Sometimes the world just weighs on me
The contrived rituals
The idiotic fallacies
The charades we play
And the characters we portray
It weighs so heavy on my heart
All the pretenses
The myriad of facades staring back at you
All around
Wherever you look
Even when you're just looking in the mirror
I wish we could all just be stripped back down
To our innocence
To our whole real beings
To our raw true selves
But that requires a level of truth
We are all so far removed from
In our daily lives
It would probably be like traveling to a completely foreign place all alone
With no knowledge of the language, customs or terrain
With no currency on hand to make your way with ease
And no one to guide you
Terrifying thought to most people
For good reason
What can you depend on?
When you can't depend on your defenses, manipulation, prestige, attributes and wealth
When the walls you've built that create who you are are no longer valid
Who are you when you strip it all away?
Can you even say?
Do you even know?
I am compelled to write. It helps me digest and interpret my ruminations. Here I present them in complete truth.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Broken Inside
there are so many people walking around this planet broken inside
And some if not most are so frayed that they simply can not function in society
I'm talking about people that have been hurt so drastically
And/or are so sensitive to the pains of the world
And suffer so intensely
As to become a harm to themselves and/or others
Some lash out by hurting others purposely
Some with anger/hatred
Some with a strong need to control people/things around them
Because of the deep lack of control they feel inside
Some have self destructive tendencies
And some simply self destruct
Society functions to almost foster this behavior
With its push for greed, anonymity and a comfort seeking, self-serving lifestyle
As communal animals who depend primarily on relationships for our happiness
And well being
Modern society allots very little time and energy towards deep, meaningful relationships
Yet without them we can not thrive
Or even subsist
Superficially perhaps
But not in a meaningful way
So when I look at myself in the mirror
And see the pain endured
I am grateful for the strength that has come up to almost equal measure to it
At almost every turn
I can't tell you exactly where it comes from
It's not that I have called upon God at every one of those turns
But it is a strength that while it does emanate from deep inside
Is so much more than me
(If that even makes sense)
It's like I draw it from a reservoir deep inside
That connects to an endless stream
And I don't even realize it's there until I need it
And it springs forth
When I've seemed to most need it
Not always
But mostly (thank God)
Can I say why this isn't for most
No. I wish I could.
Do I consider myself lucky or privileged?
No. I've never until now actually articulated it
And at this moment all I can feel is grateful
And sad.
Sad that others suffer so much
Have suffered
Are suffering
Are dying
Not so much in the sense that we all die
But in the sense that it literally kills
Kills their cells
Kills their heart
Kills their soul
We all have so much need
Of affection
Of kindness and compassion
Of understanding and love
And until society works in such a way to foster that
To build upon that
To help us lay the foundation of that for our entire lives
And support us
Help each other support each other
Then it seems many of us will keep dying
Fruitlessly
If not by our own hands
Or the hands of those fractured so much by unending pain
Then by the dispationate, inhumane systems society has us shackled to
The ones for which we are but nameless faceless cogs
To be churned through to maintain the status quo
Or benefit those in power
I really don't know why
I see the way it is
And the way it could be
And I don't quite understand how it's all gone so wrong
On a one by one basis
Most people are lovely
I can see the human struggle and the heart endeavoring
To be true
I'm not sure what it will take
Whatever it is though
I hope it starts with if not love
Compassion for one and all
And some if not most are so frayed that they simply can not function in society
I'm talking about people that have been hurt so drastically
And/or are so sensitive to the pains of the world
And suffer so intensely
As to become a harm to themselves and/or others
Some lash out by hurting others purposely
Some with anger/hatred
Some with a strong need to control people/things around them
Because of the deep lack of control they feel inside
Some have self destructive tendencies
And some simply self destruct
Society functions to almost foster this behavior
With its push for greed, anonymity and a comfort seeking, self-serving lifestyle
As communal animals who depend primarily on relationships for our happiness
And well being
Modern society allots very little time and energy towards deep, meaningful relationships
Yet without them we can not thrive
Or even subsist
Superficially perhaps
But not in a meaningful way
So when I look at myself in the mirror
And see the pain endured
I am grateful for the strength that has come up to almost equal measure to it
At almost every turn
I can't tell you exactly where it comes from
It's not that I have called upon God at every one of those turns
But it is a strength that while it does emanate from deep inside
Is so much more than me
(If that even makes sense)
It's like I draw it from a reservoir deep inside
That connects to an endless stream
And I don't even realize it's there until I need it
And it springs forth
When I've seemed to most need it
Not always
But mostly (thank God)
Can I say why this isn't for most
No. I wish I could.
Do I consider myself lucky or privileged?
No. I've never until now actually articulated it
And at this moment all I can feel is grateful
And sad.
Sad that others suffer so much
Have suffered
Are suffering
Are dying
Not so much in the sense that we all die
But in the sense that it literally kills
Kills their cells
Kills their heart
Kills their soul
We all have so much need
Of affection
Of kindness and compassion
Of understanding and love
And until society works in such a way to foster that
To build upon that
To help us lay the foundation of that for our entire lives
And support us
Help each other support each other
Then it seems many of us will keep dying
Fruitlessly
If not by our own hands
Or the hands of those fractured so much by unending pain
Then by the dispationate, inhumane systems society has us shackled to
The ones for which we are but nameless faceless cogs
To be churned through to maintain the status quo
Or benefit those in power
I really don't know why
I see the way it is
And the way it could be
And I don't quite understand how it's all gone so wrong
On a one by one basis
Most people are lovely
I can see the human struggle and the heart endeavoring
To be true
I'm not sure what it will take
Whatever it is though
I hope it starts with if not love
Compassion for one and all
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