I was brought into this world. By the hands of a doctor, through the steps of my mother. I was brought forth into this world. My mother walked, or rode to the hospital and from there, the doctor pulled me out of her vagina. I was brought into this world. This world, with its daily sun and nightly stars, can seem like a mystical vapor of air. Here today, gone tomorrow with no good thing to recall except every day life was lived. Among the crime, among the pains, among the arguments, among the hospital visits, among the sicknesses and ER visitations, among the heart attacks, strokes, brain clots, along with brain cancers and stomach blockages, along with fecal matter smeared onto your window panes, along with the thunders and rains and lightnings and fishing trips. Along with bi-weekly paychecks, with monthly purchases, with monthly bills that get paid, along with travelling, air fares and air seats and airports, along with cafes and restaurants, with undercooked foods and overcooked foods, along with tips and taxes, along with receipts and yearly disclosures, life is the same. Nothing really changes, nothing truly changes, nothing seems to change.. The only change I can truly see is the changing of days and weeks and months and years. The changing of clock batteries, the changing of lovers and romances, the changing of hands, either in bribes or in Justice, nothing really changes. The sun moves, the moon moves, the waters move the air moves but nothing really changes. It is all pretty the same regardless of what day of what week in whatever month in whichever year. Technology is introduced but so was another introduction in the last century. Luxuries increases but so does crime. Nothing really changes. Those who have reputation lose their reputation quicker than those who get into reputable places. So much drudgery to do what is right and so much work to lose it. Today you cannot even get fired for not doing your job. Today, you have to ask and beg to be let go of your reputable job that you cannot maintain. Today, you have to discover the tracks they left behind hoping you will find them so they might have a chance at living correctly, away from those reputable places away from having so much responsibility. And not even the Law will do such a favor for them. But even from their perspective, nothing changes. Corruption is corruption no matter how large or how small. Lies are lies no matter to whom you speak them. Bribery is bribery no matter how large or how small the sum is. It isn't a past memory of things gone that is held onto. It isn't any future, new thing, which is hoped for. Until Heaven and Earth pass away, all will be the same. Day after day, night after night. A new life brought into the world today, another life taken out of the world tonight. Either by the hands of doctors or by the hands of murderers, life and death, life and death with nothing too much of anything to be overly 'proud' of. The pride of Life, the pride of self, the pride which can lead many to their death or if not proud enough which causes the same. Annals and Annals of books.. Wisdom upon wisdom on shelves. Yet with so much wisdom floating around, Justice hides, Sincerity is deceptive, Truth is smeared, Courts are filled with cameras. While elderly ladies and men get fist beaten for their few monthly fixed income dollars, T.V blazes on with advertisements to the newest Hollywood movie. News shows every crime that has been large enough to show while all the others don't make air time. A man running around in New York with a hammer bashing in the heads of those who were unfortunate. It is out of some Hollywood Horror film. This life is like a Hollywood Horror Film with no payments to all the extras. And with the receiving of payments, you are an official member of the Film to which the Director can orchestra. The mad man behind the scenes calling 'cut'. People hearing the voices of unseen beings. People seeing unseen things. People calling onto unseen ones. A seance in the nights while the well to dos have their lamb dinner with thanksgiving. Down the way a child has gotten lost and is taken into the car of a seller of souls. The kid on the other block is sold some bad heroin, stepped on with acids and poisons. The person in London has the same acid thrown onto her face. The police in every City and Town wondering if they are doing their jobs right. People calling out discrimination while court papers get filled out and court fines get neglected. Bench Warrants being issued and soon forgotten, swept under the Court docs. Snack bars and sidewalk vendors buying meats and foods to sell the passerbys. Cows, pigs, chickens living in conditions unfit for any swamp living creature. These are all lives. The lives of humans, the lives of animals, the lives of parents, the lives of children. They are all lives. Those who have none are cried over yet they live as they want with no repercussions. They smoke their drug, inject their hopes, fall asleep in stranger's arms and homes. They gather and huddle and for a few minutes are lost until they realize they have nowhere to return to. They cry but not know for what they cry for. Their tears confuse them more than the heroin they inject. Police stroll by, people stroll by, the hopefuls stroll by.. Day after day after day... Like a timed clock work of events if seen in a surreal dream would be seen as predictable. The waves of the air even become predictable. Nuances, sleights, feignings, deliberations, fakes, reals, and even the reals are become fake. The worth of a real diamond is the same worth of a fake one. It means nothing. Nothing is worth anything anymore. Many find this sort of life fantasy.. As if it is not real.. And to them, it isn't and they are the Blessed ones. To many others, this is reality. This is the real. This is the today. There's only 1 ticket to buy to get into this world.. And it is called being in crime. The police turn more of a blind eye towards those who 'truly' need their assistance than to the ones who have many defenders. The poor have no lawyers they can call, they have no Judges they can dine with. The poor have none of the safety phone numbers that the well to dos have. A kid shot in the West 52nd district will be treated as road kill of Nebraska. Even when police are called, their notebooks are too filled with hopes of working on the Upper East Side. They go home to their wives and families while another family is scrounging for food in the local corner trash bin. It isn't seen very often unless you have lived in those places. And then there are those who are set in those places, trying to bring Light, trying to bring some form of revival for the better while those toting the guns say they do not want it. Drugs, needles, sex, booze bottles broken on streets and roads and sidewalks, birds, feces, urine, disease. Hospital visits, ER visits, calls to EMT, calls to Police. They all have nice smiles, nice clean skin. Nice clean fingernails, nice clean wallets to keep their credentials in. They even have nice jokes and nice speech. They don't smoke. They don't drink. They don't do much of anything the others seem to be doing. They don't even seem to have any worries of any cares in life. Black Lives Matter, All lives Matter, Portuguese Lives matter, Spanish Lives matter, Asian Lives Matter... Children Lives Matter. Parents lives matter, Seniors Lives Matter. What life doesn't matter? Rich Lives Matter, Poor Lives Matter. Homeless Lives Matter, Family Lives Matter. Police lives Matter, Victims' Lives Matter. Judges' Lives Matter, Jurors' Lives Matter. Which category can any human person fall into so that their Lives don't matter? Sometimes the best life to have in your life is the goldfish Elmo. You don't have to be responsible enough to discipline Elmo. He takes care of himself just fine. Keeping him fed is responsibility enough. The pet dog, the pet cat, when they stroll around the grounds, while they hear the ways humans survive, they are affected also. They howl at night, they cower in the corner. Any stranger they meet they are apprehensive towards. Sometimes they even bite the hand that feeds them. For some strange reason, they can turn on its owner in a minute. People pass on in hospital beds. People pass on in home beds. People are brought into this world and pass on. Life in the 21st Century is a bit different than life in the 12th or 2nd Century. The ones living in past centuries did not have to hear Ambulances, and police and Fire sirens going on throughout the day and night. They didn't have the promises of Justice, they didn't have the Constitutional Right for Liberty, Pursuit of Happiness and Justice. They didn't have these things. They had their homes, their families their lands. If they were lied to, at least they didn't have to put their hopes in false promises.
You seem to be in a near depression similar to the way that King Solomon had came to view life......... https://www.blueletterbible.org/kjv/ecc/1/1/s_660001 Ecclesiastes 1:3 "What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?" ........ I could recommend finding a cause worth dying for...... This may help you to understand what I searched for and found...... http://www.politicalforum.com/index.php?threads/darth-vader-azazel-zeus.516000/
Your life perspective has limited your ability to enjoy it. If you were to understand and embrace the fact that YOU get to decide what is important and where the focus is placed it is likely things would seem far more pleasant. One of the most important things I have ever learned completely revised how my life is experienced and may also help you: All disappointment is the direct result of your own expectations. Please take a moment, shut your eyes and think on that.
I do agree.. But if you re-read your post, you might notice something. You wrote: "our life perspective has limited your ability to enjoy it. If you were to understand and embrace the fact that YOU get to decide what is important and where the focus is placed it is likely things would seem far more pleasant. One of the most important things I have ever learned completely revised how my life is experienced and may also help you: All disappointment is the direct result of your own expectations." I am not overly concerned of how 'joyful' I, I, I, can be.... I am more concerned with how 'unjoyful' others can be, and not ONLY in a Free Country.
Your "thoughts" is creating something. I think you delivered your message across. I just hope that this is fictional. If ever you feel the same, just go online and find a person to speak with like online therapy. At first, I was skeptical and I refused the idea of chatting with a stranger. But you know, it changed my negative thoughts into good ones. Thinking positively from the moment you want til you retire at night will give you hope.
i agree that your thoughts are creative... Even expectations arise from thoughts. And expectations and hopes and plans are also a product of thoughts. However not all people have the luxury of following through on their thoughts and thought creations. I can think positive thoughts about my negative surrounding but unless the factual negative surrounding things change for the positive, my positive thoughts are only hopes and desires. if i live on skid row and have positive thoughts of getting out but the circumstances for me to do so is not there, my positive thoughts might not be very realistic. And my expectations that I will get out of skid row without having the means to do so might be wishful thinking. But yes.. thoughts are creative but actions are productions... Without the 'ability' or 'capability' to carry out any extensive physical actions, the productions usually fall through the cracks. And when this happens the person is faced between crossroads. IF you want to get out of the situation you are in, you must physically do your part. YES, that's true.. But try reasoning that idea with a senior citizen who may lack the physical and financial resources to carry anything out for any extensive period of time... Just imagine all the positive thinking and positive expectations seniors living in senior care homes must have. They daily positively think and daily positively expect that they will be treated with some decent human courtesy which never come to truth... So their thoughts are probably creating something but that something is not transpiring. I'm sorry to say this but the entire world is not chasing after rainbows and pots of gold.
Isn't it amazing that all the Post Titles with anti-Godly words are the ones with the most views and replies?
and also keep in mind that King Solomon most likely wrote Ecclesiastes later on in his life, more in his elderly years more so than his younger years.
because of what King Solomon says regarding enjoying as well. Ecclesiastes 12:1-4 "Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; 2While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain: 3In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened, 4And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;" Remember thy Creator while still young, when your days are never seen as 'evil' because of the joys you have.. when old age is too far off to even think about, and when you say, ' I don't want to be old'. When the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are still visible with your healthy eyes, when you can await for the storms to pass. In the days when the keepers of the house are fearful and never want to stay in. Before the days when all you might see are others looking out of the windows with the doors shut and when the ears have become 'muted' and when you can use your youth and vitality to rise with the early morning bird and when the daughters who make merry can still be brought under correction.. So yes.. Enjoy your youth but remember: Ecclesiastes 12:13 "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man. 14For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil." That is why 'joy' is a Gift from God.. Because when one is too elderly to have many 'joys', what a passing of joys life would have been.. And those who wait upon The LORD shall: Isaiah 40:31 " But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint." Psalm 92:12-14 "The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 13Those that be planted in the house of the LORD shall flourish in the courts of our God. 14They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing;" I mean truly think about this.... What sorts of 'pleasures' can anyone have that they are so unwilling to grow out of with maturity so as if to 'cling' onto those things which helps them to feel 'young'? This in itself, is a lie. I cannot be 70 and still 'live' life as a 20 year old.. I would be lying to my own 'body'. (As far as Partying is concerned)....
