Rues of Roo

is remourse necessary? and if so, why? it is only but the reminiscing and reminder of an unfortunate event, or at least, what one would deem unfortunate.

i would deem that generally people have remourse on a regrettable instance, hence if such an unfortunate event was the outcome of an individual’s failure, then perhaps forgiveness and understanding would follow suit. However, what if no remourse was shown? It, instead of procuring a sympathetic response for the surrounding individuals, produces one of the complete opposite nature, and inevitably (of what is inevitable) misunderstanding, hatred, dislike and general malodorous sentiments follow.

and what of it? to the individual with no remourse, nothing. to the others, more grievances, sadness, sorrow, and general incomprehension.

is that a regretful state? and what of it. whatever it is, remourse is sadness. tragic sadness.

is the inevitable unavoidable?

what is a bad event? is it only one that is detrimental to oneself or some other individual or is it simply one that brings no advantage to another. Is the throwing of a stone into the air a bad event? or simply an event. why is the destination of a stone important? whether it strikes the head of a man or of a tree, why is one more valuable than another when the repercussions of hitting either would, in a sense, be the same.

so what is my own detriment? why is it not just a falling into place of events that were predetermined, predestined by someone else? after all, they were inevitable, were they not? like the putting of fire to wood, like the dabs of paint from brush to canvas. why do they have an effect on me, and not on some other thing or person.

expecting the worst. and then having it occur. now that is a sad sad thing indeed.

and what of it? they say that it is. it is, and nothing more. that is more sad than a sad sad thing. and i can only but look on and wonder. why?

i think sometimes the way of expression is not always the means of communication, and as a result, the message becomes truncated in a meandering array of pain and sorrow. or perhaps unawareness and ignorance. either way nothing is communicated or expressed.