It seems as if we will never stop perceiving injustices. Would we even know what Heaven was if we existed in it?
Should we be punished if we were ever to stop rejecting ourselves?
Endless ignorance and foolishness, our representation thereof.

Comfort and helplessness,
Sadness and hopelessness.
The inordinate urge to escape;
Where would we go?

And then we fall into the next trap. The thought of better prospects erased when we realize that we ourselves are in fact the ones responsible for turning our colourful realities into canvases of shallow, empty meaninglessness.

Est-ce que nous sommes vraiment plus forts que nos dérangements?

Our minds taint all that was once pure,
God’s gift distorted into empty darkness upon our contact.

We conclude that we are not meant to live out all of the scenarios, only to lose feeling and grow insensitive to the endlessness that surrounds.
What is beautiful cannot be discovered until we fully understand what is not.
Do you thrive on the overwhelming relief following rejection?