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A Message to the World
16 years ago
To a world. To those of you who know me, and to those of you who don't. Even to those who will never hear me at all. I've spent a lot of time waiting. A lot of time hoping, holding back what I need to say, doubting that I'd ever be heard by anyone. One more class, one more worthless piece of paper, and I'll be ready. People will listen then. That's what I used to tell myself, knowing deep down that none of it would matter.
I've had a lot of time to think. Think, and watch those around me, whether it be in real life or online. It's a busy, blitzing world, full of constant stresses and endless mounds of paperwork. You have money, and jobs to make that money with.. and then things change, and all that starts going away. I can't help but wonder if we really need all of that. Could it be that we only cling to these things because we don't know what else to do? Are we all lost?
When people find themselves lost, disoriented, they cling to whatever seems familiar, even if it's only a figment of their imaginations. But I'm not here to tell people what they already know. And I'm sure everyone feels it, somewhere in their hearts. Something is missing, and no amount of work, or money, or any of the things we are taught seems to fill it. Often, not even the god(s) shoved into our lives by our religions fills that hole, even though they all assure us that it will.
I've been in that situation. Growing up Baptist, I was 'saved' and 'baptized' repeatedly, to no effect. A moment of acceptance here, another moment there. Then it was the same old drudgery. Getting mocked by the other children in Sunday school. To this day I have no idea why. Such was my life. Lost, alienated from everything and everyone. And so it seemed, there wasn't a scrap of love to be had.
Have I found some magic fix-all for that? Is that why I'm writing, now? No. I have no idea how to make that kind of pain go away. I'm still as lost as I ever was. And in that way, I can't be of any help to you at all. What I can do, is point you to where the love has gone.
It hasn't gone anywhere... As many of the displaced workers of this world have learned in recent times, there is a magic in reaching out to your fellow man. Something about being able to somehow make someone else's life a little better than when you found it, without any strings attached, that gives life a sense of purpose. This is where love is, in doing for others just because.
A little love, a little caring, is more powerful than any government, or any corporation. It can accomplish more in one day than all the money in the world. And it never fails, even when things seem impossible. Even when all seems lost.
I invite any who read this to help me remind the world that love is still out there. On dark, lonely nights, try lighting a candle to help guide home those who are lost in darkness. Seek out the lonely and frightened among you, and keep them close, for they are the most vulnerable. Every time you gather with others, remember the love that brought you together.
The darkest of days are then cause for celebration, not because of what happens, but because we all have each other, and through that power we can never fail.
I've had a lot of time to think. Think, and watch those around me, whether it be in real life or online. It's a busy, blitzing world, full of constant stresses and endless mounds of paperwork. You have money, and jobs to make that money with.. and then things change, and all that starts going away. I can't help but wonder if we really need all of that. Could it be that we only cling to these things because we don't know what else to do? Are we all lost?
When people find themselves lost, disoriented, they cling to whatever seems familiar, even if it's only a figment of their imaginations. But I'm not here to tell people what they already know. And I'm sure everyone feels it, somewhere in their hearts. Something is missing, and no amount of work, or money, or any of the things we are taught seems to fill it. Often, not even the god(s) shoved into our lives by our religions fills that hole, even though they all assure us that it will.
I've been in that situation. Growing up Baptist, I was 'saved' and 'baptized' repeatedly, to no effect. A moment of acceptance here, another moment there. Then it was the same old drudgery. Getting mocked by the other children in Sunday school. To this day I have no idea why. Such was my life. Lost, alienated from everything and everyone. And so it seemed, there wasn't a scrap of love to be had.
Have I found some magic fix-all for that? Is that why I'm writing, now? No. I have no idea how to make that kind of pain go away. I'm still as lost as I ever was. And in that way, I can't be of any help to you at all. What I can do, is point you to where the love has gone.
It hasn't gone anywhere... As many of the displaced workers of this world have learned in recent times, there is a magic in reaching out to your fellow man. Something about being able to somehow make someone else's life a little better than when you found it, without any strings attached, that gives life a sense of purpose. This is where love is, in doing for others just because.
A little love, a little caring, is more powerful than any government, or any corporation. It can accomplish more in one day than all the money in the world. And it never fails, even when things seem impossible. Even when all seems lost.
I invite any who read this to help me remind the world that love is still out there. On dark, lonely nights, try lighting a candle to help guide home those who are lost in darkness. Seek out the lonely and frightened among you, and keep them close, for they are the most vulnerable. Every time you gather with others, remember the love that brought you together.
The darkest of days are then cause for celebration, not because of what happens, but because we all have each other, and through that power we can never fail.
