The longer I am alive and in the world, the more I become aware of the rarity in encountering a genuine, honest person. The people around me who I am supposed to “look up to” have, more often than not, dark secrets that are not spoken of. I never wanted to believe the saying “nice guy’s finish last”, but I’m afraid to say that from the perspective of a selfish and unforgiving world, they do.
In the days leading up to my departure from my mother’s home, I had this idea that most everyone had regard for those around them; I really believed that most people cared about other people, and would therefore act in such a way. Although I still believe that every human, whether or not it is deep down, has a heart and a conscience, I have come to the realization that in fact, most people are not in touch with this essence of their self. In the months since I have moved into my apartment and began college, I have been cheated, lied to, stolen from, let down, abandoned, neglected, manipulated… and although I knew all of these things existed before, although they gave me a familiar feeling, I did not realize the amount of people who would willingly, purposefully, inflict these things upon others, should it be for their own “good”.
I’m afraid that as years go on in our lives, we humans may tend to develop anarchic priorities. The reason for this, I am not sure. Whether it is love of power, a need to be accepted, fear of failure, or all, but I am sure that it is in this means that we lose the beautiful parts of humanity. We begin to look for acceptance instead of understanding, lust instead of love, possessions instead of memories and experiences. It is only until it is too late that we come to realize these things come at such a high price. We lose the very thing that makes us most human- our connections with each other. We forget that we are all in this together. We put our selfish desires over the well-being of those we claim to love, and we lose our compassion, empathy, our ability to understand, to love, and to experience.
Many have turned the human cycle of endless love into and endless cycle of bitterness. It is true that hurt people hurt people, and still we continue to hurt each other. Even though I am saddened by the darkness of the world that I have come to know, I have now a special appreciation for those people of virtue. Those who are generous, patient, and kind. Those who spread love in a world so full of hate.