Notes: Stray, Senseless Contemplations On Life's Essentiality
___Is the world a terrible place, or an incredible place? I'm rather confident most would agree that it achieves both. I've been reading a rather significant book lately, and it's stated numerous times in the parts I've read that people are renowned for heinous actions and selfish foci in their lives. We have a history of worshiping ourselves that poisons our very foundations. We are sickly, in our lives, and need help being saved from the disasters we're weaving.
___But, is the world a terrible place, or an incredible one? As I look at what is proven to be what we're doing, we are incredibly cruel, and incredibly considerate as well. We think of each other freely and bless one another with our thoughts and prayers, our company and advocacy for adventures in one another's company. We consider the needs of our neighbor, and the desires of our own bodies. There is something to the test of our lives that we cannot win at avoiding cruelty having been in part of the way we led to our current station. Somewhere in the path to our life, someone mistreated something, and something else was taken for granted.
___Everythign is bound to the notions of peace and terror being harmonious in the achievement of the world we know. For all the acts of cruelty as we disdain, we commit more ourselves. Sometimes it's something small, well enough it's something impactful. Perhaps we've simply grown unaware of our behavior and manner of acting, and defaulted to something bent in our self-interest. Perhaps we leaned too far away from thoughtfulness, and acted on indignant gaudiness of attitude.
___There are ways to consider life as meaningful for whatever it holds. There is such that: even were the world filled only of cruelty, as perceptible in the right moments, there would be something to appreciate in those who indulge selfish desire and bend themselves to the worship of what they believe in for purposes of personal gain. There is something to love in the nature of life, regardless of whether it is fair or unfair, sickly, kind or distraught.
___The nature of kindness existing in life is proven in the way that we end up with the virtues of love in our lives. Was everything forged of love, though? The way things were arranged for and provided, was it not founded on principles of selfish gain and personal interest? Does it matter? We have a hamburger, we have a shirt and we have a television set. They're each provided for a price, we can achieve one if we wish and make our way into understanding what we love of these gifts. Does it matter how these gifts were provided or on what terms they were offered to us? We can love them when we've received them in any case...
___So is the world a terrible place, or an incredible place? If the voices in my mind are to be believed, there is something terrible living inside of everything in the world. A spirit of wickedness and wrongfulness as seeks to eat us all alive and make us into a homogony where our roots all dwell in a place of wretchedness and self-centeredness. The world is filled with wrongs, and with fear of perceiving those wrongs, that keeps it in balance.
___People can choose to do and to be horrible things, as long as they don't see themselves as horrible things at the end of the day, they have no reason to fear their place and position as influencing the world around them. Selfish eyes can always see the justification within the self for any deed it commits. There is nothing to fear in being terrible but for seeing oneself as terrible, as so it goes. The notion of the psyche may interject against posign oneself as a monster, but if convinced it is a fair way to act... things change.
___The world is an incredible place, overflowing with gifts of kindness and joy. Everywhere you turn are there creations and products, whether of nature or of hands of the thinking folk of the world. The volume of products and tools is a sign of creativity and ingenuity as fits to make the world look inspiring and full of vitality. There are so many little things, trinkets, cds, devices... things that never had to be real, and yet they are, and they present themselves before us as tangible proof of the incredible liberty of life.
___We are all living in a giant spiral of original thoughts and exciting advents in the greatness of the worlds. From tangible to digital, energy to machinery, there is so much around us living in examples of what genius can do to soften the harshness of life. The world is a budding, blooming splendor of works that prove that things can be made with love and offered freely as to gifts unto others. There is nothing but the hope in the world as for what it designs will do to better life.
___Is the world terrible, or incredible?
___It's objectively fair to claim that sickliness lives in the ways of men. We have our hearts bent and aim at them as to break each other. There is an amassed volume of selfish inner focus and personal greed. All things are known to be fair only when everything balances so that all hands get a share, but so gladly would most reach to take a greater portion for themselves. Even would they reach to take the whole thing, and divy it by their own conception of fairness and demand tribute for a portion of the thing they have given. They would not be fair, they would be greedy.
___It's subjective to think on an answer in the easiest form, for personal takes and opinions would think to claim all things in their sight immediately, and by subjection we would see exactly what we see the moment we look; at least, presumably. The nature of having thoughts and impressions of things would fit fairly in the eyes of what belongs.
___There was once a study of how people handled responsibility over the welfare of others, and in the power they were given did they choose to abuse those of lesser stature and treat them to the coldness of their hearts as best they could conjure it. They beat and abuse those who could not defend themselves, tormenting and accusing them freely while being glad to harass and bully former equals the second they were tiered lower than as being comrades, rather to being subjects or prisoners.
___The truth of life is such that the world is not fair nor fit. The taste of agony can be found in the air as people struggle and suffer senselessly over what would seem to be the littlest of things. I myself am often tormented by my mind over mundane details, fits of paranoia and undisciplined madness strike me regularly, and I find myself trapped in a place of concern and fear, where terrible feelings are about the only things that remain available to the senses. But, I am not the whole world, and the way I perceive things is not everyone's way.
___So, I ask, is the world terrible, or is it incredible?