A phone call. A realization. We are all struggling. Everyone I know is trying to cope and feels they are failing on at least one level. And we are the fortunate ones. We lead comfortable lives. Lives millions, billions of people cannot even imagine. It is so far from their reality, it is beyond their comprehension. However, the suffering of others, does not ease our own. It doesn't work that way. Everyone is entitled to his own problems.
People dear to me are suffering. I found out the other day through a phone call. It got me thinking. And then it hit me, we are all suffering.
The preachers I saw on Sunday morning television would have us believe that this is a test of some kind, a rite of passage into a brighter future - depending on their particular interpretation of scripture, in this life or the next.
I don't know. It's a convenient enough explanation, I guess. And if you buy into it, it might even substantially help you to deal with things and thus deliver some of its promises.
I'm not a customer though. It seems too simple. I realize I've a tendency towards complication. A knack for often questioning things other people take for granted or accept as part of the way things are. It's a personal trait that sure doesn't make things, life, easier, but I believe that I will keep on struggling and look for answers on my own. I just don't think they can be found on the latest DVD set of a guy with bleached teeth whose smile looks like a testament to the stretchability of human skin. I may be wrong, but I like making my own mistakes.
People dear to me are suffering. I found out the other day through a phone call. It got me thinking. And then it hit me, we are all suffering.
The preachers I saw on Sunday morning television would have us believe that this is a test of some kind, a rite of passage into a brighter future - depending on their particular interpretation of scripture, in this life or the next.
I don't know. It's a convenient enough explanation, I guess. And if you buy into it, it might even substantially help you to deal with things and thus deliver some of its promises.
I'm not a customer though. It seems too simple. I realize I've a tendency towards complication. A knack for often questioning things other people take for granted or accept as part of the way things are. It's a personal trait that sure doesn't make things, life, easier, but I believe that I will keep on struggling and look for answers on my own. I just don't think they can be found on the latest DVD set of a guy with bleached teeth whose smile looks like a testament to the stretchability of human skin. I may be wrong, but I like making my own mistakes.
on human suffering, I once had a "friend" tell me that I was raped as a karmic slap for not learning a lesson the universe had presented me. that fucked with me for quite some time. I think the real question is why we resist suffering. is it not true and real?
I'm not saying that people should go walking into traffic, but when something is sad, I don't understand our need to undo the sadness so immediately.
I have an aunt who was a firefighter and she was killed in the line of duty (over six year ago) and at the wake, my family weeped openly and it was very beautiful. it was loud and wet and raw and BEAUTIFUL.