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Hello again, ugly little World.
Can someone please remind me, what the point is?
A while ago, Spence said "To give someone upstairs a good laugh." What a greedy git though, for wanting all this laughter, and then some.
So what is the point, pray tell me?
To bury your head in the sand and 'get by'? I'm sorry, but I fail to see the appeal of that!
whitepuppet made a comment a couple of days ago, about humans not using their full potential. He may have been referring to certain aspects of human potential, but I think I know what he meant. My perspective tells me that if humans used (and not misused) the gift of their brains, nothing could possibly go wrong. There wouldn't be any hurt or misunderstanding. There would be no cruelty, no insensitivity. That we would get by, only we wouldn't have to bury our heads in the sand - on the contrary we'd hold them up high, in pride and in joy.. In harmony, and in synch.
I am beginning to believe that I am in the wrong place. Perhaps at the wrong time too. A place where it is so much easier for people to call you names, than it is for them to understand where you're coming from. A place where it is far more convenient to pass judgements than it is to maximise communication with those around you. A place where shoving the dirt under the carpet and pretending it is not there is far more achievable than facing reality and dealing with it. A place where belittling emotions and experiences is far more effective than showing some consideration. A place where hypocricy is the norm, honesty is a rarity and courage is almost non-existent.
I suppose I could say that I wish I were born at a different time, or that I now live in a different place. But no. Today is the day where I wish I could go back in time 26 years. Just enough in time to return to not being. It was a far more comfortable place over there. Today, I think of all the things that happened in my life, and wonder when it will all end - when that greedy someone upstairs will decide to give it a rest.
Every time I stumbled, I hoped that it would be the last, yet I've lost track of when that first hope was. Probably 23 years ago.. Or thereabouts. My patience has been pushed to its limits, and I have now lost that hope.
I have had enough.
Can someone please remind me, what the point is?
A while ago, Spence said "To give someone upstairs a good laugh." What a greedy git though, for wanting all this laughter, and then some.
So what is the point, pray tell me?
To bury your head in the sand and 'get by'? I'm sorry, but I fail to see the appeal of that!
whitepuppet made a comment a couple of days ago, about humans not using their full potential. He may have been referring to certain aspects of human potential, but I think I know what he meant. My perspective tells me that if humans used (and not misused) the gift of their brains, nothing could possibly go wrong. There wouldn't be any hurt or misunderstanding. There would be no cruelty, no insensitivity. That we would get by, only we wouldn't have to bury our heads in the sand - on the contrary we'd hold them up high, in pride and in joy.. In harmony, and in synch.
I am beginning to believe that I am in the wrong place. Perhaps at the wrong time too. A place where it is so much easier for people to call you names, than it is for them to understand where you're coming from. A place where it is far more convenient to pass judgements than it is to maximise communication with those around you. A place where shoving the dirt under the carpet and pretending it is not there is far more achievable than facing reality and dealing with it. A place where belittling emotions and experiences is far more effective than showing some consideration. A place where hypocricy is the norm, honesty is a rarity and courage is almost non-existent.
I suppose I could say that I wish I were born at a different time, or that I now live in a different place. But no. Today is the day where I wish I could go back in time 26 years. Just enough in time to return to not being. It was a far more comfortable place over there. Today, I think of all the things that happened in my life, and wonder when it will all end - when that greedy someone upstairs will decide to give it a rest.
Every time I stumbled, I hoped that it would be the last, yet I've lost track of when that first hope was. Probably 23 years ago.. Or thereabouts. My patience has been pushed to its limits, and I have now lost that hope.
I have had enough.