The tailspin of isolation, can bring about a characterization of your internal truth, and your external mask. The real questioning begins, when you find your external mask, is actually looking into your soul, begging for answers for which are not there. There is no certainty to be had, just as there is no redemption to be found. There never was a point in searching for any of these to begin with, they have been absent from within for many years now. Stolen by the circumcisions of life: prejudices, ego, lost love, distractions, painful memories, and the all too frightfully familiar, hate. There is a specific type of hate, one experiences when this hate has a cross-hair focus on the others. It is a cancerous hate, which spreads into every cell within your body; multiplying the hate forward into infinite permanence. The raw extinguishment of love has officially taken place, as there will never be a glimpse of the sunrise within the heart of a hateful way of life. I can remember that day so vividly; I could feel the hate pouring through my burning eyes, as I watched the others live their lives. I was not content seeing their way of life, as I knew I was better than them, as I knew I was part of the selected few who had actually evolved past their species. I was ridiculed for my beliefs, as I always am; the adversity makes me stronger, more understanding of what it truly means to not know the truth. In life, I have come to understand, there never was any truth to begin with. You and I were brought up in lies, we were taught to live our life within these lies, and now we have woken up, seeing the lies for what they truly are: suffocation. To begin to live your life within your truth; you must first make peace with your past, if you skip this part, you will forever stay stagnant, spending the rest of your life going nowhere backwards. I have lived through the lie, just as I have lived through the truth; the lie is easier to live through, as the truth is a painful sensation within the spine. Yet, I would rather endure the pain, knowing it was real, as opposed to the blissfulness of a lie, not knowing it was fake.
A Specific Type of Hate
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G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness. View all posts by ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas 