The story of a humanity that got lost between living or following

The story of a humanity that got lost between living or following


Promised land, misunderstood wars. Peoples and worlds in crisis. Times of distress, of tricks. Man's weaknesses in the face of the invisible. All this hatred that is unleashed. Storms that collect all these unrealized dreams. The sky that will open to bleed History. The story of a humanity that got lost between living or following. A humanity that has destroyed more than it has built. A humanity that fought for all the wrong reasons and surrendered to the first act of life. A humanity that never ceases to prove itself incapable of humanism, of empathy.

 

Some rush. Some are waiting for an individual to come. While others could not take it anymore. From there to tell them that since they elected them, they have already lost their right to be read, heard. They have since deprived themselves of any meaning of life. They sold themselves. And since the show started, they haven't yet realized that this is one of the most rotten stage, a play. Mirages that they tear away at the second to no longer be a part of them, but how do you tell them that life is like that? Once an opportunity has passed, the odds can only change. So the times of peace are over. Whatever we may say, the choices are made. Whatever we can do, our spells are written, by our own words, our hands and our minds. Every second that we prioritize our fantasies and our desires, that we reclassify our dreams and that we forget our needs, our families. Shame on those who count their families on the fingers of one hand when they belong to a larger family. Shame on those who forget their people, who use them, despise them and then destroy them. One is many and many are one. Like a point in an endless universe. We are nothing.

 

That some have fun planning spells and changing perspectives, does not make them masters or even less beings worthy of respect or greatness. The wind does not destroy mountains, and words do not change the course of rivers. The strength and power of the elements is indomitable. He will come to bring them to their knees, to remind them that it is not only noise, that music brings them together, that the melodies of a wall wept for hundreds of years have been dedicated to him, that wars have been brought to his name. That peace is his promise and his will. They will follow as they always have. They will forget that they once loved without knowing how to dream. They will follow a dream they have never shared, will choose a paradise that they had always imagined. They will fall from their clouds and see their lives crumble. They will stumble, blind will follow blind they will trample on each other, they will run to throw themselves into a bottom without a name. They will forget that their creator is different, that his will is clearer, that his strength is greater, that his presence is stronger, that his existence has never depended on anything. They will forget that their lord has no desires, has no hatred and has no needs. They will forget that one of them is no better than all of them.


Sarra Geist
Sarra Geist

Chief Editor of Cazanation magazine. Writer. Fr & En copywriter. New tech and crypto enthusiast. I love to write! That's my thing


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