Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Preaching to the Choir





"Do we need to start a war?
Do we need to take a side?
If we open up our eyes
Realize that we are blind
Is it all worth fighting for?
It all comes down to
Who's wrong or right
Who's black or white
It doesn't matter what you're bleeding for
Straight or bi
Your God or mine
It doesn't matter underneath it all
Cause we're only here to love
Like there's no tomorrow
So let's live each moment like
Our time is only borrowed"

            The world isn't fucked up, it's all the people that live there. Make no mistake, I do mean every last one of us. We are ships tossed and turned and left out to sea. We have no idea where we are going. All of us are lost, conveniently blind, with no idea where to go or how to get there. It is not a complicated matter to understand. We do as we please whether other people can see that or not. Our secrets are usually hidden for a reason. We are more emotional baggage than rational creature. We believe we are better, others have been convinced, but underneath it all is a selfish greedy monster that rarely shows its head, at least not in public. Only we can see it. We place it out of sight for no one else to witness. It is the true us, the one so many gurus have warned us about. We take the self that we show to others and we convince ourselves that it is the truest part of us. We try to ignore the voice of our reality. I hate to break the news to the believers out there but no matter the God you have found, no matter the change you make on the outside, underneath it all is narcissism, pettiness and self-indulgence. Don't get me wrong, I am talking about everyone, every single human being including me. 
            Collectively, we do more damage than individually. We are one massive, unpredictable hate machine. We are vile, one and all. We destroy almost everything with which we come in contact. We are, it seems, more tyranny than peace monger. We make war with our brothers and so we abandon each other, harm each other and in the end, we always seem to kill each other. All the time we beg greater beings to bring peace into this world. I suppose we need help from ourselves but we truly believe it is needed only in others. Yes, we tend to have the most wonderful moments throughout our lives. We have insight, compassion, even agape love for one another. They are spoiled by our evil; Halloween costumes in the middle of May. These are merely icing on a hard cold stone. They rarely, if ever, really serve a purpose. We do not see eye to eye. The ways that we treat other people is indicative of the way we treat the rest of the world. Each of us is a dissimulator, screaming for salvation but only for ourselves.

"Do we need to build a bomb?
Do we need to fire a gun?
If you have to stand your ground
It's a war that can't be won
Is it all worth dying for?
It all comes down to
Who's rich or poor
Virgin or whore
It doesn't matter what you're praying for
Death or life
Your truth or mine
It doesn't matter underneath it all
Cause we're only here to love
Like there's no tomorrow
So let's live each moment like
Our time is only borrowed"

            I believe that, for the most part, people are disingenuous. We claim to love the light, we even claim to move towards it, but in the end we are not as we claim to be. We are shadow and darkness and sin and folly. This mortal coil operates more on impulse than instinct. The reason we try not to reveal these traits lies in the  fear of discovery. We rarely admit we have this creature within. We rarely see things the same way the world does. Each of us have been splintered by our own device. We appear to be whole and logical and, some would claim, good. Lord, how we do try. Beneath all the right things, we are drawn to the wrong things. We don't think of all the consequences because we really just don't care. Regardless of brother or family or strangers, we enlist them to our cause. We validate by drawing a few closer. We all are stupid, idiots who can't see for the truth in front of our faces. We waste so much time. It carelessly slips through our fingers. We don't see that it is all just borrowed.
            Apparently, for human beings, it is our differences which define us. We all congregate yet at the same time we separate. Our commonalities end up meaning little if anything at all. Those differences are what really count. They are the wall that stands between all of us and enlightenment. It is through self-awareness that we gain control. The result resonates but we stop giving altogether and not just monetarily. We rarely can find any part of ourselves left to give. It's easier to be a bitch to some homeless guy because it makes it easier to just walk past. We dissolve our responsibility so we do not have to proceed with it. We hear but we do not listen. We can see but only what we want to see. It's easier that way. We have turned from it all. All seems lost. The world is falling apart around us and we sit watching, like it was some television program. We get to decide when to turn the channel or not. The world may be coming to an end but at least we are all entertained. It turns out that we don't need Jesus or the Madhi to bring the apocalypse. It's clear, we really only need ourselves for that.

"It all comes down to
Who's rich or poor
Virgin or whore
It doesn't matter what you're praying for
Death or life
Your truth or mine
It doesn't matter underneath it all
Cause we're only here to love
Like there's no tomorrow
So let's live each moment like our time is only borrowed
Our time is only borrowed"
(Borrowed Time, Madonna 2015)

            Every person holds the light within them but we no longer seek it. In the most basic sense, it seems it is gone for most of us. All this preaching to the choir is for naught. We all talk about love but few of us even know how to use it. Although love is always there, so is chaos and corruption and greed. Whichever one wins is ours to determine. Collectively, we have settled for doom. Not even one of us is really that good. We may claim to be, we may even think we are, but guess again. In the end, there will be an end. This world cannot sustain the virus known as human being. We are killing the planet. We are killing ourselves. We are soon to be fodder, leftovers from our melting pot. I can imagine some alien craft landing after our demise. They just shake their heads (or whatever), drenched by the stench of ignorance and futility.   
            We all have a responsibility to shine. It is our struggle with the darkness that will actually define us. It is our obligation to love in spite of all the shadow. Love is the dotted line, that which we are bound to. It goes without saying, but we do not pay it heed. I'm not sure what the answer is. Like most times, I am not sure if there even is an answer. How do you strive for goodness among mankind when individually the darkness has taken over? I guess it comes down to either shitting or getting off the pot. I can only hope that we flush before it's too late.




 "The idea behind a kaleidoscope is that it’s a structure that’s filled with broken bits and pieces, and somehow if you can look through them, you still see something beautiful. And I feel like we are all that way a little bit."
(Sara Bareilles, American singer-songwriter)









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