Justification to existence

I long for peace, and I find these wars unacceptable, a means that defeats any end. To slaughter to find peace? To accept acquiescence to pain the only answer to end pain? Your end is our means, and your end our end. Shouldn't war be then pointless?

The very act of your violence, your solution is a constant process of pain you revel in my pain. Like a child you seek to win respect by destruction, by dominance. Your elevation demands the suffering of others.

I was born to this world to see, to seek and I found contentment, I found joy, I found ecstasy. I found colour, life and light. You ask me why I should believe in these things when they should or even Could be taken at the end of a knife?

I ask you what your knife gave me? because it was never the moments when the knife was held against me that I found these joys. And never in its removal.

Now you ask me why should my joy be different to the warlike experiences you revel in and
I put it to you - Do I need you to love? No. Do you need me to hate? Yes.

Now all I know is that I must repel all hate that stems from those who would hate me so instantaneously that it might never touch me. I must no love when there is no place for it. My lights must flicker as fast as the world. I do this to survive, it is my greatest misfortune to have found this.

And to those who would hate, or rather to those who need I die so they may be born, once
you are done killing, what have you left? I can live in a moment but I have lived long
enough to watch that my fate is your fate.

My fate is your fate
My love is not your love until the two combine
Hate streams through those who have not confronted their fear inside

I am miserable, I am sad, I am disgusted, I am tired, I am bored. But I am not afraid. I am as flawed as you, But that is not who I am.