Life goes on

What do I have to say? This is just another of my ramblings.

I've been staying up too late these days. Need to start sleeping earlier again. My sleep schedule's so whacked up these days. Blah...

Work's slowed down, so I finally have some time to write for this blog. I might start blogging a lot more soon, very soon.
Kia Kroas :=: 16 Mar, 2010 01:44:29

People these days worry too much. Debt, recession, jobs, food crisis, global warming, et cetera ad infinitum. That's a little too bad because all that worrying is holding them back mentally and physically. They don't go out to solve their problems, they sit in their own little corner and contemplate in the recesses of their own abyss. They waste valuable mind power on possibilities.

Why do people fear death? Because it takes everything away from us? Because it is unknown? Because there is no way to avoid it? Only those who have died know, and I, being the non-clairvoyant, nonspiritual agnostic that I am, have no way to converse with them. Perhaps a/the God in heaven knows. Oh, but what a shame, the last prophet has already left the world.

Here's a little life lesson I learned, and it will be good for everyone in the world to understand it. The world isn't going to end when I die. The world isn't going to end when you die. That might be a slap in the face for you, but that's the truth...and somewhere in that abyss of yours, you know it.

Life goes on. It's simple as that. Problems aren't so bad when you grow beyond them.

There are some problems in life that you can't grow beyond. Those are the ones that involve others. A father of four who loses his job endangers not only himself but others dependent on him and sometimes powerless to overcome it. I can see the grief in that. The food crisis is leading people to starvation and entire countries to famine. I have family in rural Vietnam; I know the grief in that. UN troops--United Nations peace-keeping troops--have been known, even in recent years, to rape, pillage, and prostitute the very people they are supposed to protect. The AIDS pandemic, especially in Africa. Human rights violations in other countries. Genocide. Kidnapping. Slavery. War.

I can't solve all the world's problems. At least not yet. I know this is going to sound inconsiderate, but most of the developed world cares more for their material goods than what I am about to say anyway. If you don't have family dependent on you, if you don't live in a starving country, if you don't experience the hardships of war or slavery every day, get off your ass and stop worrying. The world has better things to care about than you. And when you do, you'll make the world a better place.

Life is what you make of it. It's either heaven or hell or somewhere in between. Some people wallow in their own self-pity. The life people choose to lead is the afterlife they receive. Because practically, there is no afterlife. Your afterlife is the memory others have of you. And when that fades, you are no more. Some people do not fade. Others are so distorted that it no longer is who it represents. But that's life. Life for other people. Life for other people after you die. You are already living your afterlife. By the very fact that you are alive, you are living after life begins.

It's a real shame all those children raped and molested so early. They never had a chance to comprehend heaven. Those that do must persevere so much. They still live in darkness, hiding from memories that follow wherever they go. It's a pity there can be such misfortunes. Then look at the rapists and molesters. What life do they lead? Do they live in heaven for preying on children, getting what they want? Do they live in hell for the conscience? What if they have no conscience? If so, should we pity them for not being human? Ah, too many questions. I can't answer them.

Immortality would be great wouldn't it? To never lose who you are. But that's not life. With each passing day, you are not who you were the day before. You lose a little bit of yourself and gain a little bit of others and create a little bit more out of nowhere. People change. People always do. Even after death, memories fade and flicker and stories change as they are passed down.

Things come and go. So do people. People do so. We each live our lives around, among, along with other people. You are the only one that does not come and go. You to yourself are the only one that does not come and go, because you are always there with yourself. I always have someone to talk to. I sometimes don't talk back, but that's my choice and I have my own reasons. The only one you'll really ever have is yourself. But, when you live, live for other people. Because they live for you.

Every person you meet--and every person you have not met--has a story. Some care to tell it. Some don't. Some babble the life their imagination wants. Every life is a story too complex to tell. Every life is a story that has taken a lifetime to create. And then it is all lost at the moment right when it is finished. And then it is up to second-hand story tellers to tell the story as they see it. It's always different when it is told. That's what makes a good story. Even if told with the exact same words, it takes on a new meaning each time.

Some lifetimes are short. Some are long. When people die young, don't be sad for losing such a potentially wonderful story; be happy that the story was finished so early. When people die old, don't be sad for losing such a perspicacious insightful story; be happy that the story is finally over. Everybody is a story. Every story intersects with other stories in a tangled web that twists into lives and twines into hearts and dreams. Every story is special. Every story is unique.

Because everybody is special, nobody is special. Everybody is unique, but that doesn't make them special. No stranger will think that you are special, because you don't think strangers are special either. To somebody out there, you are special. Somebody out there is special to you. But to the rest of the world and all the countless strangers, you're no different from all the rest. I'm no different from you. They give no notice to birth nor death, laughter nor misery, hope nor despair. That's life for all the rest of the world.

It's a big world. It's a small world. It's a round world. It's a flat world. It's one world. We all live on it. We all die on it. Our children will die on it. Have faith in your children. That's right you. You've taught them well. They're ready. Let them go out. Let them live. Let them die.

Because everything has an end. THE END.