“Humans are only complex, because of our curse to overthink ourselves. To our identity that makes us, it is not so complex as to state we are different enough to be unique, even if that uniqueness allows us a moment of pride. Our identity is a human one. We are not above nor beneath another person, when we are equal. We share in pain, as easily we can overcome such, through the vulnerability that tells of ourselves being capable to be wounded.”
– Modern Romanticism
No human possesses no weakness. It is the greatest weakness to believe one has none, since this reveals oneself in the light with the most exposure.
Protection. This enforces the notion of love. To protect the self, would be preferred in the physical sense. However, at the psychological level, protection means more for where a secret can be shared. No friend nor lover should interrogate, though should offer a sense of comfort that one’s secrets are not held within.
Are all a person’s darkest secrets most often carried to the grave? Could that person have been Forest Gump, speaking of everything during a time when they have no one left for confession’s sake? Life is too short to hold it back with weights. Who is a friend to another? Who is a lover to another? Of generations that depict themselves “unique” upon the presence of their scars, comes with the encouragement for isolation or segregation. A birth of prejudiced generations, that is, since to believe one’s pain makes an individual unique, is to renounce the definition behind equality.
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