| Right And Wrong By Super Kate --------------- When we are young, we are taught not to hurt others. We are taught that fighting is bad. That stealing is wrong. That killing is very wrong. We learn that kicking hurts, that balled fists can knock out the wind from another, and that words can hurt more than all the sticks and stones, even though, earlier in life, the opposite was told of us. We learn that all the things we do effect affect the people that we know, both positively and negatively. We learn that a kiss and a hug is a positive reaction. And we learn that a frown and biting sarcasm is negative. All this, we learn before we are seven. I have checked up on the logic that we did learn; we were taught such things when we were in the first grade. Now, I am sixteen years old. I listen to my parents, most of the time, and I only occasionally pick on my sarcastic young brother. I may sometimes argue with my boyfriend, but we both know that we're in wild, passionate love. Sometimes lovers must fight. That is just the way it is. But, in the years that have gone by, I have hurt more people than I think I have ever helped. I have killed. I have stolen the lives of people, even though we all know that the most of them were "bad" people. I have watched them die, having stolen the last breath of their lives from their mouths. Maybe, maybe, I was not the one to truly take that breath, but it was caused by me. And why? For a world I have left? For a kingdom that is gone? For a future I have yet to understand? I have fought in the name of a dead world. Of a century long ago ended. Of a world that I am no longer a part of, in most senses. I have fought for what is right. Or is it right? I do not know for certain. I have yet to know. Do what you think is right. No matter what you have been told by others about what is noble and what is good, do what you think is right. What your heart sings is right. What you have been taught will not mislead you, because those few things that we keep with us all our lives are the things that we will always believe in. Break from the mold of doing what others tell you to be noble. Tell you to be good. Tell you to be pure and sweet and right for the world. Too often they are NOT pure and sweet and right for the world. The are dark and unkind and wrong for the world. Like all I have done. Turn back from your foolish ways of believing everything you are told. Those who believe all words that fall upon waiting ears are the truly helpless. They will be pawns for what we call eternity. Believe in the good of your heart. The mind may lie. What you are told may lie. But your heart will forever tell you the truth. And it will show you the light. Your heart, versus the world. That is what everything is. That, my friend, is the real difference between right and wrong. --- Fin --- Author's Ramblings: After being sick from school and reading a few too many fanfictions, this came to mind. I wrapped the text as I did as a dramatic tool. This fic was totally out of my style, and I have no idea from wence it came. Dedication: to the normal person I dedicate this too, for no other reason other than the fact I am wildly in love with him. |