Sometimes I think the entire world is a crazy, fucked-up cacophony of scared and messed up children. I feel like I am standing still, growing and rationally observing and interpreting my experiences while those running blindly around me are horribly wounding each other and making lame excuses for it. Doing things which make the mere idea of rationality seem insane and fictitious
I know very well I am not standing alone, there are those of us who see... and feel... and mourn... and rage... but it feels no less like we are surrounded by the type of intelligence you find in a rioting mob. How can humans go on this way? The damage they are doing to their children, their human family, their entirety of life is an abomination to the very nature of our incredibly deep and colourful hearts and minds. The beauty and vastness we can imagine, the depth of pain we can feel, the urgency and passion and purpose... these are the things worth pursuing.
To waste such glorious potential is the greatest shame of our existence. There is no other thing worth doing more, no lifetime better spent, no heart more safely invested then in the determined pursuit of the beauty of awareness.
No comments:
Post a Comment