What is the purpose, if the love was for my fake self and my hidden self always wanted to die?

One little secret… That was how it all started…
For us human beings…

So we lied, and pretended…
A cry for love and acceptance

So we created a few more secrets…

When information was always meant to flow,
Each of us created a damn, a wall, a prison for our gentle loving hearts….

Some of us forgot that we lied
So we believed our pretend truth…
And lived a lie….

Not a single human that I have come across have lived the truth… Glimpses of truth, but not the full life…

So do we now blame the Government?
Or is it the Society?
Oh hang on, lets blame the Pope!!!

I can almost hear you say…
“let’s stay close to home”

So let’s make our parents feel like they are the worst parents on the planet…

Lets blame everyone… everything…
Let’s stop believing in God…

Let’s judge everyone who speaks the truth with the lies we chose to believe….

I was tired… For a long time now ..
I wanted to be that Picture Perfect Buddha, Jesus, or Prophet
No one asked me to…
But I wanted to save the world…

So here I was blaming you for making me tired…

I give up… What’s the point of being a picture perfect anything with a world of love, when the love is only for a picture of you that is not even you.

I give up .. I’d rather be Hellbound…

I’d rather be in Hell with a few who knew the life they lived, and owned their shit…

Road ahead could be lonelier…

But, nothing seems lonelier than not being able to love myself ..

So… I take no part in changing you, but I hope you can let me and my like minded hellbound gang just be…

The only sin is owning our human body as our temple that God dwells in….

What’s the point in Enlightenment or Buddhahood
When your heart is made of pieces of stone you collected from the Statues of Divinity!

What is the purpose, if the love was for my fake self and my hidden self always wanted to die?

– Nim –