/lit/ - Literature

>28 But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart.
Is it wrong, then, to admire the beauty of a little girl, marrying her before you could lust after her?

>19 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
>20 But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:
>21 For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

And yet, I cannot stop thinking of her.

>>14002163
If I don’t have her, then what is left in this world? Nothing. I would be doomed to live an empty life, patiently waiting for my death, pretending to find meaning in a meaningless world. If I could forget that she existed, then maybe I would be fine, as I was fine before I saw her. But she opened my eyes, she made me experience true love, something that makes life feel real. But now I cannot possibly forget her face. I think about her every day. Even if I could stop thinking of her, I would inevitably see her several times in the next few years, regardless if I want to. There is no cure, no treatment, for me. I can only keep going with hope.

>>13950314
I hate the world. There is so much evil in the modern age. Virtues are mocked, while degeneracy is celebrated. Jesus told us to hate the world, but how much is too much? There are so few things to hold on to. I can only hold to the dream of someday being with her, and raising good children, much better than I was brought up as a child. But most of the time I feel as though I’m being pulled in a current, a current that is dominated by a mass of evil and low intelligence. The world tries to make you think that you are the problem, that you need to fit in, because it’s much easier for the individual to change his ways than for society to change. But the ways of society don’t care for the individual. This raises the question, what exactly is the goal of our society? Are we just blindly marching on without seeing more than what brings temporary pleasure? Doesn’t anyone ever stop to question the point of it all? Do they not wonder if we’re going down the wrong path? That maybe we lost some of the wisdom that guided the ancients? At this point, I just accept that the world will soon be dead, but still, it is not so easy to configure my life around such a chaotic world.