Today I learnt how ungrateful we, the people, truly are.
I was sat on the train and was asked (along with some other people) to move seats as a wheelchair was coming abroad.
I was the only one to move.
Sitting comfortably on the floor I see the man wheeled in, unable to speak or do anything for himself. I’m sure he didn’t want any pity and possibly didn’t even know the meaning of the word but I can’t help but admit it was sad to see. A life wasted and one that would have been better never lived.
We moan about so much but at least we have that option. The man in the wheelchair had no say in anything.
The next time you or I think we have it tough it would be worth remembering him.
Over the last few years I’ve been trying to apply some of the lessons I’ve learn from various religions and practices. The most prevalent is to pass something on, something helpful or ‘good’ for lack of a better word. All for no other reason than because I want to do it.
After all, you don’t need a reason to help people, however we’d be telling lies if we didn’t admit that it made us feel better seeing someone else smile because of something we did, even selfless acts are not selfless but at least they can be a benefit to both parties.
What will you pass on today?
I know that look on your face
It’s young and full of hope
One day you will know mine too
I must admit. Having to please the powers that be is not my strong point, I loath how they procrastinate and then expect everything done at the drop of a hat, but then again I guess that’s life.
It’s become pretty obvious why I’e stayed the course of my chosen career over the years, even though I still walk that path there are people in my way and unfortunately I can’t power through them, oh no. These people I need to agree to let me past before I can keep progressing. They are guarding all the gates and holding all the keys, yet they live in a world that is based on rules. I just have to learn what rules can be bent and which can be broken.
I need to be patient.
I hate the fact I still love you.
No, I really do.
I told you long ago
Our fates were linked
Like two rivers that met and can never become distinguished again
Shame we couldn’t even stay as friends.
Why is it that we sit and watch the world go by always wishing we had more but never moving fro out seat to go and get more?
Or is it for some other reason?
Perhaps we spend so long lusting after what we can’t have we forget to purse what we can. As with anything there is always cost that needs to be paid. Some costs are high, while others not so much,but regardless there is always a cost. Some sell friendships, others respect and those rare few who make it big sell who they were for the chance to become something they’re not, or rather something they’ve always wanted to be.
Would you be willing to pay such a price?
We all start off good and become worn down over time by the monotony of life and the simple unchanging fact that it’s not fair but then again it never was, nor was it ever meant to be. If life was fair everyone would be equal and there would be no struggles for power, land money or praise. Oh no… there would only be people who want to help each other and share in their success. People willing to give back to one another and fulfil that void and in essence learn what i means to be a part of a species.
I feel that sometimes we forget that we are all one in the same., well, physiologically anyway. Of course there will always be outliers, those genetic anomalies who fall outside the bell curve and will either cause great pain or seek to improve the world for the better.
Huh… I never looked at it like that before.