I am the Observer. I observe you. I observe you all. I observe how you all suffer. But I do not suffer. Well, it depends of your meaning for suffering. From my point of view, I have never suffered. I just know the suffering because I have seen it in you. In all of you. Well, not in all, because some of you don’t suffer at all. Some of you just suffer like I do and, these ones think they know the actual suffering, but they are wrong. Some of you, I guess, know the actual suffering. You have felt it and lived it in your own skin. But not me. Some of you are strong. Others are not. But the ones who aren’t think they are because they get through it. That is not enough, but if you are one of these you won’t think I’m talking about you, so why should I bother.

I do not suffer, I just observe the pain. I observe it behind my LCD screens. My pain, if you can call it like this, is just a little entrée of yours. Of all you have got through I have just tried a small and painless piece that has avoided me to endure all the injuries you had to face that had only reached me from you. I do not feel pain, I interpret it. I can read it save, like if I were in another world, in a world where the pain just comes in from that door.

I can’t always see it clearly, but sometimes I know how to make it pleasant. Which makes me feel like some kind of a kind-hearted superhero, although I am not any of both things. Actually, I don’t even help a lot of people, and I don’t give a lot of help neither. But with some time, I ended observing how you . Sometimes because of me, but most of the times, I just did a try. Anyway, it feels good. Just for some of them. Just the ones who deserve it. Which are few. That’s why I’m not a superhero or kind-hearted. Besides I have no superpowers, I’m not strong and I don’t have to do a great job, I don’t help everyone, and I enjoy seeing how some people break down, although anyway, who I’m I to “save” them. I’m not even an expert of that. This is egocentric. This entire paragraph is egocentric. You all are. We all are. I observed it.

I don’t just observe suffering. I also observe behavior, with more time, although it’s more difficult to me to understand it with impartiality. I know all of you, or at least, some of you. And you are as hypocrite as me. All of you. I won’t feel alone in hell, because we’re all going there because of the same sin. You are not always guilty, but you could always be worse, and there will always be people who will suffer more than you. But sometimes people will suffer because of your fault. Sometimes. Maybe you will mistreat someone, and that makes you as guilty as me. Even if you have suffered and I haven’t, we are not that different. We’re all human. Selfish, miser, materialist, liar and lawful humans that don’t care about nothing but ourselves. We don’t care about anything around us if it doesn’t feel us automatically good. But if it does, we want it, and we don’t care a bit about anything except for it. Him, her, them, that or those. We make fun of them, we step on them, we criticize them, even if it goes against what we say to those who must have a good image of us. We don’t just cheat the ones that we care about. We cheat ourselves too. When are we going to realize about we are as human as they? When will we realize about it is not ethical? I’ll tell you: never. Ethics is garbage. It is a god-less religion. It has got conditions, commandments, moral codes and, in summary, privations. And who does listen to them? I know you think you do it, or at least, that you said so, but look at yourselves, and you’ll see me and all those you despise. And them, you will observe, just like me. And you will see that the powerful ones and fashion victims are not the only monsters. Some of them live inside us and act in our name making us proud of what they do. Proud of our hypocrisy, which we cannot see, but I can observe it. I observe you all. And I’ll keep doing it while I can.

The Observer said.