Got out of physical therapy today to hear about a terrorist attack in lower Manhattan. To close to home since I work in the area I made phone calls and thankfully as far as I know everyone is safe. Then I saw the Immediate reaction from the usual suspects on both sides. What do we call this? A terrorist attack? Wait we have to see the ethnicity of the attacker if it doesn’t fit the narrative we have to call it something else. Seriously I’m tired of this. Do you really think the families that were killed today give a damn what we call it? Today we lost innocent lives you call it what you want, to push your political agenda, be it a white guy in Vegas or an apparent middle eastern individual in Manhattan it is best identified as the actions of a deranged coward. Taking innocent lives does not advance your cause, rid you of your demons or worship your god it simply makes you a killer. Global warming, comet strike, etc none of that will be the end of man. Man will be the end of man and sadly we seem to be in a rush to get to the finish line.
As agent Smith said in the Matrix
“Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You’re a plague”
Inside the complex mind of the most Intelligent human resides the mind of a child. A mind unfiltered by society’s beliefs and prejudices. A mind that does not see ethnic background, nationality or color of their skin. A mind that does not distinguish between gender or sexual orientation. A mind that does not value someone based on socio-economic standing. But a mind that simply sees another human, a smiling face to interact with. The beauty in its simplicity can not be fully described by even the most complex of minds.
Sometimes the way out of the dark is not to simply shine a light on the road ahead but rather feel for and crash into what you cannot see. The journey may be more arduous but arriving at the destination is undoubtedly sweeter.
Never worry what others think because no matter how strange they think you are true love will always prevail
How do I know I love you?
I know because I would choose to walk through the raindrops with you by my side than bask in the sunshine with someone else.
That’s how I know I love you.
Open yourself up and be quiet now for it is raining. Let your body be still and listen closely
and you will hear. There are those who curse the rain unable or unwilling to process its pure essence. Rain talks to us, it cleanse the earth, it cleanse the soul. No one shower is quite like another. Let your eyes gaze upon the beauty of the sky as it randomly lights up from the bolts of lightning. Feel the cool upon your skin on a sultry summer day. Hear it’s yell as it unleashes its booming thunderclaps, hear it’s soft whisper as its drizzle touches down beneath our feet. Allow yourself to open all your senses it and you will understand it. You will feel it’s very essence deep within your soul. Rain is nature’s way of talking us, showing us her power and beauty. Guiding us through the darkness, providing the elements that can both wash away the past and seed a new beginning. So open yourself up and be quiet now for it is raining and there is nothing more beautiful than that.
I close my eyes and listen for the silence. I have subconsciously transported my soul, my inner self, to another level. A level where I am all alone, where nothing or no one can touch me. It is here where I find my peace unburdened by expectations, free to speak, even if no one is listening, my feelings, unafraid of what obstacle a higher power has deemed I must jump over this time. Here I feel free a sense of calm. There is no show to put on for others, no feelings to hold on to so as not to offend others, no worries about the next setback. Here I can just be me. But I know I can not stay in this place. So I open my eyes and the light shines through, the noise is all around and I am transported back to reality. It is back to who I am or who I pretend to be. Others will live their lives unencumbered by who I’m really am. They will live with only a hint of the true me that slips out from time to time. I guess that is the way it must be for as Mr. Spock once said the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and I am the few.