May 28, 2005
Maturity
This thing has been floating around in my head for quite awhile, and it came to fruition last night around 2:30 am. Unfortunately I was nowhere near my computer or anything to write it down on. Hopefully it will make some sense and I won't ramble into nowhere-"preachy-Dave"-land.
It seems that everything we do is a big circle, life, death, babies, seniors; you're born from dust and your body turns into dust after death. Babies are born incapable of taking care of themselves, and many people last days are spent the exact same way.
The human race as a whole is a big circle too, a circle of life and death, mistakes and sometimes redemption. The German people, their country committed unthinkable attrocities in the last World War but gradually they seem to be learning from their mistakes, and acknowledging the murders of innocent Jews and attempted genocide.
Other countries seem to be taking a slide backwards, (link provided by Darren at Staticred) regressing into themselves, putting up the walls, and focusing on the enemy or the unknown enemy that could "strike at any moment". Fear is feeding intolerance which is feeding hatred and blurring peoples judgement, which in turn stains their humanity and their ability to mature. It's understandable that the wounds are still fresh, but imagine having memories of being bombed nightly for something like 57 days straight, no heat, no power, no gas to cook food with.
There are evils out there, there is no doubting that fact. There are people out there that at this moment want to kill you because of some reason or another, I'm most certain of that. I can bet there was murderous intent in the mind of somebody I accidentally cut-off driving home from work the other day, but I'm sure it faded and his logic/humanity took hold. Am I then going to create a killing device so potent that it could wipe out my city, just because that threat may be there? I hardly think so.
At some point are we going to mature as a race? Are we going to continue pointing fingers, puffing out our chests, yelling and screaming, and throwing dirt clumps at the neighbors dog because it's barking? Are we going to continue rehashing past grievances and pick away at issues while the future crashes down on us, and the greenhouse we live in shatters? Aren't there more important things than making your car shatter eardrums, breaking the speed limit, treating your kids like a nuisance, a fat ass and your 52" tv?
When I was a teenager I remember seeing the past and looking at the present, and considering whether we are a race or a messy destructive house guest. Truthfully, look at this place, look at that mess, are you gonna pick up after yourself some decade? And for God's sake take out the trash it's completely ruining the smell of my bucket of fried chicken.
Posted by Oorgo at May 28, 2005 06:22 PM|
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