Hell, Heaven, Death, Birth

Today I went to the mall, people were scurrying about like chickens with their heads chopped off. Each one passing along small snippets of conversation, groaning about lines, credit card bills, health problems, to name a few.

And I stood there silent as I listened, not remarking, just thinking. What was this life we are offered? I mean really, we’re born into this world without much knowledge, yet our imagination of what we think the world could be is extraordinary. Then we begin to grow old, our values are changed, not by choice but by force. Money, not time is held highest in value. Work hard, make excessive amounts of money. There was a time when all these taxes and injust tithes to the government didn’t exist. People were happier then, I remember stories. Yet greed seems to have seeped into the heart of the world. How pitiful. Yet here we are, young, with a fistful of knowledge we gained from a book, a book someone else made. Change the world they say, strive for grandoise goals. Fall short and perhaps you might’ve shifted the planet’s alignment a quarter of an inch. Does it sound like I’m being pessimistic? Perhaps, yet really look at what we have to work with.

Death is something I see alot since I began working at the hopsital, elderly folks, on their last legs, even young ones, paralyzed by AIDS and hopeless. These people tell me of their lives, wishing they had done more, and still the whole cycle of life and death frightens me. How did it all get so fucked up?