Man’s greatest weakness is his inability to acknowledge his greatest strength.
Man is an animal and is susceptible to an animal’s most primal force; instinct.

But, separate from beast, man has the ability to recognize instinct and counter it with rational thought.
Man constantly fails in this respect.
That first impulse he acquires, he grabs on to it and hangs on for dear life. Not giving himself the time to pull away and look at it rationally, utilizing that which is supposed to elevate him high an above all other creatures on this earth.

Reason, constantly, does not prevail.

Although instinct is important and sometimes crucial, a lot of the time it is a burden that debases man’s prominence and dominion over life on this planet. It is our vulnerability to it that resigns us the fate of dying as mere beasts and nothing more. This inability to rise above all other animals, who are themselves slaves to instinct, unable to fight and even recognize their weakness to it, will be the bane that brings forth man’s inescapable fate.

Although we have evolved enough to be able to fight our instincts, we do not seem willing to do so. Doing this, perhaps, would mean us finally accepting full responsibility for all our actions. But it seems that man is not yet ready or even capable of doing so. He constantly rejects his rational side; desperately clings to his precious impulses; denying his higher calling.

This is the great sorrow of human existence.
That we were meant for more, but chose less, much less.



Once upon a time, a boy.
On this day he was heading to work in car. In his head were thoughts, in his thoughts were troubles. One of those troubles was a girl. He had seen her on yester day and had not stopped thinking about her since. On getting to work place, boy saw girl again. She was standing alone talking on phone, and boy saw chance to talk to her. Boy was nervous but went to talk to girl anyway. Girl was nice to boy and gave boy number. Later on day, boy called girl and girl accepted to go for film and meal with boy on day at time. Boy and girl met at place and went to theater to watch film, afterward they went to restaurant, had meal and talked. After meal boy took girl home and gave girl kiss at her door.

Boy and girl met many times after that for films, meals, walks, and talks.

Boy grew fond of girl as did girl of boy.

It wasn’t long before girl and boy were girlfriend and boyfriend.

Once upon the same time, a girl.
She was friends with boy before he became boyfriend, and hated that girlfriend had come into the picture. Girl couldn’t stand to see girlfriend and boyfriend together. So she came up with plot to get boyfriend away from girlfriend. She called boyfriend to her house one day pretending an electric device had problem. When boyfriend arrived, girl seduced boyfriend. Boyfriend was weak and gave into his desires. Later girl told girlfriend about it and girlfriend dumped boyfriend.

Once upon the last time, a boy.
Without girlfriend, boy became depressed. He went to girl for comfort but she had since lost interest in him. So boy went to store and bought rope. He went home and made noose. Put noose around neck and stood on chair. He was about to jump when knock came from door. He answered door and standing there was girlfriend. She had come to get thing which she had left in boy’s place. Boy pleaded with girlfriend to take him back but girl was too hurt and angry. Then girlfriend saw noose and chair and became sad and scared. She pleaded with boy not to sue his side. Boy said he was lost and couldn’t live without girlfriend. Girlfriend still cared for boy and so she said she would help him but that he would never again be boyfriend. Boy accepted whichever part of girl he would get and eventually got over girlfriend and now they are the best of friends.

Another Time.


On that glorious day
As I walked slowly home
I suddenly found myself alone
In a place I did not know
In this place, light had no dominion
And had to concede to its evil twin
It quickly retreated
And all at once it was dark

I stood still
The black all around me
Gazing into the darkness
Seeing its nothingness

All my joy departed
An eternity elapsed in an instant
I tasted fear

I heard voices

The oblivious voices of the living
They spoke of all things past
Reminiscent and despondent

The tortured voices of the dying
Speaking of unknown things to come
Desperate and pleading, crying and bleeding

The silent voices of the dead
Whispering on their present eternal fate
Empty and apathetic

I tried to speak, but alas
All breath fled from my lungs never to return
I felt everything then nothing
My body drifted into the emptiness
The darkness slowly engulfing me
My flesh and bone becoming one with the black

As I lay there dying
Notions of regret poured into my mind
Bringing with them tears to my eyes
And I cried myself to death.