I have an inclination to believe that people are motivated purely by self-interest. On the day of my 25th birthday I fell into a state of distrust. It was like a virus had been released, infiltrating the vein, mutating the mind. Humanity, my species, had changed. Every interaction subdued by blood thirst. I was told that It’s a dog eat dog world. Is it? Are we no more than a pack of feral hyenas scavenging for the same prize? Laughing as we throw one another into the lions den?
Did we forget that the word humanity has dual meaning?
Humanity, human beings collectively.
Flesh, bone, skin, sweat, flaws, veins, and scars.
Humanity, the quality of being humane.
Compassion, kindness, mercy, sympathy, and goodness.
I saw so much more kindness in my childhood, perhaps that’s because I was mainly around children. Is there an age where we simply stop being humane? Do we all just wake up one morning and decide that all we care about is our own ambition?
Individually nihilistic with a lack of belief in any meaningful aspects of life. Life without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value. A species with no inherent morality, just a general mood of despair and a perceived pointlessness of existence.The pyramid of good outweighing bad, rotating. A new era of the plague, without disease and death, but humanity without the human.
I look for them, the silver linings, the people who are good. The generous, the noble, the kind – the ones who restore the rift between humanity, and their flaws. They are few and far between, but I often wonder, what is it about them that makes them so resilient, so unaltered by the virus of self-interest. Is it their morality? Their God? I don’t know, but I want to capture it and poison our water streams with it.
Don’t let existential despair overpower you. Remember that you are human, and it is your purpose to be humane. Be kind, generous, empathetic, merciful, and above all, let goodness consume you – that is what you were put here for.