There is plain and simply NO VALID REASON for hunger and poverty. Our world has enough resources to ensure that EVERYONE in can live a comfortable and healthy life. While disease is not necessarily as easy to eliminate … there is really NO REASON for any epidemic or pandemic to be able to flourish. War is is NEVER a solution. Politics has absolutely NOTHING to do with right thinking. And a closed mind will NEVER grow.
Yet these seem to be the mainstays of human existence.
Anybody care to try to explain that?
The human mind requires duality to cope. We simply are not capable of understanding ANYTHING without at least being aware of its flip side … its opposite. I have said this many times before and my belief has not changed. We cannot truly understand joy until we have felt its absence. We cannot know how amazing love is until we are wounded from the lack of it. And we cannot know the power of hope until we have looked into the face of despair.
I used to think that humanity’s greatest weakness was greed. Greed for power and things. Yet my recent journey through the furnace taught me that maybe I have it wrong. Humanity is marred by greed, but that is actually just a symptom. The real lack might just be something else entirely.
Courage.
Our biggest flaw is we are to scared to do things the hard way. We would rather stagnate in our own comfort then actually WORK for what needs to be for a balanced and healthy society. We are too cowardly to focus on the big, scary, picture when it is so much easier to simply give in to the simple way. Someone is hungry? That is their problem. Obviously they must be doing something wrong since I have no problem becoming obese. People are dying from diseases? Maybe if they ate better and took better care of themselves they wouldn’t suffer so. Good thing I can simply buy the right drug to make me feel better. Those guys are harshing my mellow, and interfering with my comfort zone. It takes WAY to much effort to try to become their friends. So let’s kill them instead. Oh and who cares about whether my words and promises mean anything to anyone … I am getting want I want so I don’t need to worry about them. As a matter of fact, why am I thinking about this silliness? I am perfectly happy in my box.
If humanity wants a chance to continue stepping FORWARD … then we need to find our courage again. Instead we do our best to fight battles that are ultimately meaningless, shoring up our ailing hearts with the delusion that we actually improved something. It is so much easier to pat ourselves on the back for a tiny victory then keep up the fight. We keep throwing kindling on the bonfire instead of logs … and then wonder why the fire seems to be going out.
I recently looked so deeply into the darkness that my own flame almost went out. I am still staggering from the pain and loss I felt; struggling with an emptiness inside that seems larger than my body can hold. But unlike many, I have something inside me that forces me to take the “hard” way … the road that others so often fear. I am writhing in despair right now, yet I am still crawling along on bloody hands and knees. Why is this?
This is what I said to a group of healers I went to in desperation: Despair is not an end of hope … just an end of current options. I am too damn stubborn not to keep looking for options … even if I end up a bloody pulp in the process. But that does not mean the hollow pit inside is any less hollow. Even the strongest heart needs a warm hand on it sometimes.
I have no answers at the moment. I have run out of options … or at least I am currently blind to them. I am not sure why I am even writing this … other than to try to find some sense in the chaos.
I think I am going to order some Chinese Take-Out.
