For this reason, when shit
happens, the ones who are not a part of us or ours tend to be held in the wrong
until proven above suspicion, which is as difficult as impossible because we
hardly seek evidence to reason us out of that presumption of guilt.
Today, as if mere manmade
constructs, virtue can become a vice or the other way round, as and when
we find it convenient. What is true is usually what we want to accept as true.
For instance: I read something on the internet and it supports my prejudice,
‘it’s definitely true.’ But when it doesn’t, ‘man, not everything you read
online is true.’
This is why most of us find
comfort among those who agree with us, like Samuel
L. Jackson was to Leonardo
DiCaprio in Django
Unchained. You call them friends - I call them shadows, because they duck
when you bow, nod as you nod, echo what you say, hate the people you don’t
like, and like the ones you love regardless. The backside is, when all your
light sources go dim, shadows like that disappear.
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