In some interpretations of the Bible, nature; particularly the more primal aspects of human instinct...are viewed as embodying a kind of "beastly" or unruly force. This perspective can suggest that the biblical narrative aims to teach us that human beings must strive to rise above their most basic, animalistic impulses, such as violence, greed, and selfishness.
By portraying nature or the natural human condition as potentially "evil," the Bible may be emphasizing the importance of moral discipline and spiritual growth. It encourages believers to overcome the darker, instinctual urges ("the beast") within themselves—such as the desire to kill or harm others—and to cultivate virtues like compassion, self-control, and love.
This interpretation aligns with themes found in scriptures like Romans 7:15-25, where Paul discusses the struggle between the flesh (our natural inclinations) and the Spirit. The overarching lesson can be seen as an invitation to transcend our base human nature, fostering a higher moral and spiritual life that aligns with divine principles rather than primal instincts.
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You say you want to leave this planet as a human, not a beast. But there's no beast more savage than a human
People have all these serious issues about their serious life and I’m just ranting because I thoroughly believed that Syria was in the middle of Africa for my whole life and now I feel stupid.
I hate myself so much to the point I can't take it anymore. I want to rip my tight skin off if I could. I live to hate myself more day by day.
I feel like taking my life would be the smart thing this fucking country sucks and so does my life
i don’t even know where to start anymore. it just feels like everything is burning and the people at the top are too busy sipping wine and patting each other on the back to even notice. like seriously… do they not see us? do they not see the way people are barely hanging on? rent is half a paycheck, groceries are a luxury, and god forbid you get sick — you’ll end up with a hospital bill that follows you to the grave.
and the people in charge? they just talk. that’s all they ever do. press conferences, photo ops, fancy speeches while we’re out here trying to figure out if we can afford fckin toilet paper this month. and when people complain, they say we’re lazy or entitled or dramatic. like bro, no. we’re exhausted. we’re overworked. we’re constantly being gaslit by a system that was never built to care about us.
meanwhile they keep giving money to corporations like they’re adoptable puppies. billion-dollar tax breaks for companies laying off workers and shipping jobs overseas. banks crash the economy and somehow get rewarded for it. oil companies destroy the planet and get government contracts. regular people miss one bill and get their lights shut off. make it make sense.
and don’t even get me started on healthcare. or public transit. or housing. or wages. or the fact that everything is run like a fucking business now. like everything’s about profit. not people. not communities. not wellbeing. just dollars. how much can they squeeze out of us before we collapse. and even when we do collapse? they’ll find a way to monetize that too. charge us for breathing too loud probably.
we’re just numbers to them. statistics. liabilities. they’ll call us “the workforce” but won’t treat us like human beings. we’re expected to work till we die, smile through the stress, and thank them for the privilege of barely surviving. and if we break down? if we snap? it’s OUR fault. we didn’t try hard enough. we didn’t hustle. we weren’t “grateful.”
no one’s listening. no one’s coming to fix it. it’s just us. holding each other up while the people with power treat our pain like background noise. and honestly? that’s the part that hurts the most. not just the struggle… but the silence.
How is it possible to feel heartbreak over someone you never even dated? Like bro, we shared memes, not vows. Calm down, heart.
I hit snooze 9 times this morning and still had the audacity to be mad at the clock.
Why do I always have to initiate plans? I could literally die and no one would notice until I stop liking their posts.
I paid $6 for a bag of grapes and they tasted like wet sadness. At this point I should just eat my bills and call it fiber.