In the essence of all things, rest a single and tiny notion. So small and yet so important to the fabric of life that we as a people, rational human beings ignore it. Blocking it from our consciousness, our hearts; we build walls to keep it at bay; employ others to censure it, torture to harden and grasp at the gate that surrounds it. We forget this intricate part of the framework of nature and life, losing it amongst the areas we impede ourselves upon. Instead, we replace this impedance with leaving pieces of ourselves amongst the world we walk upon, leaving bits at every stop until nothing remains. When realization hits we tumble along a pointless and empty path of life. Void of the virtues which once presented themselves. Civilization is not immune to this sorrow filled phenomenon, from era to era this tumbling has occurred bringing us with it in its snow balling inflation. A broken soul push a shopping cart can contest better than the material gold in which we surround ourselves with, in a desperate attempt to collect the pieces which we have lost in the world.
So here we are now at the breaking point of life, spiraling downwards like a fish stuck in a whirlpool. There are few choices open to us: Our First is that we can fight the current valiantly denying we have lost anything until we finally collapse, going out like a turtle who has regressed into its shell; The Second we keel over and accept our deceitful defeat; The Last, however, we can rebuild ourselves amongst the current and adapting, leave the selfish desires, the feelings of envy and greed on the mantel pieces of the past. There are indeed very few things which all creatures, objects and beings have in common, this is one of those commonalities, and perhaps the only one.
It is the essence of all things, deserving of all things but forgotten by most and ignored by others.
"Enlightenment, knowledge, morality and intellect are the qualities which all strive to hold but only few accept the burden and the pain that comes with them. Sacrifice and compromises must be made to obtain success in our lives, our loves and our desires." - Authors note 05
Beautiful, as always. Your words always speak to me. I was having a crappy night, sad beyond words, and I read this in the middle of crying. Funny, huh? I felt I needed to finish it. And, I did need to finish it. It reminded me of a little thing called Karma. In the end, my compassion will leave ripples and those ripples will come back to me when they hit the shore. I will get what I deserve in the long run because when we can extend compassion to others, it says we forgive them human foibles and the only people who can give compassion are those who practice it on themselves.
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