If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line between good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being, and who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?
There might be something to be said about someone who can completely ignore the truth. A bigot? A religious nut job? One of those words anyway. The world is full of truths. And part of growing up is in finding those truths. You hear that life is hard, you never know what that means until you find out the hard way. You are told to stay away from strangers, that people can be cruel, but you never really get it until you look upon the face of evil and realise that it is human.
Acceptance and denial are adulthood. You have to give up parts of yourself. Always, constantly. You must face the facts, as they say. What they really mean is that you must give up on the truth. You must recognize that there are horrors happening right now, as you sip your coffee, all across the world, maybe even next door. You must live your life as though those horrors are not happening. You must lock away the shadowy parts of humanity in the nightmares you have alone at three am.
It is the curse of knowledge. Do you give up? Acknowledge that if you spent the rest of your existence lighting the dark your efforts would be a drop in the ocean. And live on as though you don’t know. Or do you fight? And surrender yourself to heart break and sorrow. Can you risk the abyss looking back at you, and finding common ground?