They say time heals all wounds.
Scabs cover those seeping gaps of flesh. Continue reading
They say time heals all wounds.
Scabs cover those seeping gaps of flesh. Continue reading
As the world bathes itself in the blood of innocents, ignoring their cries as they bleat acknowledgements to corrupt leaders, I ask: when do we fight? Continue reading
A weary mind travels through time with enough baggage to ground an elephant. Continue reading
I stand here, looking through the bars at the world blanketed in white. The silence is deafening – my ears strain to hear any semblance of life out there, of hope. Continue reading
From the lips of journalist to the ears of man, we spread the news of feast and famine. Journeying across the desolate tundras of truth, hoping for respite from the biting winds of false conjecture, we pledge allegiance to infiltrating the gospel according to mankind, delving into the cultural juxtaposition of belief and science at this given time. Falsehoods collected from the past are embraced as tracked memories scoured and processed by historians are ignored.
The fallacy of man is to continue a destructive life cycle while other animals evolve. We sustain ourselves by maintaining an arrogance, an ignorance to our own intelligence’s weaknesses. When it is too late, we get to realise that all those crossroads littered with dead religious beliefs and outdated morals were the pivotal points in manhood’s demise. Historians will pick through the bones, licking at the remnants with a taste of their own tradition tainting the original flavour, setting new stories for the falsehoods of future mankind.
This is our legacy. This is our belief in justice. This is our history.
Thanks for joining me on this lovely Tuesday afternoon. The sprogs are happy playing their Minecraft game together and I thought I’d take this opportunity to have a chat with you.
Maybe that’s a bit of an understatement.
I am scared shitless!
Yup! That sounds closer to the truth. You see, there have been events around the world that have been drawing us closer to our own Armageddon and we are dancing around like blind mice up the yellow brick road towards our own damnation. Don’t worry. This is not going to get religious, nor is it going to get solicitous in my attempt to convince you of your own beliefs. This is just me…thinking.
Remember years ago when the world gasped in horror at the atrocities of the world wars, focusing on the nightmares that captured the headlines but silently ignoring those who escaped punishment for their crimes? Let’s move forward, closer to the end of the twentieth century when more atrocities were committed in Africa and Russia. Tribes died, religions were massacred. Only a few faced the consequences of these actions, but most escaped.
Here we sit, at the beginning of the twenty-first century and, as humans, our gills are still exposed. We haven’t evolved yet. Vile, money-hungry monsters rule the world, voted in by us, the so-called sensible voters. Spurned by those who didn’t bother lifting their voices against or for opponents, we live with the consequences and the divides now building momentum. A sad opportunity for morals to silently slip through the cracks, falling into the abyss, idly waiting beyond our narrow focal point. When are we going to grow as people? Not grow in ideals and constipated beliefs in our inflated self-worth and what we should be described as or not associated to – I mean actually grow in wisdom?
I sit here watching an eighteen year old and nine year old playing amicably. I listen to their banter and their observations of each other’s work as they build towns, cities, surviving and creating on a simple game. Simple life lesson: respect those around you and their views. It doesn’t mean you’re free from the effects of these beliefs or the consequences of fighting them. But it’s your reaction that dictates the next five minutes. Blowing up someone else’s home with TNT brings angry repercussions. So does killing your neighbour’s dogs because they constantly bark (all on Minecraft) or building your house on top of theirs because you like the space. What will I do when it becomes my real home, my real dog and…oh wait. This is already happening to people around the world. I’m just one of many in a privileged position where I can turn it off and ignore it. Pretend it’s not happening – the same way my forefathers ignored the atrocities of times past.
Like others, I sit here telling myself that one day it will all come to pass but, for now, I will just keep quiet. Why add my voice to the screaming masses when those cries fall on deaf ears? Then the what ifs haunt me. What if I stood up and said it is wrong to block people from a country when they are being persecuted in their own? What if I helped at food banks instead of complaining that we don’t have enough for another take out this week? What if I support others when they lose their houses, their jobs, their families because of the government’s need to feed their excuse factory and blame the parties in power before them whilst patting themselves on the back for doing the same thing? What if?
As I said at the beginning of this post, this is me just thinking. Thinking about how long we have before we destroy ourselves with our greed, arrogance and intolerance for each other. Maybe we should all skin each other and realise that underneath, we have have the same structure, disease and delinquencies. Black, white, brown, green, yellow, purple, blue; who cares? Male, female, both, none; who gives a shit? We’re all going to die anyway at the hands of those we put in power. What if, instead of focusing our anger on each other, we focus it on those in charge and make them accountable for the hatred they are generating with their generals of doom? A lot of what ifs. I wonder, if you were sitting here with me, what would you think?
Patterns. Soft shadows combining to make static fleeting memories of times now lost. Links once strong now severed with age and corrosive words. Excitement for the slightest smile passes through the cracks showing in aging façades, losing their enthusiasm as the patterns fade.
Gone. Tastes of laughter so succulent and enticing once upon a time now flavoured vanilla. The fast beating heart thrusting lusty thoughts of life and love but a distant memory, a pattern, a shadow now gone.
Forever. Remnants of who we are remaining like flotsam in an overpopulated river praying for our removal. Young eyes watching, learning then dismissing our entitlement to life, to love – to be. In the end the days are counted till we depart as the days were counted for our entry to this world. A comical circle of shadows painted in a pattern of memories that will fade with time, forever.
I’m sitting here thinking about our mortality. We are trudging around the life-long treadmill only to find a weary end to our existence. If we are lucky we get in a few years of happiness before the light blots out. But, how many of us achieve our dreams and expectations before this happens? How many of us reach the plateau of contentment before the fall? There are millions of sites dedicated to giving you instructions on how to improve your life, change your habits, eat your way to a healthier lifestyle, reach your goals by placing you feathers in the positions A-B-C! Whilst we thresh out the bullshit trying to find the right solution, maybe it’s sitting right there, next to us, waiting to be noticed like a wallflower at the dance.
Receiving news that your friend might have the big C can squash your 2016 positive parade faster than a cruncher squashing old scrap in a junkyard. Add to that the the fact that her mother is slowly fading and there’s nothing we can do about it, and she is the primary care giver since the rest of the family aren’t that interested. It’s a real humdinger of a situation. Happy new year! Let’s find that eternal happiness whilst we wade through this shitty situation! My take on life is…the storms are going to come, the landscape is going to change. I either stand fast and fight or I get out my waders, my wellies, my overcoat and prepare to hunker down until it passes. Emotional outbursts will be allowed, just a few, but there’s no room for sappy behaviour until it passes. My friends react in different ways. Some cry and want me to cry along, others understand that I don’t tap into that side – it stays internal until it I can’t contain it anymore and it oozes out. My friend seems to fall under that category and we get on well. All I can offer is support and love as she closes the latch on her next ride to hell and back. Maybe it will be enough, maybe not. I don’t know.
So, back to my “how to find the end of the rainbow before you die” spiel. It’s simple. There is no rainbow. There aren’t any Fix-It Felix makeovers that will last. It’s mind over matter. I have known a few bloggers since I’ve joined this bandwagon with such severe sicknesses, I cannot even fathom their positivity. But, they are positive! They send out messages of hope, love, humour and sincerity. On the blackest of days, they can get a little dark. I like that. That for me is the honesty behind it. Life can’t be rosy everyday. I salute those bloggers, my friends and all of you for living through your diverse tragedies of life. Forget the self-help new year new you crap. Celebrate yourself instead and what you’ve overcome because I can guarantee more adversity is coming your way; more hope, more happiness is coming too. Be brave enough to grab them whilst you’re wading. Remember, we aren’t going to be here forever and there’s always a break in the storm. Breathe in that fresh air when it stops and clean out your worry bags because more is bound to come. That’s our reality – our mortality.
I’ll be thinking of you and I hope you will spare a thought for me as we cheer on our mortality and ride it like its our favourite bike (I chose to use a less offensive analogy there!). Those are my thoughts for today.
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