There is a world out there filled with wonderous beauty and unexplainable marvels but often these things as well as the simple joys in life are buried deep beneath a massive mountain of hatred, negativity, destruction, greed, anger, and commercialization.
Often the true wonders of the world are hidden from our sight.
And so it is that sometimes I just don’t feel like being creative. I don’t feel like singing. I don’t feel like painting. I don’t feel like writing. I don’t even feel like living.
I would rather drip with bitterness, shut myself off from the world and wallow in a pool of cancerous venom. Stewing in my exasperation and outrageous indignation. My insides twisting and turning in turmoil as my love for the world is distorted and threatened by my hatred of mankind.
I curse pollution and I condemn consumerism.
I despise racism and I detest bigotry.
I am filled with such loathing. I am overrun with contempt.
So very often I feel as if I am on the losing side of a battle for the soul of mankind. For the preservation of planet earth. I feel as if I am being betrayed by the human race. I feel as if I am not even one of you. Like I have been sent to this planet and forced to live amongst beasts of inferior intellect as punishment handed down to me for some long forgotten crime.
Or perhaps these feelings which dominate my being are meant to prepare me for something grand.
For some sort of revolution.
If the majority of the world is made up of followers of Christ.
If I would be leading the resistance against the current status quo
Well then I guess you can just call me the Anti-Christ.