The way I see it, there’s nothing good about being a human or being part of humanity. Sure, I may always be human in appearance, but I don’t care to bother with retaining humanity in my mentality.
What’s so good about being human? We can cry, we can feel pain, we can laugh, we can feel joy. Those are PETTY arguments for being a human that hold a mere candle top the wildfire for the reasons against being a human.
Humans are the only creatures on the planet that would needlessly destroy simply because they “felt like it.” They’re the only creatures on the planet that would remove the skin of its OWN kind while it’s ALIVE simply because they held a disagreement about invisible forces called gods. Humans are the only creatures that can lie.
Humans are the only creatures that have a reason to have shame because they have the capacity to belittle themselves, which in turn, have the capacity to deem themselves UNFIT to live and as a result are the only organisms on this planet that have the ability to find a reason that they are unfit to walk the land and end themselves.
When the mind tells the body that it should destroy itself… That’s just miserable and sad. I’m not even saying that because I care about a person dying. Just that, if you’re going to die, have a proper reason. At the very least, one shouldn’t suffer by their own thoughts or hands.
