“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.” --George Carlin
I have seen beauty. I have seen people give without hesitation. I have looked on when people performed selfless acts for another. Tears come to me when the memories drift back. And I let the emotions go. I wipe away any tears and I blow my nose. Then I see the decline of our western civilization, Spheeris-style. I hear ‘Johnny Hit and Run Pauline’; I know where I am.
Nobody wakes up one morning and says, “Today I will become a cynic.” We come to this state of being from experiences that left us emotionally disfigured. I have my scars from years of being stubborn. I acted persistently upon a belief most people will take action to ease the suffering of others, even someone outside of their “family” or “group”. I truly believed most people would act with true compassion once they saw suffering.
At the very least, people would not take action to prey upon a weakened soul and hurt it further. But most people do prey. And they will do harm. We all know someone who has used excuses (an addiction, imperfect parents) to validate the harm they inflict upon others and us. Their actions say, “My need for self-gratification is paramount to anyone and anything.” Tears come to me when painful memories drift back. Then I let the emotions go. I wipe away any tears and I blow my nose. I see once again people give without hesitation. I see beauty and know where I am.
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