Questions
A goal is not always meant to be reached, it often serves simply as something to aim at.
What is the heart of being a good person?
Does it entail having others like you? Does it require you to be well known and well respected? Trusted and depended upon? Admired? Envied?
Does it require you to be happy? Can you be both? Can you be neither?
I read somewhere, that the true test of a man's character is how he treats those who are lesser than himself.
Does a good person never get frustrated with others? Is their patience unlimited. Does duty and speed never alter their relations?
If I were to strive to be a better man, which path should I look to first? I've done my best to hone my mental talents. I've eased my spiritual dissonance. I continue to better the state of my body.
Why then, do I so very often find myself alone in a crowd, or alone at all. Why do I not feel as though I have any of the things I mentioned above. Why do I feel as though I must become so much better to be a good person? Is it in vain that I always want to better myself?
Will I remain the outcast, the rebel, the brigand, the zealot. Or will I fly away safely, into the sky, on my manta ray.
I often wonder, if I'll ever truly be happy as I am. I often wonder, if others are ever truly happy with what I am. And I often wonder...which of the two matters more.
Sometimes pondering leads me to conclude apathy is the road to my salvation, but I ultimately conclude that would be the path to my dimise. Stagnation is its end, and my life cannot support such a vile existance. One must grow, and learn, and shape every day. One must become better, through pain, and loss, and suffering, and failure. One must learn. I must learn. I must become better.
I must stop being so distant. But...how to fit in. How to not push others away. How not to distance from those....
If anger becomes to frequent a result of the problems in one's life...but its anger? Or distress. Fear. Anxiety. loneliness.
Will I rise? Or be destroyed.
Will I meet someone, or be alone. Will i continue to be disapointed with others; forced to remain polite, but distant. Will I become better than i am. Will I be able to live up the ideal I set for myself.
Do the drunk ramblings of a solitary soul matter this late into the night.
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
What is the heart of being a good person?
Does it entail having others like you? Does it require you to be well known and well respected? Trusted and depended upon? Admired? Envied?
Does it require you to be happy? Can you be both? Can you be neither?
I read somewhere, that the true test of a man's character is how he treats those who are lesser than himself.
Does a good person never get frustrated with others? Is their patience unlimited. Does duty and speed never alter their relations?
If I were to strive to be a better man, which path should I look to first? I've done my best to hone my mental talents. I've eased my spiritual dissonance. I continue to better the state of my body.
Why then, do I so very often find myself alone in a crowd, or alone at all. Why do I not feel as though I have any of the things I mentioned above. Why do I feel as though I must become so much better to be a good person? Is it in vain that I always want to better myself?
Will I remain the outcast, the rebel, the brigand, the zealot. Or will I fly away safely, into the sky, on my manta ray.
I often wonder, if I'll ever truly be happy as I am. I often wonder, if others are ever truly happy with what I am. And I often wonder...which of the two matters more.
Sometimes pondering leads me to conclude apathy is the road to my salvation, but I ultimately conclude that would be the path to my dimise. Stagnation is its end, and my life cannot support such a vile existance. One must grow, and learn, and shape every day. One must become better, through pain, and loss, and suffering, and failure. One must learn. I must learn. I must become better.
I must stop being so distant. But...how to fit in. How to not push others away. How not to distance from those....
If anger becomes to frequent a result of the problems in one's life...but its anger? Or distress. Fear. Anxiety. loneliness.
Will I rise? Or be destroyed.
Will I meet someone, or be alone. Will i continue to be disapointed with others; forced to remain polite, but distant. Will I become better than i am. Will I be able to live up the ideal I set for myself.
Do the drunk ramblings of a solitary soul matter this late into the night.
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson