking "the code" with an ill-will and justifying the violation with your own pursuit of happiness? Can the answer lessen the damage done?
Even so, a violation is a violation, crossing a line, invading personal space, breaking... Breaking so many things in its way - peace, harmony, trust,... even a heart.
My expectations of goodness are breaking my heart, my old rusty pinkish glasses. The shattering glass is echoing in my head. I hope it will never stop.
Nobody owes mе anything, true.
The only thing I still keep thinking about is... what then? What happens when you cross the line? Each violation has a price. Even in your universe, I'm sure. Are you ready to pay your debts? You seemed ready when you disturbed my peace.
I hope fate treats you better than... me. Maybe it will have mercy.
"Treat others the way you want to be treated"... Doesn't that sound like the most logical thing in the world? Makes sense to me.
But what do I know? I'm a moron, an imbecile, pathetic for EXPECTING people to be honourable. After all the examples life's given me, I still subconsciously expect the same honesty and goodness I would provide to both friends and enemies. Pathetic,... pathetic...
Is there any difference between breaking "the code" with an ill-will and justifying the violation with your own pursuit of happiness? Can the answer lessen the damage done?
Even so, a violation is a violation, crossing a line, invading personal space, breaking... Breaking so many things in its way - peace, harmony, trust,... even a heart.
My expectations of goodness are breaking my heart, my old rusty pinkish glasses. The shattering glass is echoing in my head. I hope it will never stop.
Nobody owes mе anything, true.
The only thing I still keep thinking about is... what then? What happens when you cross the line? Each violation has a price. Even in your universe, I'm sure. Are you ready to pay your debts? You seemed ready when you disturbed my peace.
I hope fate treats you better than... me. Maybe it will have mercy.
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