"I am 26 years old and I have lost my faith in humanity. Hope in the human race has gone, skepticism remains. I am 26 years old and I have lost my faith in humanity...I have lost my belief in better times ahead. Is this wrong? Should I keep quite? Should I embrace a political correctness that says better times await us? I cannot do it. I cannot pretend that all is ok. I can no longer pretend that we are not a perverted and misguided bunch mostly because of our lack of insight into our own perversion.
I am 26 years old and I have lost my faith in humanity. Sometimes I see glimpses of reality, in those moments history unfolds and speaks. She slowly gets up from a dusty chair and talks about the way things were. She states that nothing is new, nothing has changed. The young always embrace ideals, from communism to social gospels; if only the world would listen to their fresh ideas. But soon they get older, they read more, they experience more. They realize that nothing is original; nothing escapes the hands of darkness. As they age they quickly embrace the system of trade-offs. Ideals are thrown out because what good are ideals if they lead mankind no where? They trade and barter within the human condition, then they die and leave room for new idealists who keep the pendulum swinging back and forth, from liberal to conservative, from communist to capitalist, from atheist to theist.
I am 26 years old and I have lost my faith in humanity. I can no longer watch the young attribute quick fixes to ancient problems; I can no longer watch the old give in to hedonism because their generational quick fixes did not provide answers to the ancient problems. But, however, in contention, in reality, in conclusion: I am 26 years old and I have lost my faith in humanity because I am human and I am the problem. I am sick...dying you could say. I am dying from the weight of my own conscience; a conscience that knows I cannot do the good I preach; a conscience that knows I live a lie like the rest. I am the personification of a misrepresentation. I constantly pretend to be that which I'm not in order to grasp the world and make it mine. I live in an ethnocentric spiral that leads not into understanding and clarity but to dream like states where reality eludes me. My problem is no different than the rest; I want the power, I want the control; I! I! I! I want to be God. I want the world to revolve around me. But what a sad reality that is. What a cosmic joke. What perpetual nonsense. But is there an answer to our despair? Is their a revelation waiting in our midst? Saint Paul also asked the same question, "Who will save us from this body of death?" And his answer came to him, as it may to us; but not in the form of beauty or in the shape of a philosophy, but through a bloody and vile cross where God answered Paul...where God met Paul...where God answers us...where God meets us. "Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord (Rom. 7:25)" because I am 26 years old and I have lost my faith in humanity."
This was taken from my brother's website...
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I think that only when we have gotten to a place where have completely lost faith in all else can we truly know what it's can be like to fall on our faces and cry out for something worthy of our hope and faith. Only when we have reached that place of complete disappointment in all that we have hoped in can we ever really look at the cross in all that it is, a painful execution of all that we are, and a beautiful ressurection of all that we can be. I am thankful that this 'cross' does not discriminate it promises to all who nail themseleves to it the same thing....a new begining, not a final destination.
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