Random World Thought

The world collectively is not a happy place. I wish this wasn't so but it is. Acts of violence, crime, abuse permeate the human condition and such news is no longer considered news, just another day. Why are we like this? Everytime I think of this question one thought it always prominent; selfishness. It seems that "loving each other as ourselves" is quite too bloody difficult to do and we only use others for our own gains. Why not help someone just for the joy of helping? Why must we always gain something in return? In economics, I learnt about the multiplier effect where initial investments or other forms of spending in an economy leads to a greater than proportionate increase in total spending, in short; spending begets even more spending. Can we use this priniciple when it comes to social issues, where in place of money the medium of exchange is love?

Express kindness and generosity to one person, who then does so to another and in turn another. Just one negative comment is all it takes to affect someone's entire day for the worse and this can spiral out of control infecting all persons that the primary individual comes into contact with. We are now too concerned with our quest for the "Almighty Dollar" and are forgetting what it means to be human. Back in grade school I was taught that man is a "social animal" and that's the reason we have interactions, communicate and tend to prefer the comfort of groups. Basically we need each other to survive and it only hurts us to pretend otherwise. Being intelligent does not give anyone the right to be vain, only an excuse when asked; "What compelled you to do this selfless deed?" We were made for each other, to complement one another, we weren't birthed as sworn enemies. A serious overhaul of mindsets is needed if we want this world to survive for even more generations to come.

Wishful Thinking

Created this blog because this new-found-dear-friend(you're quite a mouthful:]) thought I had a voice and a mind worth listening to. So to begin the process, here's a poem created just for this moment.


It's never too late to dream
Even as death hinders one's breath
And the wind becomes a sensation ever so slight
As memories meander through the closing doors
Leaving their trailing echoes and unrequited desires
In the realm of unfulfillment

It's never too late to be
The hand that soothes the pain
The gaze which fosters scarlet and forgetfulness,
Gentle cooing tells of a life meant pure and simple
Laughter hides insecurities and raises unasked questions
And yet; blesses the encounter

It's never too late to hope
As chances occur only when meant to
And beget unforeseen reasons to live
Once mundane formalities given vigor
With the same being different
Esperance alleviates the ill-fated

It's never too late to love
For an incomparable transcendence exists
Logic and time shattered beyond recognition
And the pieces; pigments of a lover's kiss
But veneers suppress and love is quelled
And the truth becomes meaningless
While questions return to the fray
Leaving trailing echoes and unrequited desires
In the realm of unfulfillment