Beyond Known Boundries

Entertainment lends itself to broken bits of hope, it flails and flounders, severed yet leeching the light from the silent soul that lives. It is a pompous ego that breeds and a mealy mouth that independently struggles against the bravery of discovering oneself. Adopting yourself into the moments among this life can yield gifts that span beyond the imaginative embraces of want.

There is this movement among my generation that believes the only contribution they have to this life is for entertainment purposes. They contort their bodies, suck flesh from them, add fat to them, place bags in them, dress themselves in pricey garb and seek adoration from strangers in this world, a moments fancy within their drama, and they call it life. I see the life around me, it is not entertainment, it is sorely lacking the attention that it desires, it is starving, bleeding from bullets of hate, thirsting for water, and imprisoned by those that feel they are different, smarter or better, but none of it is entertaining to me.

Among the conscious decisions that we are granted in this life, above all others we should be instilled at a very young age, decisions of ethical obligation, for those that lack, those that have should embark upon restructuring our social economic foundations. From the base of our society we should reach out to those that could benefit from time and efforts, social centers of hobby, centers of a community that can enrich the true natures of our society, and enable these children of our future with the tools to assist them in situations we may not be a witness to, share strengths for character that will eventually allow the prevalent destructive behaviors to be unacceptable within this society. We currently have a ticking time bomb in our hands and many blind eyes entertain themselves with distractions of gluttony; food, drink, unnecessary objects of expense, sex, porn, self centered entertainment lacking intimacy, immediate gratifications in all their wondrous shapes and intricate designs?!

As the degradation of our society becomes known to the world we continue to struggle with these better than the Jones’s notions, continue to live a life without care, what was once a powerful nation has now bankrupt itself to every country around us and the games continue!? We must take care everywhere, everyday, to end this cycle of masochism, truly we only hurting our quality of life as the food chain dwindles. Those around us begin to fall deeply, beyond our reach, there is no entertainment in this, it is real, alive and should be very painful to witness. To release this burden we must fight for our nation, each and every one that creates it, the trickle down effect has to end, eventually it will be you, or I, each of us are accountable and an intricate piece within this puzzle. The longer we continue to deny our own frailties, the longer we isolate our problems, the deeper the muck becomes.

Have we all become so right and special the we can no longer walk upon the same landscape? Perhaps we are all different in perception, in choices, in routine, but elementally, energetically, we are all made up of the same finite particles that dwell inside this world. It is a place that must be honored, a place of unity, a place without religious boundaries, or concepts, we tread upon the same Earthly ground skewing its views to meet our selfish ends?! Is that all we are here for? Is this to be our legacy?

So we are smart, cute, funny, peculiar, hot, unique, beautiful, confused, pained, at odds, at a crossroads, right, wrong, burdened, poor, hungry, tired, stressed, ruined, beginning again, feeling, caring, sentimental, kind, giving, loving, joyous, too smiley, weird, talkative, rich, elaborate, eclectic, egotistical, interesting, healing, hopeful, divine, an object of affection, quirky, flamboyant, intense, strong, intelligent, too thin, too dark, too light, tasteless, cruel, broken, abused, spoiled, extravagant, immoral, excited, glowing, sweet, sour, sick, ill, creative, strange, isolated, obsessive, addicted, controlling, lost, happy, depressed?!? Okay, these are places in our time, pieces of us that create an environment of witness, experience, they are life, all our lives, somewhere, in time.

To reach inside and pull that place of empathy from its core of recognition, to hold your heart in your hand, exposed, to ask, to share, to give, to feel, all life is our obligation, eat it, beat it, kill it, hold it, comfort it, embrace it, laugh at it, joke, persecute it, strip it, chew it up, touch it, sense it, listen to it, adore it, make peace with it whatever you choose to do to it, but know that you have effected it, know that you have taken part in it, and at night be grateful you had it, or change, reach out, open up to it, break the glass ceiling of patterns, rise above your past, reach into your hopes, look into the spaces before you with eyes that feel. Have a hand in change, changing the emptiness that believes nothing matters, nothing counts. It does, one of us somewhere has felt it, knows of it. There is no empty spaces between in this world, they all live and breath inside one of us, somewhere, right or wrong, special or not, followed, forgotten, but never unfelt.  We are all children to the unknown, life in one hand, choices in the other, we must find a way to meet in the middle.