What makes something profound in our lives? How does it become that way? Why do those things affect us the way they do... Is it faith? (I don't know what that means but ill get there...) I mean, if you believe in something or someone, and it changes you, is it something you don't have control over and that's why it has such an impact? You simply take it as truth and fact... You take it as real, it " changes your life"...Why? Can you control it? Avoid it? Is who we are, our destiny? Or are we in charge... Ok, ok, lame... Destiny? Sorry...
Why do people hurt themselves? Why do some people laugh when some one else gets hurt??? Why do we ignore others in need? Why do some people leave the scene of an accident? Run away instead of help? If they would have chosen different, things may have impacted their lives for better...Oh, well or for worse, I guess. How ever you want to look at it! What is it that "guides?" us through life? Are we so unsuspecting and that's why things have impact on us? Shit I dunno... What am I talking about? Try again...
If you are in control of your life and it goes the way you want it, with hard work and diligence, you succeed.. What makes what you have done profound? Save the world? Help the children? Free the oppressed? And even then does that do anything for you... And do I want to save the world? Fuck no... People have to suffer for there to be people who succeed... Wait. Do I believe that horse shit? No! Well, not really... If I did I would have to believe in "good" and "evil"... Heaven and hell... God and the devil... But I think that they might be all the same thing...
Example, its someone's birthday, a close friend of yours... You go shopping, all day to find just the right thing... You buy it, they receive it, love it and everything is bliss... Why do I see the other side of that coin... The gift they love was made in a small town in another country... The factory there, pumps deadly crap into the water, everyone is little weird because of it... The people that ship said gift out of the country also deal in some other nasty shit... Stuff people get killed over... Now that it is here in this country our government has their sticky fingers on it and is part of the corruption and scandal... You spend all day driving around wasting gas (more corruption and killing the environmental, more death), finally wrapping it in some nice paper which ends up in the trash, polluting the earth some more... All so that some ones child feels special on their birthday... Is all that murder, death, scandal and cover ups worth it? Enjoy your gift important one...
But that's the part of life which impacts me most... Without these undesirable facts of life... We wouldn't have the things we do now... The things we expect... Enjoy... With out some one else feeling the bite..Is it our understanding that we have things better because of how we have worked so hard to get here or we deserve it? How many people have died for me to have the things I do now... Weird I know..Sorry.. I digress..
Back to point, if I ever had one... Is it our resolute faith in our system, our lifestyle, that makes all the evil okay? Lets nothing really affect us? Have any real impact? Life goes on, people die, things change? Life is always expected to get better... Why? Because we change it? Change ourselves? Put the will for life and longevity first and foremost? Work our way to the top, get everything we could want and need, leave something for our kids and have faith? Faith in what?I dunno... What do you believe in.. Why is it so profound in your life?
See... Its not.. Its a fact of life.. We are the way we are... In part because of where we were born, how we grew up and what we choose to do... Here in this country we are Americans, yes an ugly word but American none the less... And we have the things we do because we fought for it, and were told we deserved it... So none of the bad shit worries us... We don't even know that we don't care about it, because its not in our lives...
Sunday, October 01, 2006
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