Monday, October 27, 2008

Readers, Dad... They're Called Readers...

I dunno how this is possible. I felt okay about the post below, but not great. I felt like I'd intellectualized the world to pieces, making it all seem so sour and full of angry, angry puss (the pimply kind, not the blister kind), that I felt vindicated and above all "correct" (look at me! A hypocrite, I say), and then I get a nice burst of wonderful, courtesy of a friend's wife and her blog that I kinda sorta stalk (he, my friend, rarely writes on it, and I don't really know his wife too well, so it's mildly awkward to reference her blog, and the fact that I read it, here, but it did quite a number on me...).

While I can spout all kinds of philosophies and ideals and how I feel the world cannot simply be run on the choices of fallible humans, I should never forget the wonderful-ness humanity can bring when channeled in the proper direction. I think that's why politics really infuriate me; not because of their freedom-imposing choices, but because of their hateful speeches and the dirty tactics often employed in order to push one's agenda to the forefront. It all seems so slimey and forced, as opposed to honest and truthful. But, in spite of it all, I believe that no matter what freedoms are destroyed, humanity will always be able to find joy.

Life sucks. It's pretty much as cut and dried as that, but it cannot suck the entire life out of what we have come to enjoy. In pursuing our own self-interests, we have the right to find happiness and joy, and hopefully we can all be altruistic human beings, and make our own joy the joy of others as well. There are many people out there who make it their mission to serve those around them, and to make the lives of others great, while at the same time finding joy in their service. I know I have never served someone without feeling unbelievably good about it. Selfless service, it seems, is the answer to humanity's woes. A society based on service and overall caring of one another is one I can attach myself to.

So, read the below post with caution. I'm trying to answer some questions that I feel are still relatively unanswered in my own life in regards to my understanding of the world outside of my own belief system, and so it rambles, side-tracks and probably confuses more than anything. Just know this: it's more of an attempt at understanding than a soap-box.

That's all....

Oh, and P.S. - Life is Beautiful. Of that I am most assuredly sure...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You know what this worlds need? A movie night. At the Fudges. I dare bin Laden and that crazy Korean guy not to laugh while watching Ghostbusters 2. Or cry when eating Leland's delicious kettle corn. I dare them. Its up to us film students I guess.

Unknown said...

I was driving my car, I got a old classic car - Dodge Dart '68 - kicks ass.
And the thing is Kyle's sitting shotgun, the passenger seat. And I'm going a little slow, cause it doesn't have that much power.
And then, I hear a honk from behind me - startled me - like, "oh no...is something going wrong, is there danger?! Was that a warning honk?"
Not at all, it was a punishment honk. She's honkin because I'm going too slow.
So I say "alright, that's fine" I give her the wave ahead, the go ahead.
She swoops up to the side of me...she's purple in the face...furious...I'm not going to say what she said. Flipped me off. Cuts me off, almost causes an accident and harm my friend KG and me.
And the thing is...
The weird thing is, I'm not mad...at all! I am not mad at all!!
I'm glad...because I made a connection. A real connection with another human being.

And then, as I followed her home...