IT'S human nature to be disatisfied with ones lot in life. Nothing is ever good enough for most people. My cars not big enough. I don't earn enough money. I'm not happy with my job. My house isn't in the right area. I'm not with the right person. I think i'm too fat. I think I'm too thin. I don't like my hair. If only he understood me. If only she knew what i was going through. I can't stand being alone. I can't stand all these people. Why can't I be happy here? Et cetera et cetera ad infinatum.
WE struggle, strive and suffer to forge on through this life expecting a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and along the way, most of us are content to moan and complain about everything that's bothering us. Some of us feel that if we earned a lot of money we'd have nothing to complain about, right? Well, I've met a few rich people who are just about as unhappy with their life as anyone else is. The only difference between us regular folks and them is the content of our moaning. We all are unhappy, it seems, with where we are and what we're ding most of the time. There's always that one thing, just at the horizon, we think that if we reach, we're sure we'll be satisfied. The funny thing is that when we get there, suddenly something else strikes our fancy.
Green pastures are what we seek, but we constantly reset the definition of what we consider to be greener pastures everytime we reach the original goal. I suppose that is progress, it is suicide to allow one self to stagnate by remaining static but do we really need to be so upset and uptight all the time about it? Why do we have this urge to make ourselves suffer, for it truly is us who makes ourselves suffer and no one else. We can blame others for our suffering but truly the only person who can make you unhappy is yourself. Everyone has path in life to follow that is both personal and independent from everyone else's and only you can beat your own path. The path to happiness follows the same paradigm, only you can make it happen. There is no quick fix way to make yourself happy, no guru will lead you there, no product you can buy, food you can eat or drink you can drink, will ever make you happy. You have to make a conscious effort to be happy, to determine what will make you happy and achieve it.
But why is it that we always feel that the grass is always green on the other side? I suppose it's because most of us are quite insecure about ourselves that we feel that we need some external stimuli, a new house, job, car etc, to make us happy. Our current environment is not conducive to our happiness so we seek to find something else that would be. Basically, we're passing the buck. We're not allowing ourselves to believe that the true root of our dissatisfaction is but ourselves. We pass the blame to something else and say,"that's the reason i'm not happy!" when in all actuality it's only us who made ourselves upset. Take a breath, take a deep breath. Isn't that wonderful? You're breathing, that means your alive, that means you have it within your power to be happy for only the dead can't change their minds. A final thought, shit is shit, and it's the same all over, but it's up to you if you want to moan about it or not. Lay back a bit, relax, and make yourself happy for a change.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The Divine Comedy
What is a life?
2,365,200,000 seconds, 82,125 square meals if you're lucky, hopefully 11 years of school, 4 years of university and 1 degree. A marriage, a child or two, a cat and/or a dog. 20 years worth of mortgage to pay off and maybe that long in student loans. A casket and some flowers and a lot of teary friends and relatives if you were well liked.
That more or less sums up a lifetime for some of us. Of course it could also mean half that many seconds and meals, no school at all and a bomb or two blowing up nearby which would be the case of most of us here.
The odds seemed stacked up against us but we always seem to persevere, to move forward. Kicking and screaming but forward never the less. We can find ourselves being at our most noble when faced with adversity. A man digs through the rubble of a bombed out shelter to save a child he doesn't even know. Yet we seem so adamant at killing each other over the most obscure and intangible reasons. Faith, Religion, Politics and Money. All are there to lead us out of this darkness but forever damning us to this eternal cycle of violence, hate and murder.
What is murder? When a man kills another man in cold blood; that is murder. A change of labels and soldier kills another soldier, man, woman or child, and that is just status quo. That is him just following orders.
What is the comedy though? What is there to laugh about? The thing is we are the comedy. We applaud ourselves for how good we are, how civilised, how charitable at our attempts to cease all suffering. The funny thing is, we are the cause of this suffering. Like a rabid dog, we maul ourselves on the pretense that we are doing good. We are doing the right thing. Terrorism is bad, it hurts people. So lets go blow up another country, rob them blind and make them pay for the mess we made ourselves; never mind the fact that they have no idea what you're talking about and chances are had nothing to do with the whole matter.
It seems to me that we just like watching other peoples' pain on the 6 o'clock news. The media's picked up on this a long time ago. If you're headlining story isn't a scandal, murder, a war or has a picture of some poor half-dead child from the other side of the planet; you're paper won't sell. We've used the most mundane of reasons to start war, everything from public opion to bananas. Anything, to get that octane high you get from watching another man's life ebb away.
I suppose i should end this by saying we all should just get along and be happy that we're here to share this magnificent gift called life. I don't think that that would achieve anything though, do you? What I'll do is end this with a question, how do you feel about your life? Has it been good to you? What do you think of your neighbours, do you want to kill them to?
Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Morituri te salutant.......
2,365,200,000 seconds, 82,125 square meals if you're lucky, hopefully 11 years of school, 4 years of university and 1 degree. A marriage, a child or two, a cat and/or a dog. 20 years worth of mortgage to pay off and maybe that long in student loans. A casket and some flowers and a lot of teary friends and relatives if you were well liked.
That more or less sums up a lifetime for some of us. Of course it could also mean half that many seconds and meals, no school at all and a bomb or two blowing up nearby which would be the case of most of us here.
"Every second, 165 people die for any number of reasons, mostly to do with war, hunger or poverty."
The odds seemed stacked up against us but we always seem to persevere, to move forward. Kicking and screaming but forward never the less. We can find ourselves being at our most noble when faced with adversity. A man digs through the rubble of a bombed out shelter to save a child he doesn't even know. Yet we seem so adamant at killing each other over the most obscure and intangible reasons. Faith, Religion, Politics and Money. All are there to lead us out of this darkness but forever damning us to this eternal cycle of violence, hate and murder.
What is murder? When a man kills another man in cold blood; that is murder. A change of labels and soldier kills another soldier, man, woman or child, and that is just status quo. That is him just following orders.
What is the comedy though? What is there to laugh about? The thing is we are the comedy. We applaud ourselves for how good we are, how civilised, how charitable at our attempts to cease all suffering. The funny thing is, we are the cause of this suffering. Like a rabid dog, we maul ourselves on the pretense that we are doing good. We are doing the right thing. Terrorism is bad, it hurts people. So lets go blow up another country, rob them blind and make them pay for the mess we made ourselves; never mind the fact that they have no idea what you're talking about and chances are had nothing to do with the whole matter.
It seems to me that we just like watching other peoples' pain on the 6 o'clock news. The media's picked up on this a long time ago. If you're headlining story isn't a scandal, murder, a war or has a picture of some poor half-dead child from the other side of the planet; you're paper won't sell. We've used the most mundane of reasons to start war, everything from public opion to bananas. Anything, to get that octane high you get from watching another man's life ebb away.
I suppose i should end this by saying we all should just get along and be happy that we're here to share this magnificent gift called life. I don't think that that would achieve anything though, do you? What I'll do is end this with a question, how do you feel about your life? Has it been good to you? What do you think of your neighbours, do you want to kill them to?
Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Morituri te salutant.......
Friday, October 2, 2009
Hope
Hope is one of the most important emotions a person can have. Sometimes it truly is the only reason you can go on. Why is that? Is it necessary to believe beyond doubt that something good will happen when in all likelihood the worst is all there is? I suppose it's how the human psyche has evolved to deal with horrible situations and insinuations that you are about to meet a grizly end in the belly of some toothed beast.
Hope it seems to me, is blind. It takes no consideration to what's happening out there in the real world. Without hope i guess there'd be no reason for continuing, there'd be no forward momentum. Saying that, that's only assuming that if you didn't have hope, you'd reside in the other end of the spectrum, hopelessness. But why is that? Isn't there a state of non-hope that isn't hopelessness? A kind of 'blah' point if you get my drift.
Hope though is a hardy emotion, the ultimate silver lining. It's hard to wear down and can generally float in any kind of crap that you happen to be in. It can be bolstered, especially if alcohol is involved, it can even be passed along. It truly is the strongest feeling you'll ever feel. Without it though, you'd be nothing.
The point I'm trying to make is, that regardless of your circumstances, never give up, don't lose hope. For if you do, then it really doesn't matter if that grizzly end hits you or not. At the very least, even if you do succumb and all is lost, at least you know you didn't give up... ;-)
Hope it seems to me, is blind. It takes no consideration to what's happening out there in the real world. Without hope i guess there'd be no reason for continuing, there'd be no forward momentum. Saying that, that's only assuming that if you didn't have hope, you'd reside in the other end of the spectrum, hopelessness. But why is that? Isn't there a state of non-hope that isn't hopelessness? A kind of 'blah' point if you get my drift.
Hope though is a hardy emotion, the ultimate silver lining. It's hard to wear down and can generally float in any kind of crap that you happen to be in. It can be bolstered, especially if alcohol is involved, it can even be passed along. It truly is the strongest feeling you'll ever feel. Without it though, you'd be nothing.
The point I'm trying to make is, that regardless of your circumstances, never give up, don't lose hope. For if you do, then it really doesn't matter if that grizzly end hits you or not. At the very least, even if you do succumb and all is lost, at least you know you didn't give up... ;-)
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