When we see our world filled with anxiety, hate, rebellion know that love has left and kindness disappeared. We need to bring back love and kindness not fill it it with more hate for the haters and the evil doers. We need to turn the land back to face the warmth of love and acceptance. Fighting for peace will only bring more war. More have been killed and tortured in the name of religion and righteousness than true love.
There is a wilderness out there beyond those walls but stories of monsters that rip you apart keep us safely within those walls. Ever so often we hear of missing villagers who fell prey to the seductive calls of the dark never to return again. They are the ones to chip a hole in those high walls that enclose us.
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Is Time the result of the distance between point A and B, the by-product of the distance traveled? Or is Time the memory of an event, a marker of what was, is and will be? So when we say I’m running out of time, what is it the distance or the memory?
We can start by taking a deep breath in and living every moment in gratitude and love, they don’t cost money. We all have 24 hours in a day but there is no guarantee that we will live to see it through so let’s live every moment knowing that the next one might not come. Not by jumping off a cliff, you can if you want to but that would be in the step to ensuring that it is indeed our last moment, but by letting, the ones closest to us know how much we love them and appreciate them.
Lastly but most importantly to look into the mirror and tell ourselves how much we love ourselves, how thankful we are for the gift of life and the journey we have been on and make a promise to ourselves to live to our fullest forever more.
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Which begs the question how much have we lost in our attempt to be relevant, and error-free? It always upsets my sensibilities when I discover a group of intelligent well-meaning individuals who take upon themselves to decide what the masses should or should not to be told. This sort of authoritarian dictatorship is exactly what has driven people away from the true teachings of Christ; truth, love, and acceptance. It breeds suspicion and is a fertile ground for conspiracy theories.
Everything has its place and being able to see that without judgment and the God complex to change it is sorely needed. The world is saturated with people who think they know the truth and the right way, whatever that means! Life is a journey and we are all pilgrims, none of our destinations are the same then why do we insist on putting up signposts and guides? What is needed is to celebrate our individual journeys, a campfire where we all convene for a while before we head off on our separate ways, where we can meet, wives and husbands, lovers and friends, brothers and sisters, to tell our stories and encourage each other.
The necrosis of one’s soul by pride lies in its ability to camouflage itself in the quest for truth, greatness, purpose, and knowledge. How should one be wary of the mutation of healthy self-respect into pride? Or be mindful of the subtle morphing of one’s confidence in one’s intellect into arrogance?
do I delve deep into where the universe beckons me? That dark and mysterious place where sense and senselessness dance the unholy dance of existence? After all we exist in that sliver of space between madness and sanity, a fact very familiar to all creative types.