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Perhaps living beings weren’t meant to live their lives in peace, inadvertently seeking adversity to shatter the mundane of sheer content existence. Jael believed he wished for peace and happiness, yet he knowingly sought a clan founded on bloodshed, murder, and adversity. If he’d sought hard enough, he may have found a shelter where everyone lived side by side, exactly as he thought he desired. Maybe in some sick, twisted way he’d come here on purpose, wishing to some how change things and make a difference. But to change the hearts and minds of others so deep-set in their beliefs was nearly impossible. Only enlightenment could break past the barriers of ignorance long since engrained, and one wolfish boy did not hold that in his hands. Maybe his arrival meant more than simply seeking out his own blood, when he knew, he knew he knew for a fact blood honestly meant nothing to survival. It was a petty bond that provided the groundwork for honest, true relationships, but wasn’t the only thing that they should be founded on.
“We aren’t meant to live in peace forever,” Jael finally said, allowing his thoughts to drift on the subject, thinking and wondering where he’d never yet been before. “Nature didn’t intend us to be that way, or no one would get sick or die. We wouldn’t survive on the flesh of others or be born with hatred and despair,” the boy stated aloud, voicing his thoughts. Children are born content, but they immediately begin to tear at each other, attempting to dominate their own flesh and blood from the moment they leave the womb. Their happiness is born simply on obtaining everything they desire—warmth, milk, and sleep. But without, they immediately desire, and desire breeds all the negativity of selfishness, envy, and hatred. It’s how they’re made from day one until the end of their days. Perhaps until the end of time itself, when the world will implode into a fiery pit—or they simply die and are forgotten like the humans before them, only to have their struggle reiterated by some other poor, misfortunate species.
Perhaps living beings weren’t meant to live their lives in peace, inadvertently seeking adversity to shatter the mundane of sheer content existence. Jael believed he wished for peace and happiness, yet he knowingly sought a clan founded on bloodshed, murder, and adversity. If he’d sought hard enough, he may have found a shelter where everyone lived side by side, exactly as he thought he desired. Maybe in some sick, twisted way he’d come here on purpose, wishing to some how change things and make a difference. But to change the hearts and minds of others so deep-set in their beliefs was nearly impossible. Only enlightenment could break past the barriers of ignorance long since engrained, and one wolfish boy did not hold that in his hands. Maybe his arrival meant more than simply seeking out his own blood, when he knew, he knew he knew for a fact blood honestly meant nothing to survival. It was a petty bond that provided the groundwork for honest, true relationships, but wasn’t the only thing that they should be founded on.
“We aren’t meant to live in peace forever,” Jael finally said, allowing his thoughts to drift on the subject, thinking and wondering where he’d never yet been before. “Nature didn’t intend us to be that way, or no one would get sick or die. We wouldn’t survive on the flesh of others or be born with hatred and despair,” the boy stated aloud, voicing his thoughts. Children are born content, but they immediately begin to tear at each other, attempting to dominate their own flesh and blood from the moment they leave the womb. Their happiness is born simply on obtaining everything they desire—warmth, milk, and sleep. But without, they immediately desire, and desire breeds all the negativity of selfishness, envy, and hatred. It’s how they’re made from day one until the end of their days. Perhaps until the end of time itself, when the world will implode into a fiery pit—or they simply die and are forgotten like the humans before them, only to have their struggle reiterated by some other poor, misfortunate species.