He posed there grudgingly between two arms he hardly knew, wearing the other half of a shirt I have long since buried... somehow, somewhere, far back in the tightest folds of the corners of my heart.
If you had asked me then if we both were capable I'd have bet it all away.
Saturday
titlesareoverrated
Hello again. Like my new background? I thought I'd choose something that had absolutely zero pertinence to any subject matter swarming around here. Variety is a virtue (for me anyway).
Until I return-
may you be blessed with the best blessings of them all.
Monetize? Really?
So it is now around a year since I last posted, and I just finished reading my other posts. I feel bad for the year ago version of me. I was just so direly trying to show that I was trying to make a change. Good intentions, just poorly followed through. Oh well.
So many things have changed. SO MANY THINGS. I'm not really even the same person anymore.. at all. I'm happy with where I am because I feel like it's where I should be.
I don't question the present. I am where I am and I can grasp that much. I just feel like I'm lost as to where I'm going. I don't want to say that I'm scared of the future, but I think I might be scared of the future. The motivationalists of the world would probably attack me right about now (and if any of you are reading this, maybe you can make me a topic of scrutiny later on in one of your wrongfully-laden examples) for saying such things. Sometimes I just feel like...
Okay, I'm not going to finish this blog. I never intended to. I kind of just planned on writing until I reached a point that made me realize what it was I needed to realize. And I did.
REALIZATION: I'm just being a baby.
Alrighty. Sorry if I ruined the reading flow for you guys. A lot of my blogs may be like this from now on, who knows.
out.
So many things have changed. SO MANY THINGS. I'm not really even the same person anymore.. at all. I'm happy with where I am because I feel like it's where I should be.
I don't question the present. I am where I am and I can grasp that much. I just feel like I'm lost as to where I'm going. I don't want to say that I'm scared of the future, but I think I might be scared of the future. The motivationalists of the world would probably attack me right about now (and if any of you are reading this, maybe you can make me a topic of scrutiny later on in one of your wrongfully-laden examples) for saying such things. Sometimes I just feel like...
Okay, I'm not going to finish this blog. I never intended to. I kind of just planned on writing until I reached a point that made me realize what it was I needed to realize. And I did.
REALIZATION: I'm just being a baby.
Alrighty. Sorry if I ruined the reading flow for you guys. A lot of my blogs may be like this from now on, who knows.
out.
Monday
Problem Case #1: DRUGS
So I said I would keep following up on this worldly direction idea, and I'm trying to keep my word. My plan is to tackle a problem a week from the short list of them I have provided. I initially thought 'oh, a problem a day will do the trick...'. But really? No. How can world problems be fixed in a day? Even a week's worth of blogging is not nearly enough time. But it's a definite start. You know, just get the good ole' machinery up there working. Oh, and by the way, for purposes of ease, this whole little fandango will be called Project Solution.
Previously stated, we've established that our problem may just well be with preventing the problem rather than merely fixing what's already happened. So let's just stick with that presumption.
Why do we like drugs? I have no first hand experience, per se. Nor do I ever intend to ever thrust that experience upon myself. But I have had first hand experience with other addicts. Therefore, I do feel inclined to touch some serious base with this subject. Onward-
Drugs put us in an elevated state of mind. Some kind of grandiloquent state of existence that you just can't get in normal, ordinary, everyday life. So, it's a nice feeling I assume.
But why put yourself in a position where you do not have full control over yourself?
Problem Case #1:
DRUGS
DRUGS
Previously stated, we've established that our problem may just well be with preventing the problem rather than merely fixing what's already happened. So let's just stick with that presumption.Why do we like drugs? I have no first hand experience, per se. Nor do I ever intend to ever thrust that experience upon myself. But I have had first hand experience with other addicts. Therefore, I do feel inclined to touch some serious base with this subject. Onward-
Drugs put us in an elevated state of mind. Some kind of grandiloquent state of existence that you just can't get in normal, ordinary, everyday life. So, it's a nice feeling I assume.
But why put yourself in a position where you do not have full control over yourself?
Why put a substance behind the steering wheel of our lives? And a deadly, fatal substance at that.
It's honestly kind of like giving a murderer the key to your house. You just don't do it. It doesn't make sense, right? Well then, why allow drugs to overtake your entire mind and body? Again, senseless.
It's really... discouraging, these things are. I mean, let's face it. This is our media. Our televisions and computers are like caretakers. They feed us and they nurture us. But with all the wrong things. And when we allow such things to be circulated and popularized, we only make them okay. We're making all of this alright. We're doing it to ourselves. Because drugs have become a kind of norm, we aren't allowing ourselves, as a population, to realize the extremity of their danger.
Is this really true, though? I mean, for the most part, everybody tells us growing up that drugs are bad, to say nope to dope, to pass on the grass...
But why don't we listen?
It's kind of like the kid in the candy shop that lets his temptation and curiosity get the best of him. Given enough opportunity and view sight, the candy is snatched and the parent is stuck paying the 50 cent fee at the end of the visit.
Direction
There are so many bad things happening in this world. I want to fix them all. It's disheartening to feel that I can't solve every problem that exists. I want to do all this, though. I really do.
There's supposedly a solution to everything, right? Now, there are more people on this earth than there are problems.
In a perfect world, in an ideal situation, we could say.. now, everyone pick a problem and find the solution. Fix it.
But we live in a world far from perfect. So far from perfect that none of us really want to find the solution. We don't want to and we don't let ourselves. We're so content with arriving at the brink of a solution that we don't bother to further delve into what we were searching for in the first place.
Maybe it's the gratification. Who knows
Case #1:
Take me, for instance. I'm sitting here right now.. having a semi-revelation/thought attack. And what am I doing? Just that: sitting here. I'm not out saving lives or finding cures or giving justice. I'm just here. Thinking; breathing; listening; typing; taking up space. I mean, at least I'm conjuring up thoughts on how to fix the problems at hand. But still, I am not physically contributing, on any tangible basis, to the problems we have in this world. My world. Our world.
This is our home.
How can we not fix it? How can we not uplift each other enough to want to fix it?
Then again, I kind of see where things aren't working. If this is 'our home'... we've never really been good at fixing things in the household either.
There's supposedly a solution to everything, right? Now, there are more people on this earth than there are problems.
In a perfect world, in an ideal situation, we could say.. now, everyone pick a problem and find the solution. Fix it.
But we live in a world far from perfect. So far from perfect that none of us really want to find the solution. We don't want to and we don't let ourselves. We're so content with arriving at the brink of a solution that we don't bother to further delve into what we were searching for in the first place.
Maybe it's the gratification. Who knows
Case #1:
Take me, for instance. I'm sitting here right now.. having a semi-revelation/thought attack. And what am I doing? Just that: sitting here. I'm not out saving lives or finding cures or giving justice. I'm just here. Thinking; breathing; listening; typing; taking up space. I mean, at least I'm conjuring up thoughts on how to fix the problems at hand. But still, I am not physically contributing, on any tangible basis, to the problems we have in this world. My world. Our world.
This is our home.
How can we not fix it? How can we not uplift each other enough to want to fix it?
Then again, I kind of see where things aren't working. If this is 'our home'... we've never really been good at fixing things in the household either.
Kids rebel.
Spouses lie.
Couples split up.
Spouses lie.
Couples split up.
Those are all things within 'our home' that go unfixed everyday. Maybe it's the problems that we need to PREVENT instead of fixing something that's already happened.
But we're so easily DISTRACTED. Distracted by things that are supposedly more important at the moment. But what can be more important than saving the world in which we live? What can be more important than protecting each other and up-keeping our very home?
I think I'm through with the lecturing portion of this blog. So I'll move on with actually addressing our problems at face:
1. Drugs
2. Murder
3. Drug trafficking
4. Sex trafficking
5. Prostitution
6. Lying
7. Cheating
8. AIDS
9. Cancer
10. Diabetes
11. Other chronic illnesses
12. War
13. Politics
14. Money
15. Faith
16. Religion
17. Media
There are so many more, but I feel like if I go on, I'll probably just be too overwhelming.
Anyway, my computer's about to die.. so I better go look for the charger. I'll post more on this later.
Dear God,
Lead me in the right direction.
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