Wednesday, November 15, 2006

“the world died today,”

“did anybody notice?”

                          Aria Sharp - “Sanctum”

A tear, a story, lost within a memory.  One day, through war or nature, this world will end.   Science declares that we freeze to death…if we don’t burn to death.  This would proclaim that in a few million years, it won’t matter what we did or who we were because there will be no one to remember it. 

Does this just not further suggest that to every end and every means, we exist to further our own souls, learn from the world around us and help others achieve that balance that so few of us seem capeable of achieving?

As we question our own divinity or entropy, I hope that we can remember that everything happens for a reason.

At the end of the day, what matters the most?

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Wednesday, November 8, 2006

“It’s been a long night, and I don’t remember”

 ”How, we got in this fight.”

                         Aria Sharp - Not this Life

Why does someone’s right, make someone’s wrong?  It never seems enough that there is a belief, but it must be further defined by stating that the opposite belief is wrong…and this is where the world goes wrong.

The world shouldn’t have to fight with itself…but it always will.

There will always be people who are not content with faith in themselves and their own beliefs, but will do actions to try and shame those who are not the same.  Where do we draw from ourselves, the ability to cause pain in others?

 Do we really believe that we’re doing the right thing by hurting someone else?  Is it really for their own good, or is it for our own pride?

We all do hurtful things…the difference, is if you are willing to apologize for them; even when there is no apology offerered in return…even if hateful, hurtful things are given to you for your attempted entreaty.

 We are only as much as we let ourselves be, and forgive ourselves for.

 …Hate is an elusive creature that hides beneath our fingernails, as we pretend the dirt is actually polish.   It worms its way into our words and our hearts while masking itself as our pride so that we can justify it under another name.

 …be careful, with what you do and say; you never know who it might affect, touch or taint…and what consequences they may have.  You could break a soul, heal a heart or bring forth the chance to understand with mere words.

Everything happens for a reason…good or bad.   It is what we do with either that matters most.

It defines who we are…and if we are willing to change that; or even want to.

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