Any that have been following my on-going series, How The Devil Introduced Me To God, will be aware of the difficulties I had understanding the horrors of this world back in my younger years. I was forced, just like so many of us, to adopt a coping-mechanism that would allow me to come to terms with the seemingly inescapable suffering that afflicts each and every person in one way or another.
There are a number of methods one can make use of in order to deal with the darker side of humanity. Some choose ignorance; it's easy to make it through the day without worrying about the families that are suffering on the Gaza Strip, the thousands of children out there being abused, and the millions of people that are starving on the streets, if you are unwilling to spare them a thought or even accept the existence of their pain.
This is an effective coping mechanism-- for oneself. But, for those out there in need of help, it is certainly not. How can we, as people, help our fellow brothers and sisters that are in desperate need of our assistance, if we remain willfully ignorant to their plight, all so that we might sleep better at night? The answer is; we cannot.
This is why I believe it is imperative that we adopt a means of coping with suffering, that allows room for the recognition of its existence. My hopes are that this message can reach some of those who have not yet found a way to subsist amidst a world of perpetual pain, and that it might serve to present a new ideology to those who have had enough of conscious unawareness.