Pearls I

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Lessons learned from living life.

Submitted: December 11, 2015

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You can never rush a vision, you can only hope for a dream – is what the minds of “important” people fail to understand, and fail in even greater lengths to have a care for.  They want with immediacy, no concern for quality, merely the tangible presence of an idea that they can market in order to line their pockets in green.  “Important” people work at the speed of fools, while visionaries do not work at all; they create – shaping and molding their dreams with the delicacy and attention required of all living works.  Visionaries excel because they have eyes and they use them, they have minds and they use them.  They also have common sense and they use it.  “Important” people have wallets and pockets and they fill them.

 

Kings and Queens craft their own jewels from life – we are raised to be ruled by a political body, by a parental body, by an institutional body of education, by a body of employment, and we are told to obey, for that is how society runs.  We do not need to be governed all our lives in order to make our living.  We do not need to follow the commonly tread path, mimic the common person in order to live.  Happiness comes from freedom.  Our interests, our principles, our personalities; our individualities determine where, with what, and with whom we find happiness.  It is for us to act on our passion and strive to achieve happiness.  Whether we have worked tirelessly to obtain such bliss or if it has seemingly fallen into our lap, we have made effort towards it in some way and must continue to exert effort to hold on to it.  Do not wait for things to happen for you.  Do not expect others to build your temple.  To take hold of your passion and build a monument of happiness is to take hold of your life and give it meaning.  We all have meaning.  We all have worth.  But not all desire to uncover their value.  Craft your heart’s flame into a pyre of distinction!  It will burn gloriously, regardless of how many eyes set upon it in admiration, and it will burn long after you are a forgotten memory.

 

You hurt the ones you love by hurting the ones you don’t – how does a loved one look upon you when you strike a stranger?  How do they react when you berate a nameless figure?  Is it love and pride they feel for you when you reveal the monster within?  There is no need for the barbarity that grips our world.  There are peaceful, more advantageous means of settling disputes and expressing our emotion, yet they require time, patience and understanding, and emotion does not bow to any of these things, especially when a hot, boiling emotion.  Self-control is key to finding peace, but how many have the time to control themselves?  Peace takes a low standing on the list of priorities, yet talking of attaining peace, be it personal or global, stands high on the list.

Apparently, the world cannot turn without conflict; creating prejudices, heating fear, and giving rise to increasing hatreds.  Many world leaders, many politicians speak of the world and its needs, when the world is fine – it was fine without us, it will be fine while we are here.  It may not be in the best shape as of this moment, however, it needs but decide when to wipe us out and it will reclaim its glory again.  Regardless of what we may think, we can do no lasting damage to the world short of cataclysmic action, that it cannot recover from.  Its atmosphere can rebuild itself once our greenhouse gases are eviscerated.  Its landscape can reclaim its natural beauty - even fill in the holes we have punched into the ground once we are decimated.  When we are gone, the weather’s wild and unpredictable ways will simply be weather once more - no longer something that causes concern and annoyance.  The world needs nothing.  It is countries; economies; governments that require the evil they construct in this world.  The tens of thousands of years humanity will live on earth will be nothing more than a footnote, forgotten the moment the last beating heart ceases to beat.  We are insignificant.  Love while we can.

 

Sacrifice is the pain of a hero – who thinks heroism comes without its hardships?  A medal?  A ribbon?  A plaque commemorating your valour, quick thinking, steadfastness?  Is this the mark of a hero?  No.  Heroes have been molded into figures.  Icons.  Extraordinary beings.  They are merely people.  Action is what defines a hero.  We may enjoy praising our heroes, treating them as godly figures, and we may enjoy the praise and the superhuman status, but it is meaningless.  Who so saves a life for praise is no hero, but an ant who has tailored a wolf’s pelt to fit them.  A hero is genuine, which ultimately makes each of them replicates of one another, as they hold values, principles, ideals of a similar nature in high regard.  A hero is willing to give their body, give their life for one who they do not know, and yet they do not mind what they will suffer; they are sparing another from suffering.  Heroes are throwbacks to what we have forgotten, to what we now hold of little value.  They tend to carry an air of mystery about them, for many people cannot understand their motives.  It is not for us to understand one’s sacrifice, merely to be thankful for it.  We will never truly understand heroes.

 

A person who hungers for blood will only taste their own in the end – greed, bloodlust, warmongering, profiteering, vengeance are the enemies of the human mind.  True intelligent life has no need to worry of these things.  True intelligent life does not plot and scheme to conquer, to suppress, to oppress and conscript, nor profit from other’s ill fortune.  It is why humankind will never be remembered as an intelligent species.  To strive for destruction, to crave an end, the mind becomes spoiled, clouded by swirling emotions, which transform us into careless, hurried creatures who dwell inside a box, unable to see outside our own schemes and alleged intellect.  But we are not the only one scheming when it comes to such mad plots – there is always an adversary, always an obstacle, and it is so easy to be undone by such an opponent, particularly when that opponent is our self.  To live in contentment is to achieve the ultimate vengeance on any wrongdoers and reap the greatest profit from life.  To seek the throne is to find the blade of the sword and see it driven through chest.

 

Men can be eloquent from time to time.  It’s all a measurement of the thickness of their skull – arrogance, pride, assertion – so-called manliness – can be appealing, depending on the intensity of the dosage administered, and depending on the person bearing witness.  However, it is a greater hindrance than anything else.  Such traits are borne of a child and nurtured by a grown child who still pisses on the lip of the toilet.  Men and women should not have to prove their sex, nor continue to establish the integrity of their role as a member of their sex.  The act of proving ones manhood has led the world into a downward spiral.  It creates intense debates, feelings of inadequacy and fear, hostility, excessive pride and a false sense of entitlement.  It blurs moral lines and restricts the potential of every person on this world.  It is time to try and stop proving who we are and be who we are.  It is time we stop allowing our sex to define us and allow our actions to define us.


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