The world is hard.
Soft people get smacked up hard in this world.
I know because of being an empath.
For most of my life, I thought being an empath was a thing of science fiction.
It turns out I didn't read enough.
I've had this problem with this world as far back as I can remember.
It's not as far back as most.
The first twenty years of my life are gone because I died at age seventeen.
I lost my memory.
I lost my family.
I had to relearn my past.
Most, if not all, of it I didn't like.
When you're born soft, the world will gleefully stick you hard.
Cruel father, a mother on the cross, bullies.
Every question struck down, telling you you're retarded.
Stupid.
Being cruel is not only the point but is a strategy for survival.
In a world of limited resources and an ever-changing environment being cruel, selfish, and hateful allows you to survive.
The man living alone needs nothing and nobody.
The American ideal?
I was born soft.
I feel things others don't.
Like a dog tied up in the yard, I can hear danger approaching.
I can smell fear.
I can see self-made ignorance.
I know instantly when you're lying.
Soft people are here for a reason.
We have a duty.
A duty to warn.
A duty to care.
Being hard going through life not caring labels oneself as being a child.
Being soft and going through life caring for others makes you an adult.
In many ways, both our fault and nobody's fault, we have lost those touchstones in our society that allow us to recognize when it's time to transition into adulthood.
To care.
To put the future's well-being and safety ahead of our self-interest.
Soft people are here to remind the children to put away their toys and take on the responsibility of life.
Adults care for the children.
Children care only for themselves.
This world is hard.
Some days I can't really take it.
The cruelty, the despair, the uncaring, like one stone stacked on another, crush me.
Yet I rise.
I have a duty.
A duty to warn.
A duty to care.
Join me.
Peace
DFrey
