Blaming for survival

No matter how distanced we may seem at the surface, we are intermingled on the inside. As we concentrate on every minuscule detail, we overlook the big picture. You and me, we're alike. We fear the same things in life. We dread the same consequences. We love the same comfort and we strive for the same success. Problem is, we're all quick to point fingers and blame each other for our own shortcomings. It just seems... easier. But see... while we are focusing on transferring all this hatred, all this disgust, and all this disappointment, we seem to ignore the fact that we have been just wasting time. It could take us half that time to improve ourselves and change our lives for the better. But we're in a hurry. We are too quick for our own good. We are hurt and we act fast to create a gap between the horrifying truth and ourselves. It's how we survive. It's wrong, yet it's right to us because that is how we see ourselves healing from our mistakes. Mistakes that we will not claim.

Sometimes it's okay to accept that things don't make sense. Sometimes it's alright to feel confused and lost. Sometimes there is nothing we can do and it is fine to presume whatever that has been done was inevitable to begin with. But let's hold on a second here.

These are two different situations. One situation is where we have done something we aren't proud of, something we wish we could either take back or improve on, something that we are not comfortable owning up to. The other situation is something that is clearly out of our hands. Fate. Uncontrollable.

You know what is so sickening though? How we love to blend the two situations above, as if we don't know any better. It's kind of that evil genius in us. How we can be so manipulative and try to confuse our own minds with what the absolute truth is. Is this survival? Is it really helpful? And if so, to who?