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Passing Pustules of Pensiveness (On the Honesty of Innocence)   Comments

Philosophy

Have you ever noticed how a pet will look up at you and give a pleading meow or furtive whine, with eyes wide open, and as that inexplicable sound emanates from their mouths, we can almost hear in the way they say it, the words “love me?”

I’ll be you dollars to donuts that you have never heard anyone else say those words. Even the phrase “I love you,” three words seemingly despised by today’s macho and emotionless society, are easier to say in the matter-of-fact manner of a declarative statement, and we would rather die than plead and beg with someone to admit it in the bare nakedness of true honesty that only the innocent can show.

We are “higher” beings, and because of that, we are incapable of honesty because we are so guarded. We fear being open, of being so vulnerable.

We have those moments too, when we look at our loved ones, our friends, family members, even our significant others, but unlike a creature that truly knows innocence, no words pass, nothing even emanates from our eyes, and meanwhile, deep inside, we’re waiting for the dam to break.

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