willyoucrywhenIdie
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- Aug 12, 2025
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There is no such thing as love imagined. You can believe something, but faith isn't necessary for something that is true. Yes, objective truth doesn't require subjective faith.
An all-powerful God doesn't require reconciliation from its fragile creation. For it is above that creation not only metaphorically, but in all endeavours of comparison. God's so called unconditional love is fragile human love is disguise.
The more you tend to look at the past the more you realise just how egotistical humanity was. It's hard to notice manipulation as you are being manipulated, because if you noticed you wouldn't be manipulated. But you are right now. Every belief formed and every drop of faith you have solely exists for the purpose of serving somebody/something you deem as "above" you. That goes for God, it also goes for humans; specifically "love".
There is no such thing as love. At least the kind that is often portrayed in romanticism. This fragile portrayal of love will drop at the first sign of trouble. It will be questioned and once it's questioned, its relevance will significantly decrease. And as the relevancy of your love decreases, the people that *loved* you will one-by-one fade into the background. Maybe they'll come, when the skies are blue and when the hills are green again. At least not like this.. when all the leaves have fallen, when the waters dried and life has died out. They will be a part of that death. They will die out as your world dies out. The version of them that was a part of your world, will die with your world.
And so no surprise to you when you are abandoned, when the only thing left alive is questioning its existence, that is the near collapse or the destruction of another inner world; which once belonged to you.
Suicide you see is not necessarily destroying something beautiful. It's burying what's dead. It's ending abandonment, it's ending fragile love.
You will deny this. You will try to find that again in somebody else or something else, only for your world to be wrecked again and again and again.. but you never learn. So you hold onto this idea that there is "hope" never realising that hope is holding you hostage. Once you let go of hope, you also let go of what hope brings; disappointment. And it brings disappointment in two different tempos. Either now or in the future. Through the means of abandonment, the means of mortality, disease, corruption or self doubt. One way or another, it's all once again grey skies, dried up waters and infertile soils. Again and again. And they will bury you under this fragile soil. And they will visit your fallen empire of dirt. You will decompose and never be once more.
All that is left of you are imagined and false interpretations of you, no matter how famous you were. They'll remember a version of you they built in their imaginations; not you. In all your complexity, in all your imperfections. They will idolize and think you were great. To make it bearable to feel grief for you; so they feel that you're worth grieving over. Fragile. It's all fragile.
An all-powerful God doesn't require reconciliation from its fragile creation. For it is above that creation not only metaphorically, but in all endeavours of comparison. God's so called unconditional love is fragile human love is disguise.
The more you tend to look at the past the more you realise just how egotistical humanity was. It's hard to notice manipulation as you are being manipulated, because if you noticed you wouldn't be manipulated. But you are right now. Every belief formed and every drop of faith you have solely exists for the purpose of serving somebody/something you deem as "above" you. That goes for God, it also goes for humans; specifically "love".
There is no such thing as love. At least the kind that is often portrayed in romanticism. This fragile portrayal of love will drop at the first sign of trouble. It will be questioned and once it's questioned, its relevance will significantly decrease. And as the relevancy of your love decreases, the people that *loved* you will one-by-one fade into the background. Maybe they'll come, when the skies are blue and when the hills are green again. At least not like this.. when all the leaves have fallen, when the waters dried and life has died out. They will be a part of that death. They will die out as your world dies out. The version of them that was a part of your world, will die with your world.
And so no surprise to you when you are abandoned, when the only thing left alive is questioning its existence, that is the near collapse or the destruction of another inner world; which once belonged to you.
Suicide you see is not necessarily destroying something beautiful. It's burying what's dead. It's ending abandonment, it's ending fragile love.
You will deny this. You will try to find that again in somebody else or something else, only for your world to be wrecked again and again and again.. but you never learn. So you hold onto this idea that there is "hope" never realising that hope is holding you hostage. Once you let go of hope, you also let go of what hope brings; disappointment. And it brings disappointment in two different tempos. Either now or in the future. Through the means of abandonment, the means of mortality, disease, corruption or self doubt. One way or another, it's all once again grey skies, dried up waters and infertile soils. Again and again. And they will bury you under this fragile soil. And they will visit your fallen empire of dirt. You will decompose and never be once more.
All that is left of you are imagined and false interpretations of you, no matter how famous you were. They'll remember a version of you they built in their imaginations; not you. In all your complexity, in all your imperfections. They will idolize and think you were great. To make it bearable to feel grief for you; so they feel that you're worth grieving over. Fragile. It's all fragile.
