Faith in Humanity is trusting that most humans have good in their hearts. That most of us, though we are frail and faltered, have good intentions. We, as humans, strike out with the best intentions. Therefore, we can trust, though error, most of us are trying to not do wrong, do to you wrong.
It can feel naive. I feel naive, at times. But I like my life better, living it this way. These same beliefs I hold myself accountable to as well. Though I may make mistakes, hurt feelings, etc., my intentions are not of an evil or conspiring nature. With that I can find some peace in life.
Of course, I do believe there are exceptions to that rule.
Too many thoughts, jumping around my head. Banging into one another. It’s a mad house. Not the song, a mad house. Untethered human beings set free. Free to find the crazy in the average and continue to misunderstand it.
Parts of my life are repeating themselves. Simplest description: I’m freaking out. It might be a strong translation of my thoughts but that sums it up.
5 years I lived hindered beneath the weight of someone else. I can’t do that again. Sadly the actions that began that long journey are repeating themselves in a manner that is…a mirror image. Different players, same game, same key moves.
I know things are bothering me when I become obsessed with a show on Netflix. Silly. But that instant gratification of you being someone else, somewhere else, doing “else” things. With books you have time for thoughts in-between the sentences or in the spaces between words.