bad hair days in captivity

 December 8, 2008

In so many ways - not so much in words can reveal just how the human condition rests on money, wealth and power, but to realize it serves in almost every turn from the minute you are born. To have half of what I can call my own might in fact make some sense - let me imagine this were true as long as I had a deposit down - then after some thoughtful analysis, I'd relinquish my monetary assets. What would I have accomplished is the kind of answer I would want myself to seek, however, sadly - one cannot imagine this type of self-examination. For everything I feel I'm capable of doing, my honest reference to it would be one of complete generosity. Consumption, self-absorption, or less of the things you find less interest in that cause for indulgence as one's impulse commands probably signify the need for such intolerable behavior within the world we live in. That in itself might be a powerful metaphor to look into, or worth looking out of even in spite of how we neglect ourselves in the same process. I find myself truly guilty of so many of these lies, yet, we're all born from it. What kind of person that makes me, I don't know, but what I do find is that because I face myself asking these same questions - the world around me might not be everything it appears. It's not the kind of instance one meets with danger, it is a remedy to help ease the surface of my own skin. A mind for the peace life has to offer. Something that I revive if the world were a safer place, my thoughts are in it.

It is a curious yet funny thing to me. I have never wished that I had more. I have never wished that someone had less than me. But I have always wished that someone had as much as me. That I think - is the one true aspect of my personality that makes me different from those who really see me as I see myself through others. It is what makes a difference with every person in my life.