Being young is really the most beautiful thing. Your trust in humanity is complete and hope for the future is bright. You never worry where the road ends. As the years grow we follow it's yellow bricks and burn our bridges behind us. The future always seems so far off ahead of us surreal in it's importance. As the smoke from the bridges of our past loom over us the people we have burned along the way seem so innocent of the pain we caused them.
I've forgotten the songs that I would write. I have forgotten the loves I would write them to. I can't remember their names or how they captured my soul. My dreams are desolate these days. I close my eyes but what I see isn't beautiful. I'm always color blind in these dreams of deafening silence. The person I was at the begining of road is locked away in my dreams. He is there always doing whats been done; never changing what was. I've seen those eyes a million times. I can no longer tell where I end and I begin.
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I've felt this way sometimes. Mostly when I see how devastating the things people do to each other and the Earth are.
I like to pretend that I can step away from the world, sit up in outer space and see all the things people are doing. I can see them running around making wars, making babies, making bigger and better inventions, anything you can imagine. They've been doing these things for a long time, forever, almost, and it's all worthless. It doesn't really matter. Like something straight out of Ecclesiastes.
I don't know why, but doing that gives me peace. It lets me recognize that I don't have to be part of the race that everyone seems to be tied up in. I don't have to be successful in the conventional sense or really worry about anything that happens. It's all happened before and will happen again.
The only thing I can do is take care of the people around me, and have some kind of compassion for everyone. They aren't awful, they just don't have perspective.
I also see little quiet corners of the world where people care. They're helping some old lady with her groceries or wiping her up after the bathroom, or kissing their kid on the forehead, or doing anything that helps others for the sake of helping others.
I guess because it's the best thing they can do. It's meaningful in some little way. It's some aspect of the meaning of life. Like Kurt Vonnegut says, "A meaning of life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love the people that are around to be loved."
I like your post. I'm not sure how much I actually responded to it, but I like it.
Love is only thing that we truely own in this life. And love is like a peach. It's pretty tasty, but it doesn't have the shelf life of twinkies. So we have to give it away liberally to whoever or it will rot inside our soul.
The one thing that I regret most at this point in life is doing or being someone that "burned bridges" or someone that's actions harmed more than helped. You know?
I know what you mean. The times I've been most miserable in life have been the times when I haven't given love away. When, like you said, it rots inside me because I'm too caught up in what I'm doing and forget to care about anyone else.
the fact that you see that Michelle is beautiful. Perspective is the one thing that can change the world from genocide and corporate politics to something out of a John Lennon song. It's happens everywhere we look with perspective.
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