Maybe the worst part is…. I know I’m not the only one struggling.
There are millions of souls suffering in this world. Some gravely from need of basic necessities like food, water and shelter. Some suffer from health issues. And then the spectrum continues all the way to simple loneliness and lack of feeling loved, appreciated, accepted and understood.
I know some people have it worse. Absolutely. I don’t take away anyone’s reality. But I also don’t compare myself to people, on any side of the spectrum; not those better off and not those worse. We all live our own melodramas.
What bothers me the most is that in a beautiful world so full of treasures and pleasures. A planet of bountiful essence; that supports so much life and vitality. That has given us breath and more than we could ever need.
How we divide and conquest it; steal from it, pillage it, disgrace it, ravage it and dishonor it. How we do this to ourselves as well. It’s one thing to come into an environment that is harsh and a landscape that is bare and make the most of it. But this world is so magnificent and us humans have the capacity to be such giving and loving beings.
And yet….here we are. In the shit show that is modern living: wars, famine, drug addiction, modern enslavement (of all kinds from literal to corporate), sex exploitation, business, government and church greed with their hands in our pocketbooks and on our throats, with a big dick up our asses telling us to “be grateful for what we have and smile pretty for what we will get”. Unfulfilled promises of empty vanities.
Lust for power, money, fame, more and more and never-ending more is the downfall of mankind. But few see or care how complicit we are, when we are all in survival mode. It makes no sense to me. None of this world makes much sense to me at all.
Yet here we are. Here I am.
This would disturb any sane person and yet we are all so numb to it. I often think the “crazy” ones are the most sane because they cracked. It’s really us hardened ones I worry about more.