Give Me A Reason

Ah. They’ve caught one more presumed criminal. I can be heartless when it comes to hurt people who hurt me or my loved ones. But I feel like there is ALWAYS a reason people do things. People aren’t born criminals. You aren’t born anything but a breathing, relatively precious thing. We lose and take things along the way. We lose our innocence, we find things like love, and we pick up things like bitterness, anger as we pick up the pieces of our heart, and really that’s fine. Life is all about taking and giving…I guess (I’m stingy, when I pick up things, they are not going back – I’m extremely bitter and angry). But some people just take too much bad from life experiences, and they lose control over what they picked up. There is ALWAYS a reason. You don’t just kill people. Everyone is a little guilty. Somehow. Which is why there is almost no such thing as justice. By whose standards are we going to judge people? The people who make the rules are somewhat superior? Who gets to decide who’s right or wrong? People don’t take in mind what others might feel because then it wouldn’t be fair. They don’t base their judgement on reasons but on actions because that’s the way its the fairest.  And really they are right, there is no other way around it.

But I can’t help wanting to know the reason behind EVERYONE’s bad actions and choices. Specially if you killed. I don’t know why, but when I think of criminals, I feel some type of compassion, as if they were misunderstood. I try to find more beauty or good in them than in other people. Regular people – me and my heart just mostly (i’m sorry to admit it) put you in a box, categorize them as annoying people who contribute to my misery (LOL).
There is ALWAYS a reason people do bad things though. And sometimes, I feel it’s only right to judge them based on that reason. I don’t like people in general, I love them individually.