Came home from church not expecting the priest’s message. At most times, we’ll be hearing words that we already know. We’ll be reminded of the common things that we should and should not do. But today, I heard the simplest and cruelest act that we always do: to murder.
Killing does not require blood nor death. It happens every day. And we are all guilty of doing the same thing over and over again. If I should count how many times have I murdered, I might be entitled of death penalty.
The fact that you’ve suffered yourself from the daily thinking of your nine-year-old hatred, you’re killing. If not yourself, then the people around you.
I can’t answer the question why are we lingering too much on our emotions. They say we are farmers by nature. Farmers of anger, pain, and suffering. We love to list down all the things that made us frown and curse. Should you be asked of the happiest moment in your life, you’ll find time before you can answer. But when asked why do you feel bad or why are you mad, you’ll say it within seconds until the list goes on.
But why do we always think of the things that have hurt us? Why do we embrace suffering? Why do we choose to be our own murderers? Why do we love to hate others? And why can’t we just forget everything?
It’s because we choose not to. It will always boil down to our own decisions. Or maybe it’s because we have gripped these memories that have ruined a part of our entity.
Do yourself a favor, release your anger. Don’t be a murderer.