The Seven Social Sins are:
Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.
From a sermon given by Frederick Lewis Donaldson in Westminster Abbey, London, on March 20, 1925.
🌌trusting the process. Trusting in the good coming my way. Hoping the same for everyone reading this💗
“Do what you have to do until you can do what you want to do.”—
“Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.”—
“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.”—
Things just shatter, regardless of how many times I stick them together. Getting answers is easy, getting help has got tough. Close ones cause more mishaps than the strangers. Swallowing my ego for the sake of others has normalised but seeking the pleasures for myself has got impossible.
Deeply entrenched chaos of this cosmos is glued to daily troubles. Strays have become more supportive and humane, contrasting to the inhumane humans around me. Ruins were suppose to recover, but rehabilitation has burdened more baggage than ever.
Filling the void makes me choked. Things have become a tasteless steroid. Peak of Euphoria is now just a flattened heart, fragile as a flake of corn. Time flies, time flew, and it’ll do so in future. Calm and composed as I try to, fortitude of solitude makes and breaks its own fall.
All I look for is this storm to pass, while I survive enough to fulfill desires I won’t regret at my deathbed. So, with clean hands and mask on, I endure to arrive at the existential utopia.
“Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.”— Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice
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