I want to leave my mark on the world somehow. The idea of being forgotten scares me sometimes. One way to achieve this would be to leave a mark on someone’s heart and hopefully for the better. Maybe part of having a family is like that. Having kids you can pass your legacy too.
I don’t think I want to stop at that. I want to leave my mark on the entire world. I want to leave this planet immensely better off than I met it.
It might sound impractical. Everything I want I subconsciously formulate a plan to achieve it. And I hate failing.
what’s my kryptonite?
There are a few constants in life.
Change is constant. As much as you bitch and moan about it, change is inevitable. It’s either adapt or become obsolete.
Death is inevitable too. All living things die. Death makes life all the more meaningful and precious.
Another constant these days is human stupidity. There is an infinite capacity for that. Then again human beings show time and time again that they have an infinite capacity for pretty much anything.
This is by no means an exhaustive list.
What’s the greatest trick ever invented in the history of mankind you may ask?
The answer is misdirection.
As great as the human brain is, it can only focus on one thing at a time.
So look over there while things are taking place right here.
If we really saw war, what war does to young minds and bodies, it would be impossible to embrace the myth of war. If we had to stand over the mangled corpses of schoolchildren killed in Afghanistan and listen to the wails of their parents, we would not be able to repeat clichés we use to justify war. This is why war is carefully sanitized. This is why we are given war’s perverse and dark thrill but are spared from seeing war’s consequences. The mythic visions of war keep it heroic and entertaining…
The wounded, the crippled, and the dead are, in this great charade, swiftly carted offstage. They are war’s refuse. We do not see them. We do not hear them. They are doomed, like wandering spirits, to float around the edges of our consciousness, ignored, even reviled. The message they tell is too painful for us to hear. We prefer to celebrate ourselves and our nation by imbibing the myths of glory, honor, patriotism, and heroism, words that in combat become empty and meaningless.
Coming home yesterday evening a taxi driver was having a conversation with the other passengers that I refused to take part in.
He boasted that he is a man of God and that he is a good person but if anyone should come around him or the things that he worked so hard for then he will proceed to stab and injure and maim them.
I don’t think Jesus ever preached that. In fact in my recollection he taught that one should turn the other cheek.
I don’t know why people think that they can tote material things into heaven. I don’t comprehend how humans continue to ask God to bless them with wealth.
The hypocrisy of it all. The people I know who follow Christ’s teachings the most aren’t Christians. they are either atheists or agnostics.
GENERALLY speaking, most religious people I come across are hypocrites by their own words, admissions and actions. That doesn’t bother me too much. What pisses me off is when they proceed to pass judgement on everyone else.
Fuck it yes.