Post by reaper on Mar 3, 2019 17:07:17 GMT -5
So remembering an old line in a novel I was once tasked to read; in my younger days, or so it seems...anyway-it went something like "it was the best of times,it was the worst of times," or was it the other way around...worst to best...best to worst... What happened to realistic expectations and a reality of a drab life?
A monotonous life of health...yet lacking of the ever elusive wealth. Atleast from my point of view this scenario rings true. Healthy poverty full of loss and despair.
Sorrowful yearning for the proverbial want of that which was "on the other side of the fence," greener grass and all that jazz. But sorrowful thoughts grew to be the normal sentiment and so the twisted reality of having had a happy, normal childhood was the memory imprinted in my recollection of those early years...those "formative" years as they say.
But as I look back now I have clear hind-sight of how my sorrowful days of despair became a close friend in which I accustomed myself to accept, expect and could depend on.
And the world kept turning...with or without our presence.
Luckily for us there was always an elaborate way to muddle through the horrifically troubled moments of our trivial lives.
And I know we've all heard it at one time or another..."well, that's the way He wanted it." And by He I'm referring to the controversial creator or if you want...your higher power.
He? Higher power? That's our mediocore explanation to the worst, tragic moments of our existence? Really?
Have we set the acceptance bar so low? Do we not question with greater rigor to demand an acceptable, intelligent explanation of those events.
Can we not question what we have been told from birth to be true? Should we? Dare we? Oh yes Robert Saints...we should question it all....!!
Not many people choose to...and I've come to understand more profoundly the line "ignorance is bliss", perhaps so...Not for me.
And so believe or not. Have faith or not. Question or not...in the end we all must make a choice.
Pick a side as they say...and no matter what choice you make there will always be someone alienated by YOUR choice. But the brainwashing you've endured from birth clouds YOUR choice....come to think of it...maybe it was never really YOUR choice.
A monotonous life of health...yet lacking of the ever elusive wealth. Atleast from my point of view this scenario rings true. Healthy poverty full of loss and despair.
Sorrowful yearning for the proverbial want of that which was "on the other side of the fence," greener grass and all that jazz. But sorrowful thoughts grew to be the normal sentiment and so the twisted reality of having had a happy, normal childhood was the memory imprinted in my recollection of those early years...those "formative" years as they say.
But as I look back now I have clear hind-sight of how my sorrowful days of despair became a close friend in which I accustomed myself to accept, expect and could depend on.
And the world kept turning...with or without our presence.
Luckily for us there was always an elaborate way to muddle through the horrifically troubled moments of our trivial lives.
And I know we've all heard it at one time or another..."well, that's the way He wanted it." And by He I'm referring to the controversial creator or if you want...your higher power.
He? Higher power? That's our mediocore explanation to the worst, tragic moments of our existence? Really?
Have we set the acceptance bar so low? Do we not question with greater rigor to demand an acceptable, intelligent explanation of those events.
Can we not question what we have been told from birth to be true? Should we? Dare we? Oh yes Robert Saints...we should question it all....!!
Not many people choose to...and I've come to understand more profoundly the line "ignorance is bliss", perhaps so...Not for me.
And so believe or not. Have faith or not. Question or not...in the end we all must make a choice.
Pick a side as they say...and no matter what choice you make there will always be someone alienated by YOUR choice. But the brainwashing you've endured from birth clouds YOUR choice....come to think of it...maybe it was never really YOUR choice.