Aging. Decay. A birthday.
The day your body was birthed.
The day you ceased to be contained within another
The earth orbits the sun.
The pattern of information that is a person has staved off entropy,
So we celebrate.
Some are over joyed,
a party where you’re unquestionably the centre of attention.
Some are terrified,
a tangible sign that death is one year closer.
And some just don’t give a damn,
a day like any other.
The date may be arbitrary,
but all holidays are.
We need them,
they help us live.
They help us carve meaning into an uncaring cosmos.
The modern feast day.
But which do we celebrate,
the past or the future?
The accomplishments that have passed,
or the ones to come?
The distance from birth,
or the approach of death?
The decision to do evil.
The inevitable violent act.
Science has shown this debate is done
Freewill is a figment of the mind
Society needs it
Law needs it
So we assume something,
Something that what we know to be false
Responsibility can’t exist without it
Law can’t exist without it.
Is a man evil or is an act evil?
How many evil deeds before you call them evil?
How many evil deeds can you forgive?
A child is abused;
poor family, little education, little community supports
No safety net
They grow up, they learn about pain, they learn about cruelty.
A child is cared for;
happy family, good schooling, nice neighbourhood
Idyllic suburban life
They grow up, they learn to fit in, they learn to be liked.
One of them had a genetic anomaly,
a brief hiccup of nature
It inhibits a minute chemical in the brain
It inhibits empathy
It leads to violence
Do we hold the child accountable for this?
If not this, why the rest?
The child has no control over their parents.
They didn’t choose to be born.
They don’t choose how they’re raised
Does it matter which child?
Does understanding this change anything?
It can save a friend’s life
or open you up to more betrayals
It can heal a broken relationship
or enable an abuser
When is it right?
How do you decide?
What’s too much?
Forgiveness is a sacrifice.
Every time it’s a balance,
a chance of losing.
You extend the olive branch to someone,
give them a chance at redemption
and risk them failing.
You risk pain,
You risk yourself.
When is there no chance of redemption?
Who do we sacrifice?
It’s what you struggle against
Hating racism, hating sexism, hating greed
It gives you purpose
Be cautious though,
your hate defines you
It binds you
Your opposite is as much a part of you as your ‘true’ self
Choose wisely or it will become your foil
It will carve itself into your soul
You will require it,
for without it you’ll have no purpose
And a human without purpose is a waste