I, Zach, believe..

I, Zach, believe..

A Story by Zst_lsd
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Its only a paragraph, go read it!!!! The phrasing is very purposeful, albeit a bit confusing at points.

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My intentions were pure, they always have been. Never were my words cruel because of spite in my own heart. My imperfections bleed; along with that pain, i’ve been doomed to make others bleed with me. I guess that’s just in us all. Caring comes so naturally to everyone, fixing the broken, healing the wounded. Maybe my god complex is greater than most, but I believe everyone needs a savior. If not me then who else to lead them there? God? In his almighty glory? Who’s

saved me from my unfair life? No. Maybe I'm just forsaken,or maybe it's us all. It seems to me that our actions go without consequence, the good die and, the wicked prosper. In the end the love we take is unmatched to the love we make. I've loved, so deeply, so truly. Have I received that back? I was told that I didn't deserve my parents divorce, or my drunken father, of whom my eyes have not seen in 9 years. Tell me a fatherless six year old is fair, tell me I deserved it then, as I do now. If not, then God is not just. In my fickle mind I find temporary contentment in blaming God for my misfortunes. However, I understand that in this reality we call our own  it is fate, not god, who decides our future. Terrifyingly enough, no one is to blame. The highest power onto which we can cast our blame is ourselves. In his unjust world, find strength in your accomplishments, be humbled by your shortcomings, and forgive others of theirs. Dont not expect perfection in yourself or anyone else, that will only bring about disappointment. Be kind, for kindness changes the world. That is as close as we humans will come to being god. Most importantly love. Love more than you receive. Love unfairly, as imperfect as we are don't deserve love. To love fairly would be detrimental. Give freely, without expecting anything in return for your deeds. Do not be fair, Do not be spiteful, simply love and see its power. I am beaten, wounded and, forsaken by this world we call our own; But I still believe it's worth saving.


-Zach St. Pierre

© 2016 Zst_lsd


Author's Note

Zst_lsd
The phrasing is very purposeful, albeit a bit confusing at points. So please dont critique the phrasing, I know its awkward. This was a speech I gave, so its alot diffrent to read.

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Added on April 3, 2016
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Tags: philosophy, spite, love, text, religion, childhood

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Wilmington, NC



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I am 15 I live in the US (my spellling is UK though) Thats about it, man more..