Why do people hurt other people? In this case, I’m not talking about physical harm towards others; I’m referring to the hurt that can be engraved deep into your psychology. A wound dished by a swinging fist or the cut of a knife will bruise, scab, and maybe turn into a permanent scar. Maybe it won’t scar at all, instead becoming a ghost that used to populate your arm until the proteins and blood platelets in your body healed it. Emotional hurt is the most dangerous ghost there is because it lives inside of your mind to haunt you until your dying day. Why do people bestow these demons upon others to populate their psyche?
It’s certainly a hard question to answer because I’m assuming there isn’t one person in this world who wants to be hurt. Intentionally or unintentionally, there is no good reason to install negative energy into another living being just to make them feel uncomfortable. It’s a sadistic act that has personally affected me, my friends, my family, and basically anyone that ever existed. If there’s anything that I absolutely cherish, it’s the minutes I’ve spent being physically alive and the minutes I have left being alive. A perfect life for me is living in peace with myself and those that I love, however both parties are capable of becoming monsters and hurting themselves/others at the drop of a hat, therefore tarnishing the perfect life that I’ve proposed. Even the simplest acts can cause eternal pain to oneself or another, and I, much like many of you, have experienced this first hand.
The worst is knowing that the person who hurt you is carrying on with their lives with a smile as if nothing happened. It’s quite a wicked smile that fails to subside. I’m ashamed to admit that I’m guilty of this act, for I have hurt someone before, just as others have hurt me. The only answer I can provide why I hurt these people, people that I love, is because I was empowered by own misery to cripple another person’s happiness – usually the one who had hurt me. It’s a classic revenge story that should’ve never taken place but did because I thought that I could be happy again. I can’t speak for others on the matter; I couldn’t tell you why others have hurt me or why they’ve hurt others. Revenge? Jealousy? For laughs? Inherently evil?
Whenever I’m hurt, people tell me to man up or move on. The first assumes that the male population should be impervious to emotional hurt; I call it poor advice. I’m not afraid to admit that I spent most of October, November, and December of 2013 shedding tears because the emotional pain had become overwhelming. I had never experienced depression in my life until those months crept in. I’m still not sure if the perpetrator is aware of the emotional pain that they caused me. This is where the “move on” statement comes into play. In my honest opinion, it’s even poorer advice than “man up”. Numerous people have told me to move on and forget about this person, but that’s really hard to do because I loved that person. If love used to be there, wouldn’t it be safe to assume that it can come back once the hurt is extinguished? I’ve learned that love makes it hurt even more.
I don’t know if there’s a universal answer for why people hurt others, but I think it’s essential to learn that the minutes we have left on this Earth are quite precious. No one, not even your worst enemy, deserves to live these minutes emotionally tormented by another person. No one wants to have to rely on medication and weekly therapy sessions just to exorcise the demons that reside in a person’s psychology. My psychology has certainly tortured me recently, but I forgive those who have hurt me and I hope that those I’ve hurt have forgiven me.
I don’t want to breed and spread this negative energy to anyone. I’m interested in getting as close as possible to that perfect life that I described earlier. A perfect life is typically defined as being flawless, but I argue that a perfect life comes with a set of flaws that you get to experience and improve upon. Progress is perfect for me, and I sincerely hope we can progress as a society to make peace with ourselves as well as others. Learning to love one another rather than hurt one another is our ticket to a flawed, perfect reality.
My Seven Devils 