The Beauty of Humanity

Humanity is beautiful. I've always known that, but I've always wondered why. We are so hateful, so selfish, so angry, so prone to acts of brutal savagery at the slightest provocation. How the Hell can we be beautiful? But see that's the thing. We are prone to all those horrid acts above, but we also have, somewhere deep inside us, a little ember of love smolders, a miniscule, pitiful specimen of a thing, that can barely be seen. We have every reason to give in to the devastatingly powerful temptation to do wrong, to injure ourselves and our fellow mankind, yet for some strange, unimaginable reason, some unknown, mysterious force inside is us of us quells those urges, and instead carefully and patiently blows and fans that smoldering ember inside us until it eventually reaches our heart, where it smolders, and eventually becomes a fire.  Some of our hearts are less "flammable" per say than others, producing small, fragile little fires, and others of ours ignite into glorious, beautiful bonfires of love, that spark off onto other people. Spreading like a virus, until it engulfs vast areas, with no limit to how far it can spread. But that fragile little ember can also be stomped out, extinguished, leaving behind cold, "heartless" beings devoid of all conscience, who have no qualms about doing whatever they so please, only satisfying themselves.Most of us spend the extent of our lives teetering on the edge, able to go either way, becoming a beautiful bonfire, or a cold heartless creature. I say creature because the heart is what makes us human, and the heart cannot live without love. They have lost their humanity. To live life without your humanity is to not live at all. So I say to you, the beauty of humanity is that whatever we become, it all starts with a spark.