“I was in an apartment but I had my 2000 dollar theater system and and every bluRay movie that has come out so far, and I lost it all.”
“I lost my home, all the personalizing Ikea furniture and both monster cars.”
“I was living in the same house my grandfather built and got to see my child take his first steps in but now it’s destroyed.”
What about those opportunist insects who stayed around to crawl through the shattered shop windows to steal big screen TV’s and other various big budget electronics? If held captive under the spotlight of justice, would they attempt to justify their actions? Would they maintain that during those extreme conditions, they were left no choice but to take from what was left to compensate for what they no longer had? Would they cry pardon for desperation?
What of Christianity? Half of a whole beleive and thrive within the culture and positivity that it’s nature becomes the catalyst for. The other half were born into believing and go through the motions of beleiving and even talk about the importance of delving beyong mere motions but they don’t beleive. In their heart of hearts, they only continue their facade because their brains can’t fathom a way to cope with existence without it. Those poor and timid souls are left unhappy, but worst of all, unhappy without realizing it and without realizing how little they know themselves.
How well do you know yourself?
What if the story of the Tower of Babel was real? For some reason a rowdy bunch of men with too much time on their hands decided they wanted to do something. One of them pipes up about something that was pretty important to all of them at the time- The Almighty, the one who had everything under control from their crops to making sure their sons and daughters didn’t die of some ancient disease that we probably have a cure for now. One of them pipes up that they should make a means to communicate better with this Almighty. “Let’s built a tower that will take us to him!” They build a tower. They advertise the construction. They use the most advanced ideas of their time to draft up the most logical blueprints. Their wives and children bring them breakfast and lunch and dinner in handwoven baskets. Then one day, the Almighty says “I don’t like this. I’m going to disrupt their plans.” What if instead of changing spoken word, he disrupted their priorities?
Day One. The tower is debatably twenty seven percent finished. Inth looks up at the sky, looks at how far away the clouds hover and the moon and sun beyond that still, and realizes the futility of their endeavor and upon deciding the whole thing rather silly goes home to live a happy life with his family. Eckgt wants to build an extension to his own house but is without the materials necessary to do it, so after everyone goes home, he quietly undoes the progress of the day and moves it to his own spot of land. Shwikt is still dedicated to the tower as it gives his life meaning, but he ends up spending his days arguing with his compatriots as to whether or not they should expand the base of the tower for so great an architectural feat. Most of the men just go home and find more common jobs to feed the mouths of their families, and on the weekends they’ll crack open a few too many beers, and on the weekend they’ll crack away their disatisfaction with themselves.
What about our priorities? Traveling around as much as I did at a young age, I realized how fragile the word “cool” was. Whereas, one set of children have successfuly been made to understand the importance of hard work, another group would be obsessed with their reputation, with pleasures through negative outside stimulation- drugs, tween sex, angry impulsive fighting, etc. Neither the worlds recognize the ability of the other to comprehend what it means to be alive in the other. Surely, it is impossible for the sheltered to relate to the suffering and the motives for prior actions of the unsheltered. Surely, according to the sheltered, ignorance is a choice in today’s world of constant communication. What if you knew all the worlds? Would those in the ignorant worlds shut you away because you were exposed to the more educated, more hopeful ones? Would they show you their hurricane scars and use that as explainantion for everything?
What about mental depth perception? They say whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I disagree. Pain doesn’t make you stronger. It forces you to cope and sometimes people cope in unhealthy ways. Responsibility makes you stronger. Leaving the nest makes you stronger. Soul searching makes you strong, if you’re actually intending to find yourself. Growing pain is sometimes necessary, and the physical discomfort that comes from breaking out of one’s tiny mental box is referred to pain but that’s not really it either. We try to make sense of our worlds and if we convince ourselves that the bad times, the hurricanes, were necessary but they weren’t. People don’t deserved to be punished randomly anymore than they deserve for the world to hand them happiness on a golden platter.
All this being said, what would progress look like? Must we somehow destroy the popularity of ignorance? Must we try to instill in children the importance of thinking in at least three dimensions, that relationships do not merely revolve around sex, that careers are more stable than jobs, that trying to be gangster and tough if foolish, that to not attend secondary education is the worst thing anyone could do to their future, that if they end up flipping pancakes or pushing grocery carts for a living at age fifty they have failed themselves and the world, that if they don’t find themselves in a niche that would contribute to society or be supportive of others or at least create something with their own hands by the time they’re on their death bed their lives will have amounted to meaningless waste and they will have been too lame to ever even be remembered for how lame they chose to be? Too harsh? Well then answer me, how many people are motivated towards beauty? Towards Progress? Who facilitates progress?
We are not all technical experts but we can all do something great by making the right choices.
What if a part of being alive means deciding one’s own priorities? What if having your morals and priorities decided for you by the group detracts from being alive? What if progress means saying “Here’s a push, these are the options and these are the most probable consequences.” Why is it important for children to be popular among each other? We live in a world where those children never grow up and their thought processes are never encouraged to develop and we end up with a world that is falling under.
People are protesting the wrong things in the streets believing false facts and for the wrong motivations. China has our economy in a stranglehold. Children are only worried about rabbit games because that’s all they ever hear about in movies and telivision and music. A sexual partner is the end all be all of life, so pursue that and you’ll find happiness. Humans turn into monkeys and gang rape a girl at a high school dance. A man with a machete pursues his american dream to maul a seventeen year old girl. America goes to war to fight ideas and spread democracy, if there is an idea we should be fighting, it’s the idea of regressing to Barbarism. of living solely for semi dimensional pleasure.
Is this what Thomas Jefferson envisioned?
I hope not.
It’s too much drama.
Turn off your TV and go play with your children.
These flowers need love.
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