THe ThIn DarK LiNe

WhErE Am i ?

THe ThIn DarK LiNe

"Red is the color of violent death. Red is the color of strong feelings – love, passion, greed, anger, hatred.

Emotions-better not to have them. Luckier not to have them.

Love,

Passion,

Greed,

Anger,

Hatred.

The feelings pull one another in a cricle. Faster, harder, blurring into violence. I had no power over it.

Love,

Passion,

Greed,

Anger,

Hatred.

The words pulsed in my head everytime I plunged the knife into his body.

HAtred,

Anger,

Greed,

Passion,

Love,

The line between them is thin and red."

There are certain things in our minds and in our personalities that we cannot explain, we cannot decipher, sometimes we don't even know that they're there. Maybe because we are too preoccupied by our routines, our work or by the shallow things that we crave for, that we desire. There are times when we catch ourselves being not ourselves, rather being someone that we don't know, we don’t even recognize.

Our attentions are drawn to the superficial world that we are living in now, that we cannot even hear the soft cacophony of sounds our inner selves are trying to tell us. Life is not only about achieving, succeeding or being the best, it is more of a struggle, a fight of emotions and spirits, a fight between you and yourself, a fight that we don't even know we are trying to win, or maybe we already lost. Man lives, then dies, but nobody knows what happens to him after he left the material world. Time passes, culture changes, the world is in constant metamorphosis but the challenge posted within ourselves are just the same from the very beginning of time, only the factors that alter ourselves is the environment that surrounds us, the so-called "culture" that we are trying to live.

How can we know the truth, how can we identify that a certain belief is indeed true? Is history a basis to tell us what's true and what's not? There is a thin line between reality and fantasy, how could we know if we are crossing it? Are we quite sure that we are not on the other side of that line that we long before believed as an illusion?

Who is dellusional? Who is sane?

Our minds has the power to control ourselves, but most of the time we don't have the power to control our minds.

If we look at ourselves in the mirror do we see the real us, or just an image we want to believe it's us? When was the last time that we look into ourselves and ask what have we done? Money isn't everything, career is useless, material things are just a product of mind-altering culture. What matters most is the person who lives inside us. The human being that has emotions, that knows how to love and equally how to hate. Who we are is not important, what we are is vital. There is no point of living when we are just aiming to succeed and be rich and not touch the sensitive part which overlay our personalities. Is it religion? Is it our relationship with nature? Is it how we co-exist with our fellowmen? Maybe yes, maybe no. But the answer is far more vague for human knowledge to comprehend. It is only intended to be felt. Science does not solve everything, man doesn't know everything. We cannot fully define love, passion, greed, hatred and anger, but we can feel it. And we know they're there. Its just, the line between them is thin and red!