If we are all created equally, then it is our materialistic possessions that set us apart. There was a time when we were content being able to provide for ourselves the necessities of life until some other being told us we needed to lust over something else.
I remember as a child asking my dad about religion. My senses told me there was something more to just our mere existence. Life felt bigger than what was intended, or at least what I could see right in front of me. My closest friend was an advocate for Church so I needed to know,…
Yes we would all love to hold the hand of those that created us. The ones that first looked down upon us before we took our first breath. With the billions of people that are inhabiting the Earth though we have come to learn how to recreate that love. Yes it will always be a tiny bit different. But what I love about the love that is born upon us is the one that we get to create through commitment and determination. That your family that you are creating is worth living for. Only you can work towards ending the toxicity that threatens to poison us all.
I stand on top of the cliff looking down at the water beating furiously on the rocks below. Reaching my hand into my pocket I feel the envelope cold in my hands. I want to take it out again but can’t. The words written on the envelope I sent in a red scrawl taunting me…
That is something that isn’t really talked about to much. We are taught that dreams aren’t meant to be having. That if we stick to the course that was set out for us that we will achieve succcess. Who determines how success is defined for you. We have dissected everything down to its most literal sense and try to suppress any individuality.
My eyes are now focused on those that make their way in front of me. My reflection only matters in their eyes no longer my own. Only I can truly know who I am on the inside for I am bestowed that pleasure. My work and focus now is to help others see the lady I have become and maybe in time help others find their way.
But now here we are recognizing a man based on his athletic abilities and not who he is as a man. He is not a great leader. He isn’t even a man. You can’t even compare him to the animals he killed because these animals had more compassion in the skulls he crushed into the ground then in his little finger. But wait did you know he is even allowed to own a dog again. We even let this piece of garbarge pro-create. We are only human and we are not superior in any way. We keep preaching how we evolved but if evolving means having no compassion or common sense please throw me out to the wolves.
Suicide only truly hurts the living. At least for the one who saw it as their only way out. The suffering that they leave behind is now a noose around someboy’s else’s neck. Maybe it isn’t courageous to take that root. When you consider living in a World that can’t be satisfied no matter how selfless and hard you personally try. I am going to keep searching for a way to heal what I can.
The way we treat each other. I have experienced more bullying and more insults in my adult years then in any other time combined. This is what my child sees. This is what he is absorbing. The malicious intent of a few. Negativity breeds like wildfire and it infects our inner core.
“Mike it is hard to realize how a complete nothing, a zero like that, could kill a man like President Kennedy was.” -Jack Ruby Yes it takes some time to read the 650+ pages of “The Death of a President.” It’s like a part of you almost believes that if you read slowly you can…