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Saturday, January 12, 2008

Can't Please Everybody... Anybody

Lillian Hellman said, “Cynicism is an unpleasant way of saying the truth.” And the unpleasant truth is most of us are discontent with what we have and are envious of what others have. This being the disparaging case, most of us have already perfected the art of criticizing and belittling.

Yes, it is a cynical world. You can't please everybody. You can't please anybody all the time. It is bizarre "Satire" day everyday.

If you are rich, you are a crook. If you are poor, you are a low-life. If you are smart, you are unscrupulous. If you are humble, you have no self-esteem. If you are athletic, you are into steroids. If you are sexy, you are porn material. If you are pretty, you are simply fair-skinned or you have a great tan (which will not last). If you are handsome, you are gay. If you are petite, you are a dwarf. If you are statuesque, you are a giant. If you are thoughtful, you are scheming. If you are polite, you are a kiss ass. If you are clean, you are obsessive-compulsive. If you are friendly, you are a whore. If you are religious, you are a hypocrite. If you are open-minded, you are too indulgent. If you are quiet, you are a retard. Jeez... even if you are dead, they will say you are alive in the afterlife.

Why are we always stressing ourselves over what others are and what they have? Have we all gotten so bored with our own lives that we have unknowingly evolved into fault-finding shutterbugs? Or maybe it is simply envy eating at our souls.

I have once read that at one point or another, each of us has envied a cat’s abilities to ignore the cares of daily life and to relax completely. Maybe it is best to mimic a cat’s lifestyle and be indifferent and seemingly evil, but then some virtuous idiot would say you are inherently caring and good.

It is a vicious, cynical cycle, I tell you.

01.09.08

Friday, November 2, 2007

Crossing the Great Divide

Death is like a thief in the night.
We do not know when it will creep upon us
And claim our souls.

Unpredictable.
Or is it?

We all know there's an end to all this.
Sometimes sooner than we wish.

Are we not just role-playing in a choreographed dance
Of life and death?
We live. We die.
We live. We die.
An hourglass for each of us.
Some with lots of sand.
Some with just a few grains.
How mundane it can be
For the indifferent.

Yes, there may be an end to all this soon.

We LIVE.
We feel.
We laugh... cry...
dream... hope...
reminisce... suffer...
enjoy... endure...
choose... hate.
We LOVE.
A myriad of emotions.

And we meet our Maker.
The end is simply the beginning
Of a new life.

11.01.07
For you and your beloved

Monday, October 22, 2007

Self-Derision... It bites sometimes

Self-Derision

I have lost it.
My youth has left me.
My mind has betrayed me;
All creativity sucked from my soul,
And doubts sink in.

Was I ever a new thought?
Was I ever impressive?
Was I ever desired?
Or was I simply delusional?
Have I ever felt that overrated emotion?
Or was it pure imagination?

I feel so hollow.
My fleeting moods are not enough to define me.
I am but an insignificant speck
Perhaps attempting to find my place
In a purgatory of self-pity,
Which is utterly, infuriatingly pathetic.

Switching to a new mood.
Discontent.

I am one step behind anorexic
And two steps beyond bulimic;
Shall I fear possible cancer
Or shall I fool myself into believing
That in the afterlife
I have all eternity to be a wraith?

I own nothing.
None of this is mine.
So why all the effort?
Why all the pain?
Why all this longing for the peace of indifference?
Why all this inconsistency?
Why all these questions?

Faith.

10.21.07