A world of desperation

I don’t know why we live this way.

Where some are desperate for food and water, others are desperate for love. Where some are desperate for health and medical assistance others are desperate for companionship. Where some are desperate for opportunities others are desperate for an end to war and civil unrest. Where some are desperate for justice and truth others are desperate for more of whatever makes their heart content. Where some seek shelter from the harshness of their reality others are desperate to achieve more opulence than they will ever need.

Honestly there is simply no lack of desperation in this world. Some, maybe most, is probably valid. Some, maybe most are just basic needs that in such a big beautiful, abundant, advanced world as ours, you’d think we could have figured out. Maybe. If we could stop all the stupid wars, infighting and petulant rivalries and divisions.

I don’t know what it’s going to take to turn this world around or if that’s even possible.

I think of all the people with great ideas, virtuous ambitions, selfless endeavors who have been overlooked, squelched and even killed for their part in trying to make the world a better place.

I think of how our world measures success so incorrectly; by what people have or their fictional status instead of who people truly are…. the nobility of their heart and soul.

I thought of all this because I got a call at 6am from a client. I didn’t answer. They didn’t leave a message. It got me thinking about these traveling doctors and how they are getting people showing up at their house at all hours of the night desperate for medical advice and insight into their issues.

Yet, their blight, while significant to them…. enough so to impose themselves aggressively onto others, is completely insignificant in the grand scope of things.

Which oddly gives me some comfort. It’s what let’s me have the courage to keep being who I am and want to be, regardless of consequences. Because when it’s all said and done whether I live one more minute or my requested 111 years it will be so insignificant to the scale of eternity and infinity that it all will be rather seemingly pointless.

Now this doesn’t make me want to go rob a bank. I am still acutely aware that to some people, namely my children I still have a obligation to be the best I can be. But mostly that obligation is to myself and my own world and the legacy I want to make for myself, for my own peace of mind.

Have I misstepped? Greatly, frequently, even just a few days ago. Will I misstep again? Inevitably so!

But will I live a life of desperation? NO!!! Absolutely not!! Because that is my choice. I am thankful I can make that choice. Do I wish the world functioned so as to not cause this mass desperation onto its inhabitants? Of course. So I will do my part. When I can. But I won’t answer my phone at 6am. πŸ™„

Makes me wonder what will happen if I ever get to the point of helping people energetically to the point I want to achieve. Right now it sounds part farcicle and maybe even majorly inconvenient to my peace. I guess we’ll see what if anything comes of that. πŸ€·πŸ½β€β™€οΈπŸ€”πŸ€£


Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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