#thishits

If you kill a cockroach, you’re a hero. If you kill a butterfly, you’re a villain.

Morality isn’t about the act.

It’s about the costume.

We like to think we have a moral compass.

We don’t.

We have an aesthetic preference.

The cockroach survives everything.

It outlives disasters. Adapts. Endures. Persists.

But it’s ugly

so we crush it without thinking twice.

The butterfly is fragile.

Temporary. Breakable. Gone in days.

But it’s beautiful

so we turn it into poetry.

And it makes me wonder

how much of what we call “evil” just… doesn’t look good in the light?

How many things have we destroyed for not being pretty enough to protect?

We don’t value life.

We value how it looks when we’re looking at it.