A premise is a terrible thing to waste, or a waste is a terrible thing to mind, yet, either way, the train maybe falls off the tracks, or someone is inclined to push someone onto the tracks in front of an oncoming Subway, and not the one Jared found himself feasting on to lose some weight a few years ago.
We who sit reluctantly or by choice while the events of the present unfold, gathering the bits and pieces of concerns of our fellow participants involved with the revolutions or evolutions we so generously call a life, wishing, I suppose that we had one, are always free with our suggestions or implications, I suppose, of where do we go from here.
Generally or compellingly I sequester those emotional and incoherent brainwaves that tend to incite fervor or it's nearest relative, a conscience, to expel some rumors or misaligned dogmas or just planned obsolescence so I can somehow wake those long forgotten memories of "Those were the good old days..." and to remind us that if that is all there is, then let's begin.
Okay, somewhere in time, whether it be the establishment of what we so loosely call Democracy, or down the line, the peevish concept of a middle class as opposed to dictatorships or Theocracies made their way into the mediocrity of our consciousness, and now, since they only hold out a distant thunder of every succeeding in their grand themes, we do have the opportunities to change our course, starting Now.
This idea of supporting the ways of government, who by the way, is suppose to be supporting us, is pure and simply poppycock. Sure if you want to say devote or make your life's work helping other people confront and deal with their circumstance or fate, so be it, but like any other profession you indulge in, do it because you want to, not because you have to, or in your own mind, are being forced into. Like myself, I was a vagabond for years, and instead of paying to learn something in a classroom, I went out and learned about things I wanted to create or be involved with and got paid to do so. This was in response to my brother dying in someplace other than his comfort zone that he had grown up in, though it was in an effort to fulfill one of his maligned sense of duty to his own state of mind. If, I said to myself, one can be so gratuitous, so could I, but in my servitude to those whims, I tried to be less of a burden on society, and more of a burden to myself. It wasn't until it wasn't fulfilling my personal prophecies of commitment or success that I changed direction and pursued other inclinations. Now that I have reached a pinnacle sometimes reached by chronological age, or by having fulfilled most of my attempts at personal endeavors that I am capable of letting the next generation of pupils of life do the same journeys by being supportive of their initiatives by doing those things that others consider to some degrees the tail end of the wagging Dog.
The same is true of any or All of the global communities that share this particular form of consciousness. Everyone, in some segment of their lives can do a variety of both satisfying and that feeling of accomplishment employment, and then be supportive by doing the dirty deeds done dirt cheap, so others can participate in expressing their own creative energy on their environment. As a child, the family gives you support, or the educational community of your choice gives you support, or your faith community gives you support, or the neighborhood or gathered friends give you support. When you become older, you return to this wonderful place where others donate their time and effort to make you feel wanted and desired. In between these two states of mind or life shall we say, you are responsible to be the support for the young and the old. Just be aware that this is your duty or responsibility as a member of society, whether or not that you like it.
Some of us took on this type of responsibility early in life, feeling as if it was a calling. As a functioning member of society, you may do this unwittingly, or you may do it reluctantly, and grimace in pain and yet it is all there for you to see. In this train of thought, this idea of collectivity or connectivity, while you are processing and dealing with your own individual thoughts, seems to have broken down with some of the recent occurrences being brought to us regularly through the massive social media, including simply put, 24 hour a day news cycles.
These historical pastimes of cultural upheavals have been there for eons, and yet we presume or assume that it is in someway only for the whites of our eyes to see in our presence of minds. There has always been layers of society, and minorities and women who have been subjugated, and lots of people who have been made fun of, or bullied or those mentally or physically challenged to be neglected or pushed out of the mainstream, and then those so inclined or so maligned to push back against the "MACHINE", so don't dwell on how significant the signs of global warming or violent outcomes to uncomplicated problems when they show up to wake us up from our day to day doldrums collide head-on into our awareness.
Kicking the can down the line in time is a favorite pastime but knowing when to let the thoughts that what goes up must come down, spinning wheel got to go round, talking about your troubles, though you never learn, is not a problem solving way to confront such anomalies, if they were ever anomalies to begin with. Instead maybe if we become aware of the fact of these challenges occur because of the choices we made in passing the buck, and facing them head on with everyone in mind, maybe what some of us refer to as solutions, then maybe we wouldn't have to continue the ongoing onslaughts of death defying leaps off of some inane cliffs that we ourselves from neglect created to experience so often. Give everyone a chance to be creative and a force in this Gestalt of Consciousness we created to either evolve into or ascend up to..... I am after all just parlaying a smattering of incoherent and often times diabolical rhetoric in order to peruse on incite your mind into action, hopefully forcing you to step down off your soapbox and becoming your own strawberry in a bowl of peas....Me again
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