The Whole Shibang
And that's it, ladies and gentlemen, the nail has just been hit on the head. Wake up and see what the lives of human civilization have come to! One person in this world is worth their hundred years and should be granted the opportunity to do with them what they wish. The rules and regulations that govern this great thing we call civilization has done the very thing we wish to avoid. Give us the overwhelming capacity to waste time. Do you or I really believe that the purpose of John Doe's life was to operate a garbage truck? Or that Sally Sue only wanted to ever be a seamstress?
Ok so this issue of living may have much more to it. Charity, honor, faith, love, gratitude, these are all qualities that we have named for the deeds we do for those who we care for. The lives of the people we touch everyday, could that be what makes us worth something? That we interact and make choices that can not only affect us, but those two hundred years ahead of us? Could it be that John Doe works the garbage truck because on that one rainy afternoon he will upturn a garbage can on Twenty Second and Broad to find a sleeping child within? That he will then find it in his heart to take this child in and raise it as his own? This one act of compassion for his fellow man, will that be enough set him apart from everyone else on this Earth?
The thing is, for his decision to carry any weight to death's gate, there has to be something else. Something greater than you and me that has an understanding of right and wrong as we know it and would make the decision that his act towards that kid will be worth it. That it is all part of some great plan because two hundred years later, the child of that kid in the garbage will be the next great Einstein or Leonardo. I don't have the answers and I don't know if anyone truly does. And so we go about our lives, thinking every minute something will happen. Something greater than ourselves to make this entire thing called living mean something. I'm still waiting, are you?
Ok so this issue of living may have much more to it. Charity, honor, faith, love, gratitude, these are all qualities that we have named for the deeds we do for those who we care for. The lives of the people we touch everyday, could that be what makes us worth something? That we interact and make choices that can not only affect us, but those two hundred years ahead of us? Could it be that John Doe works the garbage truck because on that one rainy afternoon he will upturn a garbage can on Twenty Second and Broad to find a sleeping child within? That he will then find it in his heart to take this child in and raise it as his own? This one act of compassion for his fellow man, will that be enough set him apart from everyone else on this Earth?
The thing is, for his decision to carry any weight to death's gate, there has to be something else. Something greater than you and me that has an understanding of right and wrong as we know it and would make the decision that his act towards that kid will be worth it. That it is all part of some great plan because two hundred years later, the child of that kid in the garbage will be the next great Einstein or Leonardo. I don't have the answers and I don't know if anyone truly does. And so we go about our lives, thinking every minute something will happen. Something greater than ourselves to make this entire thing called living mean something. I'm still waiting, are you?