Vol. 37: The Reality of Things

A little while ago, someone sent me a link to this image. Seeing as how today hasn't been one in my favor, I've been venting via Call of Duty. Ironic thing though. The moment I died is when the link was sent to me. As I watched my dismal destruction on the tv, i clicked the link and read the quote attached to the picture.

And it really struck me (enough to right a MILF anyway) if you read the quote on the attached picture, skip the next paragraph.

Look at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. Everyone you love.Everyone you know. Everyone you ever heard of. Every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. the aggregate of our joy and suffering. Thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar", every "supreme leader", every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there -- on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

people complain. people lie, cheat, steal, and manipulate others for their own selfish whims, but when you get right down to it, we are all equal. it doesn't matter how much money you make, or fame you attain; none of that goes with you when you leave this life. so why does it matter? sure all of that stuff is great on the surface -- it leaves you with security for you and future generations. But why does that make one person better than another? why should you look down on someone who earns a living when your wealth was given to you.

i understand living life to the fullest,but when it's all said and done, everyone (basically) gets put into the same ground. Donald Trump is going 6 feet under just like Joe the Plummer. just like P. Diddy, and Gucci Mane, and Kim Kardashian (and i very well may be in there with her lol).

the point is, we strive so much to be above everyone, we forget that we are all human. made pretty much exactly the same. skin color, cars, and money don't change that. it's we that put that type of pressure on ourselves. to be the thinnest woman in the world. to be the highest paid athlete in sports. and the realityof it all is that the people we tend to emulate and throw ourselves at lead unfulfilling lives, because they realize money cannot buy happiness.

no scratch that. money buys happiness.but it doesn't buy satisfaction. Take Gilbert Arenas for example. Or Michael Vick. Both of these athletes are two of the best. they came from humble beginnings and reached stardom. But in the wake of all of the fame and glory, they weren't satisfied. they needed an edge, so to speak. they needed something that would give them a little vitality....and look how they ended up.

Vick was locked up and now is a back up quarterback who rarely sees action.

Arenas has been suspended indefinitely.

and for what? they didn't want for anything. Gilbert was guaranteed $80 million over the next 5years! there was a void that needed to be filled, and no amount of money, or cars, or women could fill it.

now im not saying that people shouldnt strive to be the best. i still have every intention of moving to florida with a house on the canal and a yacht chilling in the water, with a beautiful family that loves me. i still plan on owning my own business,and taking my children to hawaii and paris. but i would never allow them to think that they were better than the cashier at Old Navy or the stock boy at Jewel. my kids wont be snobs who expect to get what they want when they want, and look down on others who aren't as well off as they are. I'll take them out to volunteer at soup kitchens during the holidays. not as a punishment, but as a valuable life lesson to appreciate the blessings they have; to be willing to help others,even if its just helping an old lady with her groceries.

this is what it means to be human. not the cold, heartless, power hungry people you see in movies, tv,and music. i bet you that when my time comes, i will die with a smile on my face, even if its tonight, because in my heart i know that i was the best that i could be. so many people say they are afraid to die. why? it's an inevitability so that can't be the case. i think those who fear, don't fear death, but the reality of a failed existence. knowing that you never left a real mark on an individual's life has to be the most terrifying, gut-wrenching realization.

so tell me Facebook.....

are you afraid?

till next time.