Loss of faith in humanity from "summary" of Autobiografía de un esclavo by Juan Francisco Manzano
In the midst of my suffering, I began to see the true nature of humanity. The cruelty and indifference that surrounded me day in and day out filled me with despair. I saw how easily people could turn a blind eye to the suffering of others, how they could justify the most heinous acts in the name of profit or convenience. It was as if a veil had been lifted from my eyes, revealing the ugliness that lay beneath the surface of society. I had once believed in the inherent goodness of people, in their capacity for compassion and empathy. But as I witnessed the horrors of slavery, as I endured the dehumanizing treatment at the hands of my oppressors, that belief began to crumble. I no longer saw my fellow human beings as beings capable of kindness or love. They were monsters in human form, driven by greed and a lust for power. The more I saw of the world around me, the more my faith in humanity waned. I saw how easily people could be swayed by hatred and fear, how they could be manipulated into committing unspeakable acts. I saw how little value was placed on human life, how easily it could be discarded like a piece of trash. In the face of such overwhelming darkness, I struggled to hold on to any shred of hope. But it was a losing battle. The weight of despair pressed down on me, crushing any flicker of optimism that remained. I felt adrift in a sea of cruelty, with no land in sight to offer me refuge. And so I was left with a bitter truth: that there was no goodness to be found in the hearts of men, only a bottomless pit of depravity and cruelty. My faith in humanity had been shattered beyond repair, leaving me adrift in a world devoid of light or hope.
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