I am not going to go on a tangent to simply say I don’t like Witt. I will rather choose to say that I don’t like what the pursuit of Witt makes individuals do. Like money and gold this ancient way of thought might be appealing to somebody who was never appreciated. I admit that I was never the brightest one of the bunch, at least not by the conventional benchmark. Nonetheless I seemed to see the unseen, sort of like an infrared light except with motives and intentions. I saw perceptions to put it mildly. The little wicked smirk someone would get as if ready to eat you alive, right before they humiliate or insult you. To put it simply I knew when they were going to swing and why. I saw many sacrifice themselves on the altar of self preservation.
I can now attest that absolute power does corrupt absolutely. Even from a young age this mystery was partially unveiled to me, but I had to partake, I had to get a taste of whatever this was. By nature I was never the one to consciously pursue wanting to exert my will on someone I deemed to be lesser. But I wondered what the appeal was. Why did people love to feel dominant and borderline deviant? What was it about evil that they enjoyed? I soon got my answer after flirting with this idea. The answer is quite underwhelming actually. It’s all of it. All the fruits of evil are enjoyable to the simple man. It was that simple. Soon after that I forgot my youth and took a swim into the deep.
They say the love of money is the root of evil.. I say that selfishness is the very author of it.
Everything I did during that period was for my gratification. Every scheme was conceived by yours truly and for his consumption. I saw the damage I did but I wouldn’t give myself permission to view others as being humans. Therefore as valuable and made in the image of God. I used them to my own selfish gain. I despised the weak willed, the ones who reminded me of myself. But it was my weak self that I loved the most deep down. That little fragile mind that wanted to be approved and validated. That kid who always wanted to be give was the true me. I was wrong to write him off as so many others did. I turned my back to my own soul and sold it into slavery. To let it do the biting of a fallen man.
I was made to realize that the beginning of life was to deny the image you so carefully sculpted and to accept what you always were meant to be.
You are a being capable of housing love. A being capable of tremendous things. A heart able to bear even the heaviest loads this life has to offer. A God in the midst of men. A source of hope to the hopeless and a light to those in darkness. Something this simple man would’ve never considered to consider, even for a moment. He was made to believe that he was a wolf in a world of sheep. Yes he may very well have been the wolf, but know that there is always a good and devout shepherd with a sturdy rod nearby.
To Witt I say
you can have your way
You can destroy
You can nitpick
You can hate
I do better
Free from fear
Free from opinions
Life carry on
I no longer belong to me
Looks like the world does better without “me”