Mentality

 

 

Hard as it is but many still have it everyday, a couple of individuals that are radical. Small in numbers, but far larger in the scale of effect. It has been a time and age where the individuality and the freedom of mind have come to a point where it can be a large influence of damage. It has been seen for its enlightening help but as time goes on, for small issues to be brought up and to be solved; it has come under a siege of turmoil and of course; a nuisance.

Likely as it is that it could be solved, nor could it be a much liking. Seen it as a sign of humane stupidity and also seen as a perception of human narrowness of mentality and to the most crucial element of life: trust. I see us no more, I see us dying of life as we deny our ability to trust by questioning the very simple fact of trade.  

I have been through a lot of these so called elaborated personalities, yet they may have the most complicated mind with all those issues that are just mere clouds that have no harm whatsoever, just clouds on a beautiful day; just drifting and drifting on those blue calm sky. The thought of such people will make the wondrous of days seem unbearable and most definitely a nightmare, it is about so because we are so suddenly brought to anger. 

I simply don’t find why these people could have a night well spent, a night without worries, a night that is as it is, a night.

I find it so hard to comprehend the issues that weren’t so much so evidently an issue to begin with, were one because they made such fuss on the smallest of things. I find that the person thinking about their thoughts and facing them would have a mindset that could be like a person’s finger at the colt’s trigger just about to let it go as it is aim right at the head. Sometimes these intelligent beings are just so smart to not notice that by being tolerant would probably be a smart move instead of obsessively triggering all the senses of everyone around. Perhaps by thinking on what to say and what to do before raising an question would indeed be a much thoughtful ideal: but yet some people would like to be known an ass; perhaps. . . 

Yet i can be anymore then I am, as much as i can be a nice person I try not to manage these beings. I did try but my mind wouldn’t take it anymore than that. A nuisance and a pain, a child if i may add. Their likes are about so small and their thoughts of life is about as narrow as the strip of hair on a sculp. Giving in as a sign of friendship is perhaps one mistake because i deny my standing for a child’s thought, i deny my mind a peace because i have entertained and i was not entertained.

To the ups and down, and to the side and ways of theirs; i shouldn’t be so harsh. I should have pitied them. Their lives are a sad, they struggle for something that is a fragment of a speck that is only a mere part of the world we all engage in. Yet i pitied more their children who will indeed suffer from their parent’s intelligence as i have with my dearly family. I do hope as time passes, the world should realize that by being as narrow and shallow is indeed a crime to be a punish of court.  

The mentality. . . .