Why do some people terrorize?
Yesterday as I was riding in my electric wheelchair outside.
I was passing by this beautiful young person.
I noticed this person because,
I heard this young person speaking gently and kindly.
Trying to express a thought to an older person who appeared to be the father.
The young adolescent of about 14 years of age spoke very softly and intelligently.
I was truly impressed by this young persons beautiful personality.
This young person reminded me of me when I was of the same age.
And to my horror.
I watched and heard the same kind of response,
I received when I too express my self in kindness.
The horror is also the realization that some people still terrorize
the beautiful people even when that beautiful person becomes an adult.
Why is it that some people always terrorize beautiful gentle people?
The fathers response was hauntingly frighteningly verbally loud and aggressive.
For even till this day.
I still get the same kind of horrific and terrorizing responses
from people when I kindly express myself.
I watched as this beautiful young person did as I do.
This young person just humbly lowered its head,
and wondered why it is that the person this young person was talking to,
and loved could be so overpoweringly insensitive.
But today as an adult,
I understand why some people always terrorize the beautiful.
You see to be a beautiful person, one needs to be intelligent.
To be intelligent one needs to be always truthful.
That is why the father was terrorizing.
The father was terrorizing the intelligence of that beautiful young person.
Because the father was weak and has never looked inwardly at his own ugliness.
I watched that beautiful young child’s flourishing
and developing spirit being crushed.
I wondered if that child would have the fortitude
to go on being beautiful in a world with some many terrorists.
I can only pray to the spirits of goodness
to protect that child from the terrorists of this world.
I was so saddened and hurt when I looked at that beautiful young spirit
from being able to spread her butterfly wings and fly in a world of freedom.
A world where one can be free to be a lover of life.
A world where one can be free to give love.
A world where one can receive unconditional love from others.
A world of lovers.
Written by A Truth Soldier
Submitted on 2012/09/01 at 9:35 am
“The mind of the wise is in the house of mourning, While the mind of fools is in the house of pleasure. ” –Ecclesiastes 7:4