By way of preface, I stumbled across this brief rambling flow of thought, apparently written while heavily under the influence, probably while in Dallas TX for a trade show. There were a LOT of typos.. but I think i caught them all. I have no memory of having written it, but was intrigued by my own words, so i thought i'd share it with whoever will take the time to read it.
Welcome to life in the modern age.. treat each other like crap. It is expected. .. sadly..
It seems sometimes that we are living in a day of accelerating decline.. a continuous erosion of the basic qualities of life.. Consideration and respect and decency are all but dead.. Figments of what once was. Little more than memories now.. I am surrounded by a spectrum of people.. some amazingly decent and indecent at the same time. Some seemingly intentionally obtuse and insensitive to the issues of others.. treading upon their very lives as though it were their god given right.. and most disappointingly of all. These are often the more successful .
How is a man who strives to embody the ideals of a romantic to reconcile the behaviors he witnesses.. and how does he remain nonplussed by it. How do you not become a victim of the abject ignorance of your fellow man.. and unwittingly complicit conduit of the same bad behaviors..
The path of the idealist, the dreamer and the poet are fraught with pain and strife. We see the world as it is in contrast to how it could or should be and we agonize at the disparity. Truly agonize
I once believed that everyone knows right from wrong on some level, and then make their choices depending on their self-less ness.. their ability to subvert their own needs or wants in favor of the right and/or decent thing..
Now I’m not so sure.
Before I go any further. I am no angel. I am far from perfect.. I aspire to be better but don’t always know how to accomplish that. the intent is pure usually even if the implementation is occasionally suspect..
As always, I sit in awe of it all, nothing more or less than a man, a student of the nature of things. Sure of only the fact that I don’t have the answers, but I still want them. I know that I want to leave a mark upon this world greater than just a line item in an obituary records file. That is my purposes, and the purpose of any decent soul I’d suggest, to touch the world, to live life, to touch lives and leave the world a better place than it was when I got here. Of course given the perceived decline, the only acceptable analogous pursuit is to try to leave this place better than it would have been had I made worse choices.
But back to the bigger picture. Capitalism , while a beautiful system, is really a huge power market. As Bill loves to say, it is all about the money. Ideally this would not be true, but sadly, ideals have little to do with the realities of this life. Money is power, power is addictive, and fought over, bought and sold constantly, and in the doing, sometimes ruining the lives of the common man. How is it right to be able to crush, rob and destroy a family as effectively as if it were done to the flesh..