Fatal (Excuse)tion.

Sometimes it feels impossible to write what is needed in here.
You wake up one day and realize that it is of little benefit to type in this box if it is of benefit to no one. If you don't know me, how can you hope to understand me?
This little box can only encompass fragments of my life, which is no way a narrative, but perhaps a collection of thoughts or theories, and goals. My blog is my voice whispering into your ears, hoping as my words hit the screen they come alive in some way.

We get so wrapped up in our own lives, we often lose interest in the lives of those around us. We fall prey to materialism. We drown out our innocence and absorb the invisible toxins that fill the air, spreading famine, warfare, hatred, and hopelessness. Love can only be acquired through true forgiveness, humility, and patience. It is a learned behavior, constantly needing refining. In this world it is easy to become self absorbed, self pitying, self loathing. But hard to gain hold on the real life (La Vita E Bella).

As I challenge everything I once thought I was, as I thrust open the hatch
reaching in for my soul back, as I grab onto the truth and hold on tight, it is as
if I've entered a vortex of blinding light where everything around me falls away. My fears. My old friendships. My old habits. My old thoughts. My old life. Is all gone through the milky way. Like the blink of an eye, we are all interconnected, secretly knowing one another's aspirations, clinging to one another's warmth. We feel no logic, just raw emotions that rock and sway over us, sucking us out to sea like sand washing away from shore. We become but a grain of sand in this infinite universe, and yet we impact just enough to create a ripple effect. Can you hear the cries of those around us that are impacted by this corruption? Consumerism in America equals 10 cents a day in Ecuador. A brand new iPhone equals slavery operated mines in sub Saharan Africa. Our inexpensive bananas equal slavery and plantations on the coasts of South America. Our greed. Our lust. Our guns. Equal someone else's disease, bloodshed, and poverty. It pays to simplify our needs. It pays to help the poor man sitting next to you on the bus. It pays to do community service. It pays to learn another language. It pays to pray for your fellowman. Forgive. Let go. You are just as guilty as I am. We are imperfect creatures, hanging in the balance, fragile, privileged, and short life spans. We cannot afford to be selfish.