This essay says it all about some people I would like to believe that everyone has goodness in their heart somewhere but sadly people are motivated by selfish reasons. Some disregard other if not in their idea of a social class or status even family members. Life is too short to have hang ups.
Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life. Photographers, artists, poets: show us EVIL.
I used to believe in the innocence we all possessed and how pure we all could be. A long, long time ago. If you assumed it was in my adolescence, you would be correct.
As you grow older and you experience how much pain can be construed, all those beliefs you had a child seems like a far away in the distance fictional memory.
I don’t know if I understand evil in the sense that I know why it even has to exist, seriously but I have seen what it can do. It isn’t the physical world that possesses it either. People are mean. They show us evil. …
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