A devastating fate to all those who have lived. A plague, an illness, an impairment, a destiny, and overall, a fate that we all have succumbed to. We are born to it, and to the ground we sleep with it until we merely become particles of dust. No matter our social status, no matter how affluent, no matter how pure, it is a birth defect that will follow us to the pangs of death. All of us together will bathe together with it in the streams of reality. An inescapable terminal disease. It has caused so much suffering, so much loss, surely we have met
A terrible fate.
Everyday humanity secretly laments their weak state despite the achievements they have created during their life time. No matter how hard we try, no matter how far we go, man will be imperfect on his own. For if man try to take his imperfection away on his own, seeking the so called "root" of the problem, he will have to take his humanity away too. Because man can't remove it, he accepts it. Despite what many may say of overcoming this inescapable imperfection, each and every day we secretly abhor this repulsive condition, seeking anyway to over come it so we may truly find happiness. For we are all in reality small children seeking truth, seeking a light in the shadows to guide us. One way out, is the only way we want. A way where there is no pain, no sadness, no problems, no death, no war, no illness, nothing that is dreaded.
And that is the tragedy of man. If he accepts it, will it cause him relief?
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