Just an update since i haven't updated in forever on this site...anywayz...here's a story i though you guys might enjoy:
Divinity’s Resentment
Lovely, it’s just so lovely, these jewels of theirs. These jewels of the soul. Love, hatred, anger, and joy, all these emotions and more are expressed by humans each and every day of each and every year.
Humans, extremely lucky are those creatures, but they just don’t know what they really have! They coexist with others of their kind, but don’t worry about anyone but himself or herself. They are selfish, but they are free. Free to make the decisions that could change their lives, for better or for worse. Free to choose, free to speak, free to love.
In having this freedom you would think that they would choose a life of happiness. Humans never truly know what they want and make decisions that they know will harm them rather than help them. They choose a life of anger, sadness, and destruction. I pity them sometimes.
In my possession are the jewels of life. As the god of life, I have to care for these jewels. These jewels that could mean the destruction or the birth of one’s new life, one’s first big step after turning over a new leaf, or a decayed one. I have to protect these lives that are so fragile, so easily shattered.
There are few humans who intrigue me, but every once in a while, someone would eventually pop up and destroy the peace. This woman, her life is in my hands. Her jewels are so perfect. Her box is full of jewels, all of which are shining and carved into perfection. There are no flaws in these jewels. Why should there be? She has it all. Everything a human woman could ask for, everything a woman can dream of. That’s why I like this woman. She has everything. She’s perfect. I’ve checked her box several times over the many years she’s been alive, and I could never stop myself from checking again.
Her jewels are rare, beautiful, and unique. They draw me close, giving a very clear view of what I cannot have. What I will never have. I am a god, and every god has a duty, and every god has to stick to his or her duty, or we will die out. Unlike humans, our duty goes before our heart, but then again, a god is not a god, unless he loves what he does.
Every time I look in the box, a new jewel appears. It makes me wonder what is so special about this woman that she could keep on creating jewel after jewel for her already perfect life. It makes me wonder what her motivation could be, what she could be striving for. It also gives me great excitement, for I wonder, just what the new jewel could look like.
I pour the jewels out of the box in front of me. Everything about the stones symbolizes the conditions of this woman. The color and type of the stones all have a special meaning. Ah…here is a beautiful jade stone, the stone of wisdom and prosperity. Following these stones are those of wealth, friendship, beauty, and many many more. I set the jewels aside for their condition, was perfectly fine.
I pull aside the carnelian stone, a jewel of protection, courage, and eloquence. This one too is shining brightly and stupendously. I examine a few other jewels. The topaz, sapphires, and diamonds…the jewels are so bright, it’s blinding.
A specific jewel caught my eye though. The red ruby shaped as a heart. It was the dullest one of them all. I looked at it closer, and was surprised to see a crack at the center. Why would her heart be…. deteriorating?
This woman has it all. Fame, fortune, prosperity, wealth, and beauty…her life is perfect. Yet something is missing. Something is causing her heart to suffer. I could feel so much pain seeping from that little crack, as if it was trying to break free, trying to consume the jewel as if it was on its breaking point from the very beginning. Hmm…so that’s it. So she is one of those humans as well. It’s a pity really.
Why do humans search for pain? Unlike me, they have the free will to love and care for others. A god does not have these privileges. My job is to care for humans. I cannot choose my fate. It is destined, for a god to care for anyone and everyone other than himself or herself, regardless of our own health.
A god cannot focus on anything other than the well being of these jewels, the lives of the humans. All we could do is watch on and envy these creatures. Envy the fact that they can live; the fact that they could focus all their energy on the person that they love.
If gods were to live as they wish, then it would be the end of the human race. Without all of our thoughts concentrated on only these beings…the jewels will become fractured and they will lose their shining glory.
This woman angers me. She suffers because she wishes to. Her heart is lonely and is without love because she isolates herself. She sets up a wall that not even the strongest of all humans could penetrate. Leaving everything back in a tightly locked broom closet.
She set herself up, I realize. She was so intent on being perfect, so intent on achieving the impossible, that she raced on headstrong, moving so quickly that she left her heart behind. You see, this woman did not realize that her heart would not be able to keep up with her. So when love came by her door, she jumped around and screamed for joy, but when love left through the window, she all but drowned in her sorrow because her poor heart just couldn’t keep up.
How stupid. I hate it when this happens. Humans may be lucky creatures, but they can be just as disgusting. When I dug out all the other jewels, I realize, that if all her jewels were perfect, no matter the darkness or lightness of the jewel, they were just that, perfect. The jewel of greed was perfect, yet the jewel of generosity was also perfect. How was this possible?
I look close and I realize, you’ve been fooling me. Lying to me. You were never perfect to begin with. All this time you were hiding behind a mask of perfection, when in reality, you are anything but perfect. You’re just another human in which goes beyond the boundaries of the groveling. So after you were betrayed, hurt, you buried your real self away, and brought out the machine you. Putting on the porcelain mask of deception each morning, and taking it off every night, you’ve even gone as far as turning a cold shoulder on love.
Why do humans run away from happiness? They don’t have to ignore their feelings yet they choose to do so. Maybe if they were in my position they would realize just how stupid they really are. I have no free will. I have no one to watch over my jewels, no one to make sure that I don’t shatter, no one to help me care for humans so that I may be able to have love in my life.
Yes, humans are extremely lucky creatures. Yet they misuse that luck and cause their own destruction. They misuse their good fortune and are in a constant emotional roller coaster.
One day, I will be like the humans. I will be just as lucky as them. I will learn from their shattered jewels, and I will obtain what they do not have, but then again, I must wonder, that if I were to do such a thing, will I not be trying to achieve the impossible? Am I not striving for the same perfection this woman has been aiming for all her life?
I sigh thinking that a god could never become human, because a god is supposed to be the perfection a human has always longed for. No matter how much I wanted it, I could never be human. Life simply cannot give that to me. This may seem cruel and unfair, but who ever said life was fair?
The sad truth is, not everyone can get what they want, no matter who they are, or how perfect they seem, because no one is perfect, and it will stay that way until the end of eternity.
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