Through it all.
after my cynical views of how all forms of deothology has been completely defaced due to the fact that many-an-incentive come from moral reciprocity, i still find myself bewildered by strange forces that deny all of the above.
what i am trying to say is that -
after all my crapping- about how man is selfish in nature and does not possess the capability to be truly altruistic; about how there always lies a hidden impetus for an individaul to be nice to another; about how sometimes we make friends with others expecting and doing it intending the friendship to be returned ad naucea. after all that crapping, or intellectual mumbo-jumbo if you want to call it, i still find some forms of love with really no reason at all to exist.
to save a wretched soul like me.
the everlasting faithfulness simply amazes me. and to think that it is we who shld be faithful. we are owed nothing.
the thought never fails to positions me in awe, drape a certain cloak of guilt, yet refreshingly captivate me all over again.
awed. simply awed.
what i am trying to say is that -
after all my crapping- about how man is selfish in nature and does not possess the capability to be truly altruistic; about how there always lies a hidden impetus for an individaul to be nice to another; about how sometimes we make friends with others expecting and doing it intending the friendship to be returned ad naucea. after all that crapping, or intellectual mumbo-jumbo if you want to call it, i still find some forms of love with really no reason at all to exist.
to save a wretched soul like me.
the everlasting faithfulness simply amazes me. and to think that it is we who shld be faithful. we are owed nothing.
the thought never fails to positions me in awe, drape a certain cloak of guilt, yet refreshingly captivate me all over again.
awed. simply awed.