There are so many ways to describe how we are. If you have been reading my blog, you may have decided that I am serious.
Yes, I am. I find it interesting to watch people’s reactions to the day to day grind we call living.
Everybody is running around looking for that very illusive thing we call success. We scurry along every day, fighting the traffic, running through the subway station, bumping into people that don’t even know we are there, because they are too busy rushing off to do the same thing! We are working so hard to get to the place that we think will make us a success.
I want so desperately to understand why we were made to feel that we have to live up to someone else’s ideal for what being a success is. I think just being born into this world as a human being who has the capability of feeling, thinking, caring, doing, smiling, loving, understanding, talking, writing, all the things we do every day is evidence of success. We fail to see that there are people born who do not have the capability of doing the many, many things we take for granted, because we are successful!
Think about the kids who are born without the ability to hear, think, discern, and understand. They have the right to be angry. Yet in most of these cases, these are some of the most successful people in the world, because they are not angry or begrudging their existence. These are some of the kindest individuals on earth, yet they are often scorned or looked down upon.
I would like to see people become more compassionate, less self-absorbed. Some have said to me that people do not have time to be compassionate, because they are struggling to make ends meet.
Is this the problem or is it that we have created an existence that requires that we look down on others to feel good about ourselves? What difference does it make? When you are done looking down on the other person, you still have to look up to see yourself in the mirror.
So, is it worth it? All you have managed to do is make yourself even more dissatisfied, because you have revealed that deep dark side of yourself, which not even you could love.