The Sunday Eye

Sometimes I wake up early in the morning and ponder our existence as human beings. We strive so much to compare ad compete with one another but what is there to compare? We are so small when you actually think about it. We live our futile lives on the edge of emotion and passion and for some of our passions are trully unknown. This morning I pondered the idea of hope and what that means to me. When I speak And post important stuff that I share a truth that's only as relevant nd real as I make it. We are shapers of our own mind body and soul. I would say my passion and truth is a dedication to humanity. I see so much suffering in the world but instead of suffering and obscurity, I choose to focus on the positive. Who are we as human beings that make us so vulnerable to our own insecurities? Shouldn't we be focusing On those who want and need help? That seems to be the most logical and revealed prt of who I Am and what life means to me. What does life mean to you? Life doesn't have a definition. As beasts of our own fate we must imagine that if we focus individually on our own progress we not be helping others. The goodness we revolve from being a mere spot on the surface of a grain of sand, to being that grain of sand. If we are lucky I think we become immovable rocks on the beach- permanently sketched in the element of history trying to be moved but no one likes to touch rocks! I dreams and I wonder but action is the only means of manifesting these Thoughts to something positive and true. We must live from there. We must live from that place in our heart that makes us want to help others. If we are not the worker that at least wants the best for life and others then who do we become? We die a slow death of boredom and obsecurity. We search to find, but we find only what our hearts will allow. For some of us what our heart allows is so very little. We are visitors in the circle of life constantly looking for entertainment. Life isn't all entertainment and fun when you truly think about it. We must save ourselves from ourselves by submitting in small conversations with others. We natrually don't trust people we know because we know very little purselves. To speak then is to say nothing in the grand scope of everything that is to be spoken. When we can find one place in our heart that wants to know the next then we are truly blessed. There is no other way around our own insecurities besides sharing them with others In friendship.