I offer you peace, I offer you love.
"When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love."
And I, am loving, now. Toward all.
The problem with the belief that life has to be good for you to be happy, is that it doesn't. The world is filled with stories of those that have not let life's hardfalls get to them, for just the desire not to. I saw Stephen Hawking deliver a lecture wednesday evening. His friend was saying, when he was diagnosed with Motor Neuron Disease, he was told he'd never make it to thirty. Forty years later, he's still alive. His health has been in steady decline since, and he lives in a world most of us would dread to touch, but he's here. If he didn't care to be, he wouldn't. They were saying.. monday, he flatlined. And yet, he's still delivering his lecture. He's probably not in shape to do it even if that didn't happen, or even in shape to still be alive. But it's a choice that we all have. We're free to take our lives as we will, to accept or deny them. To cherish or despise them. Life can throw curveballs sometimes. It can even decide to hit your fool head with the ball. But it never tells you how to feel, or even asks you. That's your call, and always has been.
We all generally esteem the virtues of individuality, both as a society and by ourselves. People love to consider themselves special and unique, that they are somehow different than the rest of the world. But the funny thing is, we really don't seem to care for it once it comes into our own world. Someone that's just too different, or eccentric, oftentimes finds themselves shunned, ignored, or with a general distaste towards them. I don't think, people really like to be around those terribly different than themselves.
There's certainly a desire to connect with someone, to fit in, to belong. And it seems so often, that that desire has us turn from who we are. Perhaps out of fear, or longing, the desire to be a part of something, and willingness to change ourselves to achieve that. It's entirely too rare to run into the soul that does play life by their rules, that is comfortable being themselves without regard to how the world cares for it. We love them, adore them, idolize them. We quote them and espouse their philosophy, and enjoy to see it played out. When it comes into our lives, though, when someone different comes in, or we're confronted with the chance to show who we really are. We'll board the ship, cross the ocean, come to land. Stopping, staring, in that final moment before we walk off.
Even those of us that lay claim to being different or unique.. so few are. If just in societies view, all of these subcultures and groups, they aren't special. It's still people trying to find a place to belong, to call home, and that adapt themselves to one set of group values, instead of the other. We keep part of ourselves different, seperate, yet it becomes a shadow that it once was.
It's frightening, to be sure. It takes courage to drop your facades and bare yourself to the world. To let everyone you come across take you as you are without any attempt to show your best side. To just be.. Come what may, just being.
And I, am loving, now. Toward all.
The problem with the belief that life has to be good for you to be happy, is that it doesn't. The world is filled with stories of those that have not let life's hardfalls get to them, for just the desire not to. I saw Stephen Hawking deliver a lecture wednesday evening. His friend was saying, when he was diagnosed with Motor Neuron Disease, he was told he'd never make it to thirty. Forty years later, he's still alive. His health has been in steady decline since, and he lives in a world most of us would dread to touch, but he's here. If he didn't care to be, he wouldn't. They were saying.. monday, he flatlined. And yet, he's still delivering his lecture. He's probably not in shape to do it even if that didn't happen, or even in shape to still be alive. But it's a choice that we all have. We're free to take our lives as we will, to accept or deny them. To cherish or despise them. Life can throw curveballs sometimes. It can even decide to hit your fool head with the ball. But it never tells you how to feel, or even asks you. That's your call, and always has been.
We all generally esteem the virtues of individuality, both as a society and by ourselves. People love to consider themselves special and unique, that they are somehow different than the rest of the world. But the funny thing is, we really don't seem to care for it once it comes into our own world. Someone that's just too different, or eccentric, oftentimes finds themselves shunned, ignored, or with a general distaste towards them. I don't think, people really like to be around those terribly different than themselves.
There's certainly a desire to connect with someone, to fit in, to belong. And it seems so often, that that desire has us turn from who we are. Perhaps out of fear, or longing, the desire to be a part of something, and willingness to change ourselves to achieve that. It's entirely too rare to run into the soul that does play life by their rules, that is comfortable being themselves without regard to how the world cares for it. We love them, adore them, idolize them. We quote them and espouse their philosophy, and enjoy to see it played out. When it comes into our lives, though, when someone different comes in, or we're confronted with the chance to show who we really are. We'll board the ship, cross the ocean, come to land. Stopping, staring, in that final moment before we walk off.
Even those of us that lay claim to being different or unique.. so few are. If just in societies view, all of these subcultures and groups, they aren't special. It's still people trying to find a place to belong, to call home, and that adapt themselves to one set of group values, instead of the other. We keep part of ourselves different, seperate, yet it becomes a shadow that it once was.
It's frightening, to be sure. It takes courage to drop your facades and bare yourself to the world. To let everyone you come across take you as you are without any attempt to show your best side. To just be.. Come what may, just being.