Life’s Patterns

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Existing as a human, a random outcome when DNA perhaps combines joyously stacks the odds against us right from the beginning. We’re rather frail and vulnerable, but with care, nurture, and hopefully love, or maybe not, we manage to survive and even sometimes thrive despite what life can throw our way. The disasters we encounter – natural or otherwise – can be life-altering. There’s nothing more devastating than having to fight life’s indiscriminate catastrophes. Dealing with and even overcoming some of these moments can be excruciating. It is a “Survival of the fittest” world, just as Darwin described it. The physical world endures merely because of having the strength to survive.

When I look at this capitalistic society, it primarily operates the same way. The financially fittest are a class unto themselves. “Here’s a wild statistic: The 26 richest people on earth in 2018 had the same net worth as the poorest half of the world’s population, some 3.8 billion people.” It’s only a small top tier of obnoxiously wealthy individuals whose wealth sets them apart from most humans. Financial woes will probably never be an issue for them unless they do something so heinous that it topples their kingdom. Some individuals repeat that mantra with a vengeance. And some of those, survive in such a fashion that is a detriment to others — shame on them. Being rich, even ultra-hoarding rich, is not the problem, hurting others to remain rich is. And that’s the point. They think that only they should survive. 

It is sad to see so many people perish because the arrogant don’t care. Watching those far removed actively engaged in the destruction of other’s lives for their gain seems monstrous to me. How do they sleep at night?

A fair amount of my life is over, and statistically, I might see about another 20 years. I hope that wealth inequality in this world sees a tremendous change before my demise. There is no reason in this universe that there should be starving children, homeless people, or otherwise destitute individuals.

We should be taking care of each other.

WWGD

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No, not What Would God Do. It’s all on you.

Much of our lives is undoing the damage we brought forth from our childhood into the adult version of us. For years we reacted from an uncomfortable emotional space, unconsciously inhabited, but seemingly normal. Angry, sad, desperate children trapped in a much taller and larger body. But is it possible we could picture how an adult would respond instead of opting for a knee jerk pitch from our past? Might the outcome be different? Even if we can’t always do the best thing in every situation, isn’t it worthy of a try? It would seem to be a good enough reason to make that conscious effort of saying to oneself, “What would a grown-up do?” precisely because continuing to repeat old patterns of behavior gets us nowhere.

Just a thought.

 

Past Lies

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“Whites saw Indians as obstacles to settlement, not rightful proprietors. Whites possessed presumptive rights because they represented a superior civilization. Indians were merely “savages”, incapable of putting the land to its highest possible use.” “Feel-good morality tales, in which the good guys can do no wrong and the bad guys can do no right, are far from harmless. They feed the notion that one side, inspired by righteousness, possesses the right to kill. They fuel the destructive cycle of revenge, for the villainous acts committed by the bad guys must be avenged. The emotions stirred in stories such as The Patriot are elemental but base: we want the enemy to go down. Justice is achieved through killing.”
Ray Raphael, author of Founding Myths – Stories That Hide Our Patriotic Past

This thought-process explains why the military defense gets over half of the US budget. The mindset of the powerful is and has always been one of conquest. They expect everyone to feel the same and fall in line. Those who whitewash history know this. It’s precisely why our children don’t learn the reality of this country’s past as teachers shovel feel-good stories about patriotism. The United States tries to deflect on every level all the shit they have done.

It’s disgusting.

 

Love’s Futility

Knowing you by peekabooitsjeru

Knowing you, hurt me.
Knowing you, brought pain.
Knowing you, felt great at once.
Knowing you, made me happy.

But in the end,
Knowing you, drove me insane.

Please set me free by hecblogger

I don’t love you anymore
my dear, please set me free
please move on, I implore
I don’t love you anymore
whatever it was, is no more
this dead love let’s bury
I don’t love you anymore
my dear, please set me free

 

I found these sentiments on July 12, 2019, by two separate people about the almost identical concept. It’s one many of us who inhabit this earth has faced at one time or another. I’ve sat with both pieces for about two months now and this is the conclusion I’ve reached…

 

I will add that it only applies to some loves. 🙂

Ka-Ching

We frequently see acclaim for those in the public eye who wear their good fortune openly and flash their success onto the masses who possess none. They lead a charmed, even envied life. You know them by their appearance, their amassed wealth, and titles of importance. They have extreme visibility and name recognition.

I would venture a guess those fortunate few know exactly how uncomfortable life would be for them without money. They understand not having money means not only less comfort but less luxury as well. There is no such thing as being pampered when you are an average person. I suspect this is why they do everything in their power to ensure they will never have to live like a poor person. Who wants to be living in distress, battling disease or injury on top of the day to day stresses? What I observe is the rich insulating themselves in their own little worlds to avoid the crises and tragedies the average person must usually endure. Obscene wealth helps them control their environment in a way to mitigate what regular citizens see as life always just happening to them. The less fortunate are, at the very least, having to cope daily and trying not to succumb in the process. It’s a hustle all the time, and full of pressure.

Rich people don’t cope. They don’t have to. All that is required is to manage because they have the breathing room to do so. Ka-Ching!

And the moral of the story? The label middle-class seems like the best place to reside.

My Other Babies

Writing pieces for publication is like having children.

Each one I give birth to (write) will be nurtured (reviewed & edited) until it is grown-up (complete). Then I reluctantly let it go out into the world (publish it). My hope is that it is written well enough to have an impact on the world in a positive way.

My descendants (inspired audience) will continue the good that was started with just an idea or brief thought to hopefully make this world a better place.

May my legacy (my other babies) be remembered well.

Originally posted at Susi’s Soap Box 6/5/2013