It’s for you to read
I need to write a more elaborate post here. Call this one a placeholder.
It is HUMAN to problem solve. It is actually a function of most animals. ANYTHING that has a brain… is a problem solver. We are supposed to be the highest animal on the Earth, the species with the greatest thinking and problem solving abilities. Are we doing our best in our daily lives?
Can you imagine a beautiful wild horse out in the wilderness and two people watch it. One crouches low and partially hides themselves and is quiet just to witness the sight. The other pulls out a gun, shouts loudly and shoots a leg causing it to limp forever…
Two kinds of humans.
One is actually human. The other a nemesis on our Earth. This is programming. You can accept it or ignore it. One kind of human wants life to live. The other wants to control, stunt, damage, ruin.
Which kind of human is “impressive”?
Posting about this fine wild horse because he is well known. An example of a wild animal who lived into its prime and beyond! From what I read, even people from other countries traveled to see him in the wild.
It is one thing to speak of doing something, it takes more than just courage to take a step in an all new direction! Starting now, I am committing to a NEW PATH in life that I hope and pray will guide me to be a person more easily known to past peoples and new strangers.
I do not know if I’ll kneel before a cross or other object. This has bothered me some since my earliest days of visiting a church or other house of worship.
What I seek is being able to “know my fellow human”. I wish to be able not to stand in someone else’s shoes, but to be able to emotionally, spiritually understand them like standing at their side.
I’m not seeking demi-god status! ROTFLMAO! No, I just seek understand of “my fellow man and woman and whatever names they call themselves.”
It’s a new path for me, but not an unfamiliar way of thinking. Not sure I can be on a steady course, but I hope it’ll be a gentle one. I have written of violence and spoken of great hates. Yes, I may have written them OUT OF MY OWN SYSTEM. But I actually want peace and peacefulness in my own life. I don’t really want dramas. I’d rather help be a steady spirit for others going through turbulent times.
Hopefully see you again someday!
I just wrote this in a very casual informal way, I know it!
(working title)
I’m writing this story live. If I don’t snoopers may try to sell it before I publish it. Stand by… (copied from Linkedin after I finished as is for now)
After working hard for years, an old man is retired and alone. He knows he is near his end, or he thinks so. Gives away his expensive things to friends and family and has his little money to live on and enjoy his final days in peace.
He has just enough to get by, but things are getting more expensive. He doesn’t want to burden people he cared about in life. Just wants to fade away.
After losing his small apartment home and walking out, leaving everything there he takes to the streets. He has a terminal illness and knows his life is closing down.
One day he notices the young birds visiting him. Older ones watching them and him. Laying on his cardboard he gets up and goes to a store and with his last cash buys bird seed. He sits at the park and gives and gives… it last for days and he makes lots of friends with the birds and he lives in that nice park for a while with them.
The day comes and he is out. He sits and watches some birds come to visit, give him looks, peck around and leave again. Some come and fight each other at his feet and next to him on the bench.
Sadly he gets up, and slowly walks away. Birds chase after him.. scurrying at his feet… landing on his shoulders… on his head… flying by… some talking… some yelling… he just keeps walking slowly… no where to really go. His breathing isn’t well…
…his head is getting foggy.. he is not sure if he is walking or not. He feels very tired… and slowly loses consciousness. The birds land on his body, now just fallen on the path. He hears them, it sounds like music and confusion… they peck at his hair, his face, his jacket, his shoes, and stand and fight on him. Doesn’t matter their color, or size, or origin. Just birds.
Are you a bird? Do beautiful feathers stop you from pecking at people? Are you all in gray? Do you feel, special?
Joggers… come up quick and birds fly off… some fly and fly and fly… others hop out of the way still watching and looking for bird seed, which.. some may have dropped.
What does this story mean to you? What human would you be in this story if you wrote yourself in? Are you proud of the birds? Would you want to be one?
What are the joggers thinking of as they see this dead old man on a path? Take his wallet? Chase the birds away? Run off and pretend they didn’t see him?
There are many meanings in this story. Some people feel old and out of bird seed, even not near their own natural death. They feel like they already gave up a lot already.
If the old man got up, and walked back to an expensive apartment with all kinds of marble and gold. Had he still spent “all his seeds” for “the birds”? What if he had only bought ONE BAG in life and spent it all. Are the birds still “owed”? Is he responsible if the birds called more to his neighborhood?
more later
Truth is, we are all dumb-looking. We don’t even last very long. Most of us don’t make it to 100 years old!
We all have our agendas, goals in life. But we are STILL HUMANS.
Are we impressive? I don’t know. I can’t breathe under water, I don’t have wings to fly. I’m bipedal and require all kinds of foods and liquids on a regular basis. I have put up with bad humor and good humored people daily. You too?
That’s the point. We are g-damn human being. Made of flesh and bone. We can kill each other or make each other look bright or stoooopid. Humans. We are obviously here on Earth to torment each other with our “different strokes for different folks”. You know… that is ALL IT IS. Our differences are what cause conflicts. Just differences. If we were all the same we’d probably have very boring lives nodding at each other as a salute! Haha.
Really, communists may be really angry at me, socialists too. Democrats? Republicans? Religious sects? Gangs? Cults?
Why, because they can’t write like I do. Roast people with words?
Remember that. We are all HUMAN BEINGS. By design, a little different than each other. Is it worth damaging another one because they are too different? Or ending them permanently? I personally don’t think so.
The only people I think who should be ended before their natural time are the ones who m-rder people out of personal or professional conflict. Yeah re-read that one!
(Did I step far enough away from Hollywood talking yet? I’m working on it!)
I’ve been a victim of some very tough people my whole life. I don’t see them regularly because most are in prison and their “comrades” have been legally restrained to keep them away.
In recent times, I’ve been giving my dog aspirin and even some thyroid help meds now and then and she shows signs of better health as a result. I know what toxins have done to my body and what microwave radiation does too. My dog has been affected. High energy dog, crying now and then, laying around, only wanting to play max 1hr total during the day.
Educated people solve problems.
Uneducated people ABUSE. They abuse other people, things, even animals.
I just put this in a nutshell. A need to educate even thugs. About something as simple as “problem solving” vs. “abuse”.
I witnessed it in a child once. One who had been abused. He couldn’t change his world, so he just broke things at certain opportunities. It was an EXPRESSION of EMOTIONS. TO BREAK SOMETHING. Because they feel broken. Unable to make a change. Still thuggery. Still a lack of education.
It takes just some education to teach SELF CONTROL. I bring this up, because I feel MORE SELF CONTROL is needed in this world.
Human beings shouldn’t have to complain about other human beings “losing control” and acting out “adversely”.
If you can’t solve a problem yourself, you need to get help. Get someone who can help you SOLVE the problem. Not just SMASH the hell out of things. Even your favorite toys, or people you need in life. (People you don’t need in life are usually ignored and not turned into a victim of abuse(s)).
It’s a general rant. Humans do this to each other in families and shouldn’t. ACTING OUT and abusing people they need.