Tuesday, April 06, 2004

6 April 2004

how long will it take for our species to wake and see the truth, and evidence that rides upon the wave of our ignorance, and just plain old stupidity, and arrogance, sometimes I feel such love and frustration, as I see the pain and joy human beings are capable of, we are a collective conscience that is suffering like a diseased plant as each leave falls the next just follows without question or thought, all we need is love which cant be said enough, are people so blind that they don’t see the pain they cause from thinking only of the self, and that all you have to do is give, give and you will receive, there is a balance which has to be maintained, but one should not give to get, but give and politely return what one has to those who need it more, I wish for no being to suffer, especially by my own hands, as we are all connected, sometimes I feel such pain, when I see others suffering, and cant but help think that we are all in this together yet people still feel that they have to be first, or have the most and best, that doesn’t mean anything in the whole world, what good is it when we die and we had a fast car or big house, it doesn’t count what you took, but what you give, I feel I want to give my heart to every one I see so that they may understand that so much of this world is empty, all you have to realise is what the truth truly is, and not what you want it to be, you don’t even have to understand, just be aware of what is around, we live a life that is constantly about pushing death aside so that we ignore and forget about it so that we don’t have to deal with it, thou sometimes I find myself afraid and hesitant of letting go of it all, and just giving myself completely to it all, i’m more afraid of what is on the other side, and that it’s the end, just no more, I am also intrigued thou, but i’m in no hurry to find out, I have so much I want to do, and people to help, sometimes I wish I could fast forward and rewind.


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