Do No Evil

The world is a f*ckin' scary place. Evil lurks in unexpected places -- in the shadow of happiness, on the flip side of goodness -- and it infuriates me that it often preys on the innocent under the facade of kindness and love; those of tender hearts that are more susceptible to being guiled by such guises are often the ones that ultimately pay with their blood and tears. And it breaks my heart that I feel utterly helpless at times in the face of such atrocities.

The types of evil that you encounter grows more sinister and insiduous as you grow older, the infectious decadence ever so corruptive and spiteful. Those infected become drones whose God-given talents become instruments of evil to inflict nauseatingly foul tragedy on another human being to satisfy the festering selfish motivations and animal instincts.

God remember your children.
God protect the innocent.
God preserve goodness in this world.

Growing up is scary because you have fewer mentors who protect you from evil or illuminate the way; it's even more scary because you become depended upon to be that mentor at times, and most of the time, you are just as lost and vulnerable yourself.

I pray that evil don't happen in the first place to my loved ones and that I'd be strong enough to shield them from it; but I also wish that I would have the wisdom to be able to provide them with healing and guidance if I was not strong enough.

Do no evil, friends...