Existentialism Is Devouring Me; Here Have a Piece Of Me

I haven't the slightest idea for a title. Just gave a simple line and bam.

My name is accompanied by a a red line underneath it when I text my birth given name upon a screen. 

Therefore I have come to the conclusion that the device where I lay this text out upon considers me to be a mistake. 

Therefore I must be a mistake. 

Therefore I am a hamartia. Therefore more than half of the residents living upon planet earth must be composed of sheer hamartias, and we must denounce and then commence to eradicate them by creating a genocide. 

Solely due to the fact that they are mistakes. Hamartias. Flaws. Errors. 

Because is this not what society seems to already carry out? 

We alienate those around us who seem to be a piece that does not fit within a certain criteria, form, or objective of a whole puzzle. 

 

I yearn to destroy that puzzle and commence to rip the strand composed of fear of embarrassment, social rejection, and of sheer isolation themselves; Physically split the atom despite its impossibility.  

For as time wears on, we bear children and praise them to the highest of our extent, hoping that they live fruitful lives to the best of their ability. 

But what of compassion; What of irrationality in a life threatening situation (Whilst in another's mind it needn't be considered irrationality at all, but of the aforementioned "what of") where one risks his own life and lay stripped down at the heart of his own strength to possibly save various lives; What of hope in a cause that society dares not tread upon for fear of humiliation and lack of consent by any family members to take part in such a cause? I dare not even address these for there seems to be a constant rising number in such issues. 

Time is said to heal all wounds, but does time heal supposed mistakes when a child is conceived to later 

carry out 

their lives and society places them in a cracked glass, convincing them

that they must be horrendous for their choices, for where they were born, and for the sexuality they

decide upon.

What I cease to hope for fervently to become of this mistake -- this cracked glass itself -- is to shatter into diminutive pieces, leaving no evidence of being "different" or simply a "mistake," and to mold into the diversity and understanding compassion that I yearn for a populous world to become. 

Author's Note

I will leave my opinions upon any mentioned issues skimmed over above disclosed, and will ask of you to not make assumptions based on the text to cause no further disputes. Thank you.

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[Zero_Edge88]

"Sometimes, the definition of our character is often mistaken for someone else's role. For are we not cast in the veils we wear but by the mindsets given to us by those who have come before us. Surely we are no match with our predecessor's wits but to each wit is their own I say! The thought of our own wit coming to light everyday for a simple mistake is not a reason why we must be disparaged. For what do they know behind our closed doors of our eclectic and distinguished minds? Such doors are only opened to those who appreciate it as to those who find the confines of their imaginary minds and elusive ways of making their nature to their own will."

"We are singularity! I am I. Your independence is one that I can never take away from your soul as you are a free soul are you not? Wandering and continually showing sheer potential with the words you speak it is a reminder that we are not alone but faced with a mind that is better than ours. Of which I would concede too but my say has its say too to make my own justifying causes justified. Therefore we are not alone but confused in the state of togetherness. For what one might see as a complicated relationship the other will view it as a simplistic wave meeting its other wave to crash with each other deeply."

"Mistakes are indelibly full of consistency and imperfection. To know that we have committed a mistake is something we must learn to look further ahead and see it as a lesson. For evil is evil, whether to subdue to rid of it or glamorize to show an example of will remain evil. Consistently pure of mistakes we are truly touched by a mistake but never in this life should consider our presence as a mistake. Truly a life less living is worth knowing to be equally of those who live life more confidently. Are we not the cosmic plans of which the universe will forge our greatness into the stars? Insignificant specks we are but truly we will hatch into supernovas and black holes. For one's shortness of breath is another man's welcoming into this crazy new world we are living. The mistakes that we are making is not living the life we ought and intended too rather we live under someone's shadow and hope they will pass us by. That is a mistake in our life that we must learn to never make."

Finally,

"Time moves on its own pace. Finding out the extensive damage of how hurt we are is one must learn to look away because even as we are healed of the mistake it remains as a scar. As they say with scars, they are the reminder of who we are. We must learn to embrace such inescapable feeling we are all hurt. To heal is to recover that we must learn we were hurt in the first place. Forgetting the lingering pain is short of what we will become unless we look at it, take it as it is and move even it means to limp again so that we will run in time again."

(Thanks for the piece of existentialism, was truly appetizing in my stomach again. :) Forgive my lateness of reviewing. Haven't been my self as of late, between waiting for my work to be copyrighted before publication and other heart to heart material. It's taken a toll but I'll be fine :) )

[talesofhalfway]

I came on here to look for like minded induviduals and it is astounding how the first piece I read could not have put a lot of my vague metal conflicts in better words and metaphors. That was lovely!

[Carl Drake Barnard]

i liked the heading,it's really intrueging

Keep up the good work :)

[L.Edward]

What's a hamartia? In my darker moments, I have pondered wether humans are a waste of space, more for the way we seem to destroy the planet like a virus. But since I learnt more about ancient history and Gaia theory, I realised that the Eaｒｔh is far too powerful to be destroyed by us. We would only end up wiping ourselves out. We would be a fossil smear in the archeological record and another more intelligent species would would takeover and start again clean slate, something like Humboldt squids perhaps.

[nihilistictablelamp]

Quite true. A hamartia is a a fatal flaw; a mistake.

[L.Edward]

Cool thanx for clearing that up. Best wishes!

[Malette]

When speaking about expectations, standards, and normalities, there are always mismatched perceptions on each. A person's lifestyle, sexuality, being, sacrifice, etc is going to be held in the line of fire of opinions. The opening reference to the red line under the name was brilliant! It shows that not only are we questioned by humans, but machines as well.

[nihilistictablelamp]

Thanks for taking the time out to read! Appreciated :)