TBerg
fallen angel who hasn't earned his wings
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For so much of my life, the world has seemed utterly alien, to the point sometimes of seeming demonic. I have learned the basic dynamics of the demonic structure of the world to the point at which it becomes natural for me to use this worldview to analyze everything. I am cynical to a fault, using my ability to tear others down when they threaten my negative grip upon reality and being a consistent deflationary influence upon others. It allows me to at least feel as though I can destroy if I cannot create anything others appreciate. When I look upon others, I see the potential despair I can inflict upon them merely by inviting them into my worldview. This is a compulsive addiction.
I can now see the true destruction this can perpetuate in the world. I used to justify it by saying that some things just needed to be eviscerated, but the pervasiveness of this attitude within myself just made me see death as a physical and spiritual reality so often that the misery was making my perceptions smaller and smaller, like the world was shrinking and so was my soul. It was not only that I have so often destroyed others for the sake of myself, but that I was destroying myself for the sake of others. Because I am well-acquainted with darkness, I fear I will never know what lightness is or be able to appreciate it. It reminds me of the Yoda quote: "Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will.” It reminds me of the advice many Holocaust survivors give: "Learn nothing from the Holocaust," because it was a dark abyss.
Anyway, it just feels like I have destroyed my life, and that I was handed a shitty deck. Just enough cleverness to get me into trouble, but not a good enough spirit to keep me out of trouble. People's compliments don't resonate very deeply, but I will fight someone to the death over a slight that I blow out of proportion. I have fought this alien world long enough. Can I settle in and make a home? Is it possible for me to feel confident and not spiteful?
I can now see the true destruction this can perpetuate in the world. I used to justify it by saying that some things just needed to be eviscerated, but the pervasiveness of this attitude within myself just made me see death as a physical and spiritual reality so often that the misery was making my perceptions smaller and smaller, like the world was shrinking and so was my soul. It was not only that I have so often destroyed others for the sake of myself, but that I was destroying myself for the sake of others. Because I am well-acquainted with darkness, I fear I will never know what lightness is or be able to appreciate it. It reminds me of the Yoda quote: "Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will.” It reminds me of the advice many Holocaust survivors give: "Learn nothing from the Holocaust," because it was a dark abyss.
Anyway, it just feels like I have destroyed my life, and that I was handed a shitty deck. Just enough cleverness to get me into trouble, but not a good enough spirit to keep me out of trouble. People's compliments don't resonate very deeply, but I will fight someone to the death over a slight that I blow out of proportion. I have fought this alien world long enough. Can I settle in and make a home? Is it possible for me to feel confident and not spiteful?