Wandering aloud
Money has a grip on all of us. Simplicity is complex.Fragile life and hopes for a super human parent. Fact is humans are both super and frail at the same time. It's like comparing a dog as a pet with your own flesh and blood. One you want to sit and be accepting of your touch and the other requires so much time and confusion that fetching a bone sounds good to you.
Were we meant to live this way? It seems like an odd variation on the survival of the fittest. Those with the cash are fit. Those that can seem to manage cash are not. At least in their mind. Where is the wisdom? The empire seems to dictate worthiness based on a balance sheet. No; that seems too easy to blame a faceless foe. I will blame me. There, now the world in back in order. Now I can remain under my thumb. Suffocating. Look at those lilies grow. That wild flower sure is cruising. And the church's pulpit shares space with the empire's flag.
Simplicity seems too hard. I need to get ahead so that I can slow down to the simple mode. I worry about my career. I wonder if my life has been a mistake. A fight for my rights with the One who claims to love me. I think it is true, the notion that we construct the world for ourselves to operate in. Sure others impact it, but by in large we are living the world of our choosing. So my life has come to this? Yes. And the pain of been alone seems easier to handle, easier to manage than the hope of being admired among others. I miss the days of comradeship in sports and hobbies. Even the times of working together. Man I miss that. But my life is rich in other ways now too. In fact I am living as I hoped for during the days of comradeship but had yet to experience. So I sit here and type this random thought process to you. I would like to hear yours as well. But we are too busy to make time for one another. The dollar calls. The hip quotient will not allow such a meeting.
Nice world we have formed?
Were we meant to live this way? It seems like an odd variation on the survival of the fittest. Those with the cash are fit. Those that can seem to manage cash are not. At least in their mind. Where is the wisdom? The empire seems to dictate worthiness based on a balance sheet. No; that seems too easy to blame a faceless foe. I will blame me. There, now the world in back in order. Now I can remain under my thumb. Suffocating. Look at those lilies grow. That wild flower sure is cruising. And the church's pulpit shares space with the empire's flag.
Simplicity seems too hard. I need to get ahead so that I can slow down to the simple mode. I worry about my career. I wonder if my life has been a mistake. A fight for my rights with the One who claims to love me. I think it is true, the notion that we construct the world for ourselves to operate in. Sure others impact it, but by in large we are living the world of our choosing. So my life has come to this? Yes. And the pain of been alone seems easier to handle, easier to manage than the hope of being admired among others. I miss the days of comradeship in sports and hobbies. Even the times of working together. Man I miss that. But my life is rich in other ways now too. In fact I am living as I hoped for during the days of comradeship but had yet to experience. So I sit here and type this random thought process to you. I would like to hear yours as well. But we are too busy to make time for one another. The dollar calls. The hip quotient will not allow such a meeting.
Nice world we have formed?
posted by Brett at 10:38 PM
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