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Random Rantamble;  Driving home from work after 11hrs.  I’m tired, damn hungry and sticky.  Low sugar, humidity and traffic are my foes.  Nothing good on the radio, so nothing to soothe me (CSX, please stop playing Bon Jovi.  Your Classic Rock, not Pop).

I’m behind a metallic olive green Toyota.  Two females in the front.  Child in back.  I’m in the lane behind them to the left.  Out comes the drivers hand, with a nice long piece of plastic wrap, which she very gracefully lets go so it can fly and be free with all the other litter in Detroit.  I get enraged ( I hate littering, especially smokers who think it’s their God given right to throw all their butts out into the environment).  I go to pass, frowning, just to give a glare, and the driver is sitting there sucking the crumbs and leftovers out off of her fingers.  How disgusting.  The whole ordeal didn’t phase her a bit.  Someone without a care in the world indeed.

But why did I care?  Why do I care?  There are so many people like that…..selfish….

I immediately tried to “justify” their actions….to put myself  in their shoes.  Only thing I could come up with is that they just didn’t care about anyone or anything but themselves…..pretty compassionless, but honest on my part

By the time I got home, I was able to self-talk myself into realizing that I am not perfect, and should not judge….but what should one do, when others, unlike oneself…. just….don’t…..care….

New International Version (©1984)
How can you say to your brother, ‘Brother, let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when you yourself fail to see the plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

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Escapism vs. Waking Up

Posted: June 19, 2010 in lessons, life
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In the West, reality is never an option.  Escapism is a must.  A lesson learned, but bitter for one who wants compassion and simplicity.  Wake up, wake up, wake up…..but don’t look…cause you won’t like what you see…

24 hours later, and the sky whispers to you in a sunshine voice, “Those bandaids are ugly ya know..”

If I had only read Bukowski as a teenager, maybe I would of been made wise that it didn’t matter what path I chose, life is a struggle.  A young man with dreams, became a family man with dreams, became a number with dreams.  I rebelled and reached for my dream of writing, and nearly lost everything.  Though the wisdom I gained in the process is priceless.  

A  man with dreams, now a number once again, but with the young man in his heart.  There are no gaps, there will always be struggle. 

Live, struggle, but only do it with passion and strength.

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