When “life” is clearly on display, why do we (I) fight so hard to see around it, through it, to what I want it to be, as opposed to clearly seeing it for what it is?
Here it is. It’s the gray sky and freezing air of today’s snowfall. It’s the pain in my lower back. It’s the sadnesses of years, the happiness of decades. It’s the hope for tomorrow. It’s the reality of death, the certainty of now, the doubt of a tomorrow, the loss of then. It’s ladybugs humping on a leaf.
It just is. This is it. It’s evil mixed with good, pleasure mixed with pain, beauty and blight, sunrises and hurricanes. It’s all right here, in front of us (me), yet we (I) need to deny it the privilege of being what it is.
Someone will win an award. Someone will be shot in the left shin. Someone will feel love and tell all her friends, someone will wake to another depressing day of nothing. Far, far away, a rock will tumble from atop a mountain noone will ever know, and it will rest on the floor of an unseen planet, remaining there for eons. And a ladybug will give birth, while an ostrich dies. The game of life, the theater of that which is, in the only form it knows, and still, I (we) demand that it must conform to me (us). It must conform to my standards and meet my expectations. Wow.
It’s the only true reality. Yet we (I) insist it be something else – it must be what we (I) need it to be, because we (I) just don’t like it.
What will my attempts at manipulation garner? What will my screams and anger achieve? What will raging and frothing accomplish? What will I change? The laws of life are set. “This is it kids, here it is, like it or not!” cries the ringmaster as the elephant goes berserk and crushes the clowns, while high above the acrobat spins above his safety net. This is it. I (we) control so little. Such little control, and so much insistence, such haughty demands that things just had better start working out the way we (I) want them to. Chuckle.
Well hells bells. Ain’t that just tough shit? I better get over my neediness, because life is just gonna keep on going, with or without me, like it or not.
Sigh.
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I was thinking today, most movies/books have a villain. Who would we be without our darkness? Would I be someone else? I think our perspective is limited by our memories. Would the good be good without the bad? Idk just random questions I ask myself. Have you read The Giver?
Hmmm. . . Good question. I suppose we wouldn’t be who we are today if the darkness was missing. The good without the bad would be all there is, making it pretty dull. The balance of good and evil is what shapes us, allows us to make decisions. One without the other would be . . . yeah, just kind of non-functional. No, I haven’t read The Giver. Good book? What’s it about?
The book is about a perfect society that pins the memory of pain to one person(the giver). The giver is approaching death so he is found a successor. The kid(successor) is supposed to receive all the pain no one else wants. If I post a page every week and delete as I go, do you think I would get in trouble? Would anyone even want to read it? What do you think?
Sounds a bit like the story of Jesus bearing the weight of all mankind’s sins upon the cross.
I’d read a few pages here to see if I liked it, but I don’t know what the administrator would do if you post a page a day here. Try it and see. If your posts go bye bye, then you’ll know!
Just Googled The Giver. Damn, that sounds bizarre.
Haha, not a day a week. Interesting right?
Bit disturbing how many pics of nature are of creatures shagging.
Welp, as far as what screams and anger can achieve, having a good scream can make someone feel better at least, getting it out of the system.
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Just random thoughts. Thank you.