Only in my most cynical times when I feel there is nothing left but disparity is when my philosophical ideas become paramount. Though at times I’m blinded by the movements of the now and bombs dropped all too literally on the world, I still try to believe in the positives of humanity. Recently I made a visit to my wonderland only to find it had been torn down so the rich can dock their yachts. Being resilient is an amazing human attribute that is not possessed by all. I am proud to be elastic. A paper-cut for example is short-lived but plagues you for just long enough to steal seconds of your life. But when I lost my faith in humanity this was like a fatal car crash, recovery was not an option. And this movement towards “the greater good” was a piece of myself that died, my belief in mankind.
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.”
It might take a fool to argue with Ghandi, but I have my reasons. Let’s put things on a smaller scale because we as humans are not the ocean we assume to be. If a dirty greasy bug falls in my bowl of soup doesn’t it taint the whole bowl? I see the irony that the ocean is used to exacerbate the pompous attitudes that humans see themselves and for myself to make it comparable to a bowl of soup and a bug shows my contempt. In other words there is still the desire to turn back the hands of time so I could squash that bug before it ever landed near me. But I know that time is merciless. No matter who you are it always moves forward. So it may only be one man, one dirty greasy man who needs some silly boat dock, but for every one man with enough money there will be a flock of followers needing to be led. This chain has no ending just sad links that are added daily. Is it not growing because of one reason alone? The almighty dollar? Is it not money that has shaped civilization? Granted some of the richest men in the world may have been extracted from the wombs of a beggar, why were they so driven to rise to the top? It is humanity in itself that has turned poverty into a negative word. I have accepted that nothing of me is original; that I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever met. But in realizing this I am empowered to break this chain. Being poor is not the worst thing that could happen; not appreciating the fact that materialism is what ruins others is the real tragedy. “Progress” they say, I say abominations. My question is why do people like to be on top of things. Whenever you go somewhere, if there’s an object to climb, there is a brightly colored flag stuck in the middle of its beauty. Everyone has to be the highest; the king of the mountain. I really don’t understand why. Is it natural to want to be the highest? Maybe that’s why people scale mountains. I on the other hand like to put myself in low corners. Sweet little spots of isolation. Then again I suppose that makes me the odd one. I don’t really like being with people. It’s nice for a change and it’s a necessity in life; human interactions but I could take it or leave it. As humanity gathers atop the mountain I’ll continue to sit in my corner at the bottom of this hill. Happy and alone saying “hi” to all those who pass me by; brief interactions and nothing else. A healthier way to pass my time. Collecting momentary visitors. No one stays very long and those who do flit with the idea of acceptance. They always achieve it in the end. They climb the mountain I dare not even acknowledge and this is more than okay with me. Humanity can keep their mountain because eventually they will tear it down and all together jump hand in hand like lemmings off their precious acme. I’d love to see their faces before they hit the ground. I don’t even think they’d have fear in their eyes unless they knew how to really be afraid. But to do so they would need to know how to feel on their own.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved desirous of everything at the same time, them ones who never yawn or say a commonplace things but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
This is my favorite quote but it detracts more than it inspires. There aren’t enough of these people in this “progressive” world. SO maybe I guess humanity just doesn’t stand a change. It’s far too late for my generation I only know one soul who can save this world and thank some deity he does not realize the weight on his shoulder’s just yet. For any normal six year old would crumble under this pressure but if there is faith in humanity it’s going to come through him. No one else in this “United” society is going to make real progress. “This is the story of America. Everybody doing what they think they’re supposed to do.” This time I think Ghandi got it right……..
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