Creation and Creator
The creator, who is thrilled with his own creation, placing it upon an exalted pedestal, intertwining his ego inextricably with its essence, proclaims it as his masterpiece, assuming absolute dominion over its fate. And to him, the creation is an extension of himself — a mere fragment. It becomes a mirror of his worth and a showcase of his accomplishments. It’s his life’s scorecard, and he endeavors ceaselessly to ensure its impeccability, lest besmirch to his life’s narrative.
And yet, the creator obliterates the fact that his creation harbors its own vital pulse, much like his own. He forgets he has birthed a human being, full of raw emotions and pure innocence.
For the creation, the creator embodies the cosmos entirely and is a source of affection and guardianship. The creation’s soul, like any new soul, yearns for unyielding tenderness and care while its essence is untainted and vulnerable. Its universe orbits solely around this maker. But the creator views it only as his personal achievement, a mere report card.
You, the creation, you did everything possible to shield yourself from the harsh world forged by your creators. You created your own tools for survival. Life threw endless challenges, but you relied on those self-made defenses. Which, for others, looked like you are heartless or cruel. But you were just trying to protect yourself with the tools you thought were protecting you, doing the best you could do to survive. You craved the balm of love and care, but your creators couldn’t provide it because they didn’t know how…
The inexorable anguish inflicted on the innocent child- The creator wounds his own work, arrogating control over it. He manipulates it to his liking, ignoring that it pulsates with its own independent life. The creation ventures into the vast expanse of the world, bearing invisible wounds that cut to the core of his heart.
Oh God, why grant someone, who is a mere mortal, the power to create if they lack the acumen to nurture what they’ve made? How cold can you be?
The creation in its curiosity, encounters the world as a wide-eyed, uncharted enigma. It’s unscarred in the beginning and purely innocent.
A responsible creator sculpts the environment in which the creation shall subsist, or more aptly, he equips it with tools to navigate the tempests of reality. But instead, he metamorphoses into the very monster the creation must guard and shield against.
In this struggle, the creation forges its own character, untempered by affection, in unrelenting coldness. Why must the creator remain oblivious to the creation’s torment and blind to the human agony within?
It feels like the creator’s denial of his own vulnerabilities, that he, too, was once a creation of some antecedent architect.
The creation endures its cicatrices throughout its life, believing itself to be the monster because its creator was ill-equipped to offer the love and care that it needed.
How could he remain impervious to the kindness shining in his child’s eyes? How could he be so blind, so instrumentally myopic?
And in that blindness, he perpetuates further devastation to evade his own guilt.
Who is the true monster here?
But the creator himself was forged by a flawed creator, blind to such truths.
Oh Lord, the father becomes the son, and the son becomes the father…What an endless cycle of shadowed inheritance!
Who is the real monster? Who in this world truly deserves that name?
The arrogance, the intransigent denial of inflicted scars and ancestral legacies- that’s the monster.
No entity compels another into monstrosity; it’s a choice. Bringing life into being and then to disavow its autonomy is to deny your own existence.
It breaks my heart and puts my soul into deep pain to watch the sheer agony visible in people’s eyes. I wish I could ease that suffering, the ocean of sorrow.
Perhaps Forgiveness is the key to healing it all and the wisest path. Having a generous heart, absorbing the wounds inflicted by your creator, and their creator, and the interminable lineage of creators, and to forgive them fully and extending the olive branch of clemency, confirming that all can be redeemed, is the greatest strength. It’s only for the strongest to end this cycle.