unfortunate, but true |
we live in a world of excuse-makers, excuse fakers who don't have a clue and can't see beyond the tip of their noses. we live in a world of the entitled who think the whole world owes them everything and flat-out expects that everything should be fairy lights and cotton candy. we live in a world that for some reason believes that everyone lives in a rated g fairy tale, that everyone deserves their white knight ending--but the truth is we do not. we live in a world where the white hats and the black hats are all grey, unless of course, the wrong color wears the wrong hat --then all bets are off because the gang on the bus has square wheels. we live in a world that still goes round and round because no one learns or bothers to remember history, because it is always someone else's fault-- even a two-hundred-year-old someone. we live in a world where whatever is outlawed becomes the thing to have or do or say because people are contrary and even the good ones get lost in the shuffle. we live in a world that expects easy fixes to ancient problems, where people refuse to get that there is nothing new and everything has happened before. we live in a world that has fallen down the rabbit hole and even though the cards are all on the table the aces think they own the deck-- and the Cheshire cat just keeps grinning. we live in a world that thinks the commandments are for everyone else, has forgotten how to be kind because the divide between is supported by a faulty bridge. we live in a world that is just that much sadder because I an effort to be so much more cognizant has retreated to thinking they have the easy fix; but they are wrong. we live in a world more damaging than recent memory permits, where the trophies are all tarnished and people have forgotten that even silver polish requires elbow grease: forgotten living is real work. we live in a world where people give lip-service to the hurt of the day and clamor for bandaids made of broken promises: and the infections are epidemic. we live in a world where red fights blue rather than finding the purple, where the rainbow is shining except no one thinks about the rain that must be there first. we live in a world with no easy fixes, where even the strongest is broken and people are more about jumping on the noisiest bus rather than taking the time to walk. we live in a world that has much unrealized potential, if only the haves and the have nots could work together instead of playing off one against another: there is no moving forward without it. we live in a world that is falling into a pit of despair, envy, and greed with no hand being offered and, honestly, why should there be: they'd only be pulled in. we live in a world that since time began has fought among itself, has desired more, always more at someone else's expense: there is no compromise because someone will always lose. we live in a world that is shattering below our feet and bridges cannot be made with ineffective materials thus until we stop being selfish there will be no going forward. we live in a world that can't be lawed into compliance, because there will always be the factions who are determined to walk on top of the other guy if it benefits them and that is not the way to solutions. we live in a world where the masses are relying on someone else to patch us together without it taking anything away from what we want or think we deserve and that is a chess game no one will win. we live in a world of great civilizations and history has proven that all great empires have failed--so I wonder what can we do differently should we actually have the opportunity to change because elsewise, we are doomed. we live in a world where all guns could be banned, where all could be cured of being mentally ill, where everyone could have the same as everyone else, where we are all the same: but would we then be happy? we live in a world where striving for more is in our cells, where happiness and safety are priorities, and yet, have not the peoples of the world always done that: and look where we are and what we have become. we live in a world that is imperfect, with people who are imperfect living our small lives the best we can and discovering our best isn't and will never be good enough until all are on the same page. we live in a world where the books are written in differing doctrines and languages, where we twist words to suit our own purposes and never look back to that first page except to cast blame upon the long gone. we live in a world where unjust things happen, where the unthinkable happens every day and that is a part of the human condition as it has always been: not even Noah was able to fix it. we live in a world where it is far easier to complain, throw blame than it is to realize or accept, perhaps, that for all the screaming that people are never going to all agree on anything let alone everything. we live in a world where ethics and morality have no definition that suits every person, situation, or country, so how can we come together and fix all the impossible: we are not computers that have preprogrammed logic. we live in a world where should we be programmed it would still be by imperfect humans thus no better than we are now, and this would solve nothing; so that isn't the answer. we live in a world where all we can try to do is be our individual best selves except even that is subject to interpretation and I fear even that wouldn't solve a thing. we live in a world that has major imperfections, where words and ideals change on a dime and for better of for worse the world keeps on spinning-- until it doesn't anymore. we live in a world spinning out of control and all our anger and all our grief isn't accomplishing anything at all-- it just seems to get worse over time exchanging one thing for another. we live in a world where things need to give, where people need to live and let live-- which should be simple to figure out but apparently is not even though this is all we have got. we live in a world that needs to be fixed, that needs a reboot, that needs to be put on pause because if we don't we won't have a world but a smoking ball of ash-- a silent sentinel to what could have been. |