Heart
Heart is nothing but a machine made for suffering. To notice that the concept of having a heart is almost pitiful depresses me to the point of thinking that silence is the best way to end life.
Your blood is being pumped, you hurt yourself and after that your wounds are healed to get hurt again; is that the human's vicious cicle? Or life may be just an eternal martyr, something like eternal storms and obliterating pain that only provides people's tears.
It's so strange to think that we have some parts of Christ inside of us, we live to get more and more suffering. Nowadays I see that there isn't this treasure that we call as happiness, it doesn't matter if you fight the hardest you can, we will never conquer happiness at all. You may be rich or poor, money is not part of that.
Why do I think that only bad people seem to be in an illusory happiness? It seems that they can't think about the consequences, they just live their destinies the way it was traced for them; We may think that they are in jail, or paying for their acts, but I don't think that they see things this way, because when they leave jail they do exactly the same things as they used to do; Ok, you may also think that they have some kind of mental problems or diseases. But I believe that it's their heart's fault, they are only living their life to the fullest, not only to the fullest but based on instincts, which is bad in our society, because comitting crimes is unforgivable. But for what God created the spirit heart? Just for suffering? That's the heart, a Prometheus siyndrome.
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