Eyes closed, they wander They wear their blindfolds with pride, their ignorance like a badge they think they're the perfect ones, the gods, they blame others when they feel bad 'I don't see bad, I don't think bad', they say, 'and when you do, you make me feel bad.' 'It's only truth', the others respond. 'We write what we feel, we look at all aspects at life; the good, the bad, the way they balance, the way they keep each other in check...' 'Oh', the denyers reply, 'we don't agree with that. We don't like feeling bad, you see, and when you talk morbid like that, you bring us down. Why can't you just be happy like us? Why can't you just think about the good? If you wear these blindfolds, if you close your eyes, then you're safe. You don't have to see those other people; you don't have to sympathize with their problems.' 'That's sad', say the others, 'really sad. When you close your eyes, you miss half the world. you miss half the emotions, half the art, half the literature...you miss half of life.' But the denyers won't listen. They never will.
Reason for writing:
People who deny that there's anything bad in life. There's plently of good, but there's also bad. When you close your eyes to one, then you miss out on half your life.
Birth sign: Libra
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