The greater good

A cloudy evening lies above my head and a weak wind blows against the flues. Tonight I don’t plan to break the enduring silence. My thoughts are educated by the respect of happiness and I look at them as peaceful paintings. There are many closed doors in life that I don’t wish to open because their keys show awful shapes. A lot of people blame other people so as to feel better and they act like they can’t achieve their inner wishes. I don’t worry to face my charges and I see no benefit in declaring others guilty. Why in the hell another individual should have the privilege to pay my mistakes in my place?
I had many contacts with those who are victims of themselves even if I’ve never looked for such idiocy. It’s not my fault if disturbed people enjoy me and try to engage conversations. As far as I’m concerned, everyone is free to speak about his problems, however I know that few are able to solve them instead of hiding them along the seasons of life. I guess that inner worlds are under some kind of social Darwinism and thereafter only the fittest minds survive to painful feelings. I got a wise advice from my personal experience: don’t trust someone that doesn’t know himself and don’t bother to know someone that doesn’t trust himself.