A Description of Humanism

A life cannot be justified without its desire to give without reciprocity.

The mind cannot survive on the gratitude of itself because

man naturally hates what he is,

so we turn to reflective surfaces in search of something synthetic.

Truth is shown inside a dark room where

we hide our intentions meant for the vulnerable,

we cling to anything hopeful

even if it is of selfish nature.

To live is to give,

but only with a gift of something so precious,

repayments are nearly impossible.

Because we are created from God,

however utterly human,

there are ways to carry ourselves divinely.

The earth can never be taken from such grace because without its own,

it would never be so.

Deep in the subconscious, we long for sunlight to creep into our veins,

so the pain of this materialistic, selfish state

may be dissuaded of other evils,

in a way that numbness may seem like a possible,

but never inevitable case.

The end of suffering seems to be buried in a cellar containing cornucopias of truth,

however locked by the need for immediate validation and affection.

What we bring to the table is what we will eat.

Living has incentives; to be able to acquire a taste for all things brought upon the table,

for if the tongue cannot tolerate a certain taste,

that individual is forever frozen in an egocentric maze we were supposed to grow out of during the pre-operational stage of child development.

Love is an unspoken promise made

during the presence and absence of a person.

Unconditional love is bottled forever,

the seal cannot be so easily broken because

each of us is to each others’ own,

in ways, we may not ever realize.

The way a breath is taken,

the way a look is given,

and any other form of candid interaction,

paint generations of connection between us,

and an affliction that can either bring great joy

or great pain.

- l.o