What if there was no fight? Would a book be worth turning the page? Would a TV be worth investing in? Would people run around the country killing each other? Would neighbor turn against neighbor? Would father turn on son, or son turn on father? Would the world stop mass destruction? What if there was no fight?
Animals and humans are more alike than most would admit, even myself at times. But, when we submit ourselves to instant gratification, and might makes right, we are nothing but dogs. Where in this world of conflict and pain has mankind gotten off the right train?
Did it start in the beginning? When Adam and Eve chose to eat of the fruit they were commanded not to eat? Or did it start before that? In the premortal life when Satan overtook the beautiful lives of a third? And, if it did start then, and continues today, how are we supposed to put it to an end?
In a day when right is wrong, and wrong is right, where do you draw the line? Do you protect yourself when someone breaks into your house at night? Do you allow them to rob you with submission? Or do you fight?
What makes a person entitled to take something that is not theirs? And what entitles them to do it? Does a gun? A group of friends? Or is it desperation? What is inside their minds that creates the thought of overpowering someone or something? Is it to prove power? Dominance? Of is someone making them do it?
We live in an age where we blame everyone but ourselves for our actions. So, if someone tries to kill you, are you entitled to kill them? What about their family? Their friends? Their lives? Are they not also a son or daughter? Father or mother? Brother or sister? Does any of this matter?
Or is it because we are self-absorbed? Thinking only of ourselves. Are our lives the only ones that matter? Don’t other people’s? If they are not relatives or friends, do they not deserve to live? Is that how this all started? Because last time I checked, we were all related.
It doesn’t matter what color our skin is. Or our hair. Or even our eyes. We are brothers and sisters. Why can’t we get along? Why can’t we love one another instead of hate? Why can’t we look deeper than the outside, and see the incredible spirits we are?
When did we stop believing? Stop believing in ourselves? In our fellow men? In our leaders? And most importantly, in our God? What is the reason we are here? Is it not to learn, grow, and be tested? Will we pass the test if we do not love? If we do not care? If we do not feel? What are we here to learn?
Of course, each one of us is different, unique. No other person in the world is identical to you, or me. So, what is your purpose? What is my purpose? What is the purpose of the person standing next to you? Do we have a purpose? Is there a meaning behind all this? Or are we like chopped logs, floating aimlessly down a river heading nowhere?
I don’t want to be headed nowhere. I want to have purpose. Meaning. A reason for living. A motivation for waking up every morning and thinking that today is going to be better than yesterday. So, what am I going to do today, to make it better than yesterday? Because ultimately, it is up to me, and only me. I have the power of making choices, and the consequences follow.
Faith. It is all about faith. I will take faith with me as my guide. I will arm myself with hope for a better future. And charity to love those who I do and do not meet. I will always have faith. Will you?
Will you stand with me today and say you have faith? Will you open your eyes and see a today that is better than yesterday? And a tomorrow that is better than today? Or have you lost faith? I pray we have faith, somewhere deep inside our souls, close to our hearts. Because in a day of so much turmoil, we are going to need faith as our guiding light. And what should we have faith in, you may ask…well, none other than our Older Brother, and His Father. Because, if it were not for them, where would we be?
Animals and humans are more alike than most would admit, even myself at times. But, when we submit ourselves to instant gratification, and might makes right, we are nothing but dogs. Where in this world of conflict and pain has mankind gotten off the right train?
Did it start in the beginning? When Adam and Eve chose to eat of the fruit they were commanded not to eat? Or did it start before that? In the premortal life when Satan overtook the beautiful lives of a third? And, if it did start then, and continues today, how are we supposed to put it to an end?
In a day when right is wrong, and wrong is right, where do you draw the line? Do you protect yourself when someone breaks into your house at night? Do you allow them to rob you with submission? Or do you fight?
What makes a person entitled to take something that is not theirs? And what entitles them to do it? Does a gun? A group of friends? Or is it desperation? What is inside their minds that creates the thought of overpowering someone or something? Is it to prove power? Dominance? Of is someone making them do it?
We live in an age where we blame everyone but ourselves for our actions. So, if someone tries to kill you, are you entitled to kill them? What about their family? Their friends? Their lives? Are they not also a son or daughter? Father or mother? Brother or sister? Does any of this matter?
Or is it because we are self-absorbed? Thinking only of ourselves. Are our lives the only ones that matter? Don’t other people’s? If they are not relatives or friends, do they not deserve to live? Is that how this all started? Because last time I checked, we were all related.
It doesn’t matter what color our skin is. Or our hair. Or even our eyes. We are brothers and sisters. Why can’t we get along? Why can’t we love one another instead of hate? Why can’t we look deeper than the outside, and see the incredible spirits we are?
When did we stop believing? Stop believing in ourselves? In our fellow men? In our leaders? And most importantly, in our God? What is the reason we are here? Is it not to learn, grow, and be tested? Will we pass the test if we do not love? If we do not care? If we do not feel? What are we here to learn?
Of course, each one of us is different, unique. No other person in the world is identical to you, or me. So, what is your purpose? What is my purpose? What is the purpose of the person standing next to you? Do we have a purpose? Is there a meaning behind all this? Or are we like chopped logs, floating aimlessly down a river heading nowhere?
I don’t want to be headed nowhere. I want to have purpose. Meaning. A reason for living. A motivation for waking up every morning and thinking that today is going to be better than yesterday. So, what am I going to do today, to make it better than yesterday? Because ultimately, it is up to me, and only me. I have the power of making choices, and the consequences follow.
Faith. It is all about faith. I will take faith with me as my guide. I will arm myself with hope for a better future. And charity to love those who I do and do not meet. I will always have faith. Will you?
Will you stand with me today and say you have faith? Will you open your eyes and see a today that is better than yesterday? And a tomorrow that is better than today? Or have you lost faith? I pray we have faith, somewhere deep inside our souls, close to our hearts. Because in a day of so much turmoil, we are going to need faith as our guiding light. And what should we have faith in, you may ask…well, none other than our Older Brother, and His Father. Because, if it were not for them, where would we be?
1 comment:
There must be opposition in all things, otherwise we would never appreciate our health, and our happiness. As much as I hate to get sick, it really makes me ralize how healthy I really am, and makes me want to preserve the health I have. You are right, every story needs a conflict or the reader would lose interest.
Your writting is progressing beautifully. Keep it up.
Sure Love Ya,
Karleen
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