Sometimes, it isn't as easy as it looks. I can't say it's not as great as it sounds... but it isn't easy. It takes time, patience, honesty, openness, more patience, and quite a bit of giving of one's self.
As much as I love the feeling of it, I won't lie - part of it is also like being sliced open, butterflied, exposed. No one likes to be exposed, not like that. Inside there are things wonderful, but there are also things not-so-wonderful. We've got our skeletons in this closet, and our insecurities, in this one, here.
"Opening is not easy," I wrote in "Reflections." While that tune is more about being spiritually lost, the point I am trying to make is sound - that opening up, at any time and in any way, is tough. It's not easy to lay yourself out there - whether it's to the mirror, to god, to a friend or a loved one, or someone special.
One of my own personal relfections has always been how cyclical life can be (yes, like a cycle, or a circle... not cynical, which you could at times accuse me of... this is not one of those times). It's not always easy, and it's not always meant to be easy. Sometimes it is hard, tough, sucks, and is downright shitty. Sometimes it's lonely.
And sometimes it is not. The ups and downs, though, are what make us who we are. And I have seen both. I've got skeletons here and there. And I've got a trophy room, too.
Showing someone your insides isn't always easy. But neither is having someone to show your insides too.
Ben Harper said it best: "don't let it take the fight outta you." The wheel's gonna keep on turnin'... it's our job to keep on going with the flow, ride the ups and downs, learn from it all, and make our life one to remember.
12.31.2008
Waiting For My Day
I used to post a lot of songs on my blog, back in the day. Most of them were good songs. And they always had a point. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and yes, feeling a lot of things I haven't been feeling lately.
Much to the chagrin of some friends, I might be pulling away and heading in a bit of a different direction. And, as we humans are wont to do, when we get to feeling happy and lucky and all that jazz, we tend to like to remember God. As bad as that may sound, I think it is true for most of us - we blame God for bad stuff and thank him for good stuff. Regardless of reasons - let's not forget it's Commercial Christmas time, either - I've been in a bit of a spiritual mindset lately.
Along with many of the other things going on in my life, head, heart, and etc., this song that I'd like to share has been in my head, ears, heart, and etc. a lot lately. I think it fits quite nicely. It's by a not-so-well-known-anymore singer/songwriter named Jason Harrod, who always slays me with his songs. He's become more and more an influence the more and more I listen. And this song begs me to listen. And I do.
Mothers and children all around on a Monday morning,
The air is cool and clear.
I am too alone to be part of this suburban scene.
I am just an observer here.
I'm sitting here thinking, "Is this my inheritance?"
This dusty gypsy atmosphere,
This dust I'm breathing in is someone else's skin, not mine.
I grew up far from here.
Today I answered some primal call.
Found myself looking at the sea.
I can never get enough of this big ocean loud and rough
With the sighing sifting melody.
Right here is beauty like I have never known,
And I'm carefully placed here, not some cast away,
But I'm weary and aching for my home,
And I'm waiting for my day.
Longing in starlight,
I'm too stricken to move, too impatient to sit,
At the same time strong and weak.
I am loved enough to be part of this eternal scene.
Thus I am bold enough to speak.
And I say, "I used to read the Bible saying,
'This I know, this I know, this I no longer know,
This I no longer really care.'"
What's that matter anyway, that was yesterday.
Tonight I have belief to spare.
So much belief that I get scared, yeah.
Right here is beauty like I have never known,
And I'm carefully placed here, not some cast away,
But I'm weary and aching for my home,
And I'm waiting for my day.
Much to the chagrin of some friends, I might be pulling away and heading in a bit of a different direction. And, as we humans are wont to do, when we get to feeling happy and lucky and all that jazz, we tend to like to remember God. As bad as that may sound, I think it is true for most of us - we blame God for bad stuff and thank him for good stuff. Regardless of reasons - let's not forget it's Commercial Christmas time, either - I've been in a bit of a spiritual mindset lately.
Along with many of the other things going on in my life, head, heart, and etc., this song that I'd like to share has been in my head, ears, heart, and etc. a lot lately. I think it fits quite nicely. It's by a not-so-well-known-anymore singer/songwriter named Jason Harrod, who always slays me with his songs. He's become more and more an influence the more and more I listen. And this song begs me to listen. And I do.
Mothers and children all around on a Monday morning,
The air is cool and clear.
I am too alone to be part of this suburban scene.
I am just an observer here.
I'm sitting here thinking, "Is this my inheritance?"
This dusty gypsy atmosphere,
This dust I'm breathing in is someone else's skin, not mine.
I grew up far from here.
Today I answered some primal call.
Found myself looking at the sea.
I can never get enough of this big ocean loud and rough
With the sighing sifting melody.
Right here is beauty like I have never known,
And I'm carefully placed here, not some cast away,
But I'm weary and aching for my home,
And I'm waiting for my day.
Longing in starlight,
I'm too stricken to move, too impatient to sit,
At the same time strong and weak.
I am loved enough to be part of this eternal scene.
Thus I am bold enough to speak.
And I say, "I used to read the Bible saying,
'This I know, this I know, this I no longer know,
This I no longer really care.'"
What's that matter anyway, that was yesterday.
Tonight I have belief to spare.
So much belief that I get scared, yeah.
Right here is beauty like I have never known,
And I'm carefully placed here, not some cast away,
But I'm weary and aching for my home,
And I'm waiting for my day.
12.15.2008
... To Be Jolly ...
Ugh. Man. The cold finally got me! After several fierce battles - all of which I won - and even a poor showing by the old immune system after a night of too much adult beverage consumption, I was still standing. Like a spartan with shield and spear, I was ready for the next go-round.
Then it got warm and rainy (bad sign #1: weather change).
Then I didn't get much sleep for an entire week (bad sign #2: not enough rest).
Then I was so busy I didn't have much time to exercise (bad sign #C: fitness regimine disrupted).
Then I had a lot of fun, but the emotional kind of fun, fun that makes you feel and think and maybe be a little nervous... all on top of finishing off the busiest week of the year at work (bad sign #4: stress level increase).
Add it all up: Dusty's sick for the first time in a long while. Damn.
But I'm still jolly!
Then it got warm and rainy (bad sign #1: weather change).
Then I didn't get much sleep for an entire week (bad sign #2: not enough rest).
Then I was so busy I didn't have much time to exercise (bad sign #C: fitness regimine disrupted).
Then I had a lot of fun, but the emotional kind of fun, fun that makes you feel and think and maybe be a little nervous... all on top of finishing off the busiest week of the year at work (bad sign #4: stress level increase).
Add it all up: Dusty's sick for the first time in a long while. Damn.
But I'm still jolly!
Tis The Season
Tis the season to be jolly, and jolly I am. Frozen, but jolly.
Things go well, as things have been tending to do here lately. I had a busy - BUSY - week, and a busy weekend, but it was good. And I did catch up on some sleep (I know Hank, I know... either sleep or don't, but you can't catch up). I spent my weekend with wonderful friends new and old, playing music, playing games, enjoying good company, laughing and just generally enjoying the whole deal.
I made one mistake. I bummed a cigarette (ok, two) last night, and of course proceeded to smoke it. Had to get my one last jones. The proceeded to destroy my throat, which subsequently dried up into the Sahara. Last night was miserable, only because I had a lot of trouble sleeping, and when I did finally fall asleep, I slept in fits and woke up frequently to cough and hack with my dry throat.
So today brings much medicine - I spent $30 in meds on the way to work this morning - and good warm tea. Hopefully I can fight this winter cold/throat destruction off quickly. We shall see.
Nevertheless, no other complaints about a wonderful weekend. Just remember - don't let me bum a fag off of you!
Things go well, as things have been tending to do here lately. I had a busy - BUSY - week, and a busy weekend, but it was good. And I did catch up on some sleep (I know Hank, I know... either sleep or don't, but you can't catch up). I spent my weekend with wonderful friends new and old, playing music, playing games, enjoying good company, laughing and just generally enjoying the whole deal.
I made one mistake. I bummed a cigarette (ok, two) last night, and of course proceeded to smoke it. Had to get my one last jones. The proceeded to destroy my throat, which subsequently dried up into the Sahara. Last night was miserable, only because I had a lot of trouble sleeping, and when I did finally fall asleep, I slept in fits and woke up frequently to cough and hack with my dry throat.
So today brings much medicine - I spent $30 in meds on the way to work this morning - and good warm tea. Hopefully I can fight this winter cold/throat destruction off quickly. We shall see.
Nevertheless, no other complaints about a wonderful weekend. Just remember - don't let me bum a fag off of you!
12.10.2008
Bandaged Hand in Hand
Good times. That's what I can say for now.
Work is hell, but fun, and when you work with good people who you like (and who like you, I suppose), that makes hard work all the better. Working with good people is the way to go. Sometimes I have to remind myself that after everything that went down at my last job. Nasty, rotten peoples ova dat way. Good peoples ova here.
What else? Music, music, music, and more music. I need, Need, NEED to write more. I have a dozen ideas storming around my head, all kind of raring their heads at different times. Nothing is down yet. But goodness, I need to get some things down on paper. And the business of music - don't get me started! Things are finally working and moving along, but it's hard work. I love it, it's tough but so far so good, and worth the effort. Just wish I had more time!
What else? My personal life is good. Moving in some positive directions! So... now... D, don't think... don't think... don't think D!
Anything else? My health is good. And that's a good thing.
Concert tix on the way, Coheed and Dropkick, whooooo!
Isbell on the stereo. Can't beat that.
Fingers on the keyboard. Working.
Back at it. Good peoples ova here.
Work is hell, but fun, and when you work with good people who you like (and who like you, I suppose), that makes hard work all the better. Working with good people is the way to go. Sometimes I have to remind myself that after everything that went down at my last job. Nasty, rotten peoples ova dat way. Good peoples ova here.
What else? Music, music, music, and more music. I need, Need, NEED to write more. I have a dozen ideas storming around my head, all kind of raring their heads at different times. Nothing is down yet. But goodness, I need to get some things down on paper. And the business of music - don't get me started! Things are finally working and moving along, but it's hard work. I love it, it's tough but so far so good, and worth the effort. Just wish I had more time!
What else? My personal life is good. Moving in some positive directions! So... now... D, don't think... don't think... don't think D!
Anything else? My health is good. And that's a good thing.
Concert tix on the way, Coheed and Dropkick, whooooo!
Isbell on the stereo. Can't beat that.
Fingers on the keyboard. Working.
Back at it. Good peoples ova here.
12.04.2008
I Am An Exit
I don't blog enough. Sometimes this poor site becomes a release for the bad, and never enough of the good, and lately things are going good... maybe even great.
Winter can be such a tough time, for so many people. It can be for me, that's for sure, but other than in early November, things have been excellent this winter. I am overworked but not totally overstressed. I have way too much to do with the music stuff, but it is so much fun I don't mind.
Winter is one of those great seasons where life is preparing to be reborn. Some view it as the end - the death of the year - but it's cyclical, so it's not really the death, but merely the completion of the circle of another years. And circles are continuous (thank you geometry), so we know that spring is coming, and life is preparing to be reborn.
In much that same way, some people use winter to labor over what is ending, while others use it to prepare for what is coming. This year has been so much of the latter for me - preparing for another good, possibly great year.
Let me share one small thing with you, one of the many reasons I am excited about the rebirth. I am working on getting my music online - ONLINE! - and the process has been fun, information, and most of all, carries with it a sense of accomplishment. Soon I'll be able to sell music online, linked from my own website, and even on iTunes and other electronic music sites. How cool is that?
I'll have to make it a point to come back often, and share my stories, good ones, for your enjoyment. This blog is my exit. But so many times the road you veer off of on the highway of life makes for one helluva great detour.
Winter can be such a tough time, for so many people. It can be for me, that's for sure, but other than in early November, things have been excellent this winter. I am overworked but not totally overstressed. I have way too much to do with the music stuff, but it is so much fun I don't mind.
Winter is one of those great seasons where life is preparing to be reborn. Some view it as the end - the death of the year - but it's cyclical, so it's not really the death, but merely the completion of the circle of another years. And circles are continuous (thank you geometry), so we know that spring is coming, and life is preparing to be reborn.
In much that same way, some people use winter to labor over what is ending, while others use it to prepare for what is coming. This year has been so much of the latter for me - preparing for another good, possibly great year.
Let me share one small thing with you, one of the many reasons I am excited about the rebirth. I am working on getting my music online - ONLINE! - and the process has been fun, information, and most of all, carries with it a sense of accomplishment. Soon I'll be able to sell music online, linked from my own website, and even on iTunes and other electronic music sites. How cool is that?
I'll have to make it a point to come back often, and share my stories, good ones, for your enjoyment. This blog is my exit. But so many times the road you veer off of on the highway of life makes for one helluva great detour.
11.24.2008
I Am Fuel, You Are Friends...
Not that anyone other than two friends reads this stupid blog, but...
I had a great weekend. Saw the Avett Brothers on Friday night in Bloomington. That was one of the most fantastic and fun shows I've been to in a long time. Other than jerky hipster douchers, the show was great.
Saturday, we nailed the shed, pun intended. Roof is done, dude. Come spring, we'll rock out the rest of it, and the Guv'ner's Mansion will be open for business.
Saturday evening was fun, too - hanging with good friends, watched a great movie, etc. It was a good time. We pizza'd when we should have french fry'd, but we still had a blast.
Sunday was what it usually was - laundry day. I also got a chance to pick up my room and clean house a little. And of course, as is usual on Sunday, we got in some quality Football and WoW time. That's right... sports and geeks. Deal with it.
I had a great weekend. Saw the Avett Brothers on Friday night in Bloomington. That was one of the most fantastic and fun shows I've been to in a long time. Other than jerky hipster douchers, the show was great.
Saturday, we nailed the shed, pun intended. Roof is done, dude. Come spring, we'll rock out the rest of it, and the Guv'ner's Mansion will be open for business.
Saturday evening was fun, too - hanging with good friends, watched a great movie, etc. It was a good time. We pizza'd when we should have french fry'd, but we still had a blast.
Sunday was what it usually was - laundry day. I also got a chance to pick up my room and clean house a little. And of course, as is usual on Sunday, we got in some quality Football and WoW time. That's right... sports and geeks. Deal with it.
11.19.2008
Sometimes I Rise, Sometimes I Fall...
You know, I don't like having to be asshole. Not all the time. But, you know... learn to think for yourself. If I could ask just one thing, it would be for others to stop and think.
So I said something impolite to a co-worker. It came out wrong - I believe the words I chose were "Use your brain" when someone asked how they were supposed to figure something out - but damn. It doesn't hurt to think critically every now and then, does it? Isn't it good to try and exhaust some options before asking for help? Again, I wouldn't mind so much if I wasn't asked every five minutes for some answer that is two clicks away on a desktop.
I've always prided myself on my ability to think quickly.
I just wish others would "follow" by example.
I heard something clever last night while watching the IU basketball game. On a commercial break, there was an ad for IU and the speaker was a ladies field hockey player. She said that her dad always told her there would always be two things under her control - her attitude and her effort. I have of course heard that before, but it stuck in my head last night.
I so obviously am burnt out. My attitude and effort are sorely lacking. I need a break.
So I said something impolite to a co-worker. It came out wrong - I believe the words I chose were "Use your brain" when someone asked how they were supposed to figure something out - but damn. It doesn't hurt to think critically every now and then, does it? Isn't it good to try and exhaust some options before asking for help? Again, I wouldn't mind so much if I wasn't asked every five minutes for some answer that is two clicks away on a desktop.
I've always prided myself on my ability to think quickly.
I just wish others would "follow" by example.
I heard something clever last night while watching the IU basketball game. On a commercial break, there was an ad for IU and the speaker was a ladies field hockey player. She said that her dad always told her there would always be two things under her control - her attitude and her effort. I have of course heard that before, but it stuck in my head last night.
I so obviously am burnt out. My attitude and effort are sorely lacking. I need a break.
11.18.2008
The In Between Is Mine
I still remember when "I Am Mine" first came out. The first Pearl Jam single in years (if you don't count "Light Years" - which most radio didn't, it seemed), it blossomed on the airwaves like a virus out of control. I instantly took to the song, not just because I was a Pearl Jam fan (read: obsessive maniac fan), but because the song had meaning.
"I know I was born and I know that I'll die. The in between is mine."
Today, I am reminded by the hopeful caution in the song. Winter is a time, frankly, for death. The cycle of life winds down, returning things to the earth so they can decompose and become fertilizer for the new growth to come. Likewise, for me, winter is a time of reflection, where, perhaps, parts of me die, where memories of the past year pass on and break down to become something else in the new year.
It is a process. Sometimes it is a painful one, sometimes a pleasant one, but always it is a mindful one. I can look back on this past year and count many, many things that changed and altered the course of my life, in some small or large way. New friends, new loves, new jobs, old friends, old loves, old problems. New opportunities. Blown saves.
The saddest part of my reflection time this year is seeing how much I lost hope in people this year - and despite some pretty positive evidence to the contrary. Friends helping friends out - be it a drive to the root canal/hellbringing dentist, or a hand on a hammer, helping to build something big for us small town poets. I have some great friends and family, and truthfully, they are not the problem.
It's everyone else. I've always seen other people as inherently good. I don't believe man is so fatalistically flawed (as some would have you believe) that he is solely evil (and can only reach goodness through the bridge of an intermediate deity). I believe in the good of humanity.
Maybe that is why this year was so hard - seeing so often that goodness shook off, in order for someone to make poor decisions and bad, evil choices. And it isn't just things that inconvenience me - yes, people who run stop signs in front of me really piss me off, but that's a small thing.
Last night I wrote a devestating song - sad bastard music, as Barry would say. But, you know... I thought about how one friend is sad that his girlfriend didn't even have the heart to tell him she didn't want to see him anymore. She just stopped calling, wouldn't answer, either. I thought of another friend, on the verge of what might be a messy divorce. I thought of yet another friend, and the deceit and hurt he had been through, culminating in a divorce.
In his pursuit of selfish desires and pleasures, man burns and destroys all around him. Bridges, doors, keys, rooms, all burnt to ashes. Look at what you have wrought. The hell your actions unleash so you can... what? Get a little satisfaction? Leave that to Jagger and the Stones.
It is about time that human beings started acting like human beings again. I am reminded once more of Emmanuel Levinas, my favorite philospher, and his notion of encountering humanity in a person's eyes. A need that screams out - see me, feel me - recognize my humanity.
See me, feel me. Touch me, heal me.
It's about time we looked in the mirror, and remembered what it was like to be human. And then go out and be it. Human.
"I know I was born and I know that I'll die. The in between is mine."
Today, I am reminded by the hopeful caution in the song. Winter is a time, frankly, for death. The cycle of life winds down, returning things to the earth so they can decompose and become fertilizer for the new growth to come. Likewise, for me, winter is a time of reflection, where, perhaps, parts of me die, where memories of the past year pass on and break down to become something else in the new year.
It is a process. Sometimes it is a painful one, sometimes a pleasant one, but always it is a mindful one. I can look back on this past year and count many, many things that changed and altered the course of my life, in some small or large way. New friends, new loves, new jobs, old friends, old loves, old problems. New opportunities. Blown saves.
The saddest part of my reflection time this year is seeing how much I lost hope in people this year - and despite some pretty positive evidence to the contrary. Friends helping friends out - be it a drive to the root canal/hellbringing dentist, or a hand on a hammer, helping to build something big for us small town poets. I have some great friends and family, and truthfully, they are not the problem.
It's everyone else. I've always seen other people as inherently good. I don't believe man is so fatalistically flawed (as some would have you believe) that he is solely evil (and can only reach goodness through the bridge of an intermediate deity). I believe in the good of humanity.
Maybe that is why this year was so hard - seeing so often that goodness shook off, in order for someone to make poor decisions and bad, evil choices. And it isn't just things that inconvenience me - yes, people who run stop signs in front of me really piss me off, but that's a small thing.
Last night I wrote a devestating song - sad bastard music, as Barry would say. But, you know... I thought about how one friend is sad that his girlfriend didn't even have the heart to tell him she didn't want to see him anymore. She just stopped calling, wouldn't answer, either. I thought of another friend, on the verge of what might be a messy divorce. I thought of yet another friend, and the deceit and hurt he had been through, culminating in a divorce.
In his pursuit of selfish desires and pleasures, man burns and destroys all around him. Bridges, doors, keys, rooms, all burnt to ashes. Look at what you have wrought. The hell your actions unleash so you can... what? Get a little satisfaction? Leave that to Jagger and the Stones.
It is about time that human beings started acting like human beings again. I am reminded once more of Emmanuel Levinas, my favorite philospher, and his notion of encountering humanity in a person's eyes. A need that screams out - see me, feel me - recognize my humanity.
See me, feel me. Touch me, heal me.
It's about time we looked in the mirror, and remembered what it was like to be human. And then go out and be it. Human.
11.17.2008
Destined for Nothing? w/ They Don't Compare
Does that it make you suffer because you have to die? Is it best to live a lie?
That’s the question that Bad Religion asks in their song, “Destined For Nothing.” I don’t know the answer, really. I am doing my thing, observing my friends and family going through the motions… and seeing that some of the motions aren’t healthy.
I don’t like to watch my friends hurt, whether the hurt be financial, romantic, winter blahs, loneliness, stress. And I feel for them – I have definitely been through all of the above. And, in some cases, sometimes those things are healthy. We grow in the tough times, so they are somewhat necessary from time to time.
But sometimes these things seem like too much for us to take. I hate to see others at that breaking point. I hate to be there myself.
As much as it sucks sometimes – for ourselves, and for others – we can’t always cover things up. Sometimes you’ve got to throw off the shroud. Just know that in those times, you have friends who do love you and care. It is easier to share than go through it all alone.
That said - the good guys and gals covered - I have to vent about something else.
Fucking people make me sick. Listen, we all make mistakes. I find myself qualifying my opinions all the time, and maybe I do that too much. Maybe I don't stick hard enough to my guns. And in those cases maybe I am part of the problem.
But life is tough enough without people looking to cheat, steal, and stab each other in the back all the fucking time.
I think to myself, how can I trust anyone? I want to be close to something dangerous - want to be with someone who can be wild, out of control, unhinged, and on the edge. I want our relationship to exist there. But how the fuck can I ever trust someone else like that again? Finding diamonds in the rough is rare, and the rest of the people walking around either don't meet my sometimes-too-lofty standards, or are so fucking shallow and evil as to not merit my time or consideration.
Sometimes the evil ones get you (me) anyway. They're sneaky like that.
Mom and Dad always taught me the Golden Rule - particularly mom. And I've read plenty about Jesus and turning the other cheek and loving your neighbor.
And I don't see much of those three rules in practice. Anywhere. Yes, even in my own actions.
We are a selfish, fucking excuse for a race of creatures. Like Ed Vedder said in "Rats" ...
"They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way, don't pack themselves together and run as one. Don't shit where they're not supposed to, don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare."
They don't compare. WE don't compare. Sorry fucking human race.
Listen. If you take one thing from this whole post, take this: be kind to one another. Try it some time. It just might spread. Try and think how you would feel if x and y and z happened to you... and avoid doing x and y and z to anyone, especially the people you love.
Be a human being. See the humanity, the emotion, the fucking soul in someone else's eyes.
And respect it.
That’s the question that Bad Religion asks in their song, “Destined For Nothing.” I don’t know the answer, really. I am doing my thing, observing my friends and family going through the motions… and seeing that some of the motions aren’t healthy.
I don’t like to watch my friends hurt, whether the hurt be financial, romantic, winter blahs, loneliness, stress. And I feel for them – I have definitely been through all of the above. And, in some cases, sometimes those things are healthy. We grow in the tough times, so they are somewhat necessary from time to time.
But sometimes these things seem like too much for us to take. I hate to see others at that breaking point. I hate to be there myself.
As much as it sucks sometimes – for ourselves, and for others – we can’t always cover things up. Sometimes you’ve got to throw off the shroud. Just know that in those times, you have friends who do love you and care. It is easier to share than go through it all alone.
That said - the good guys and gals covered - I have to vent about something else.
Fucking people make me sick. Listen, we all make mistakes. I find myself qualifying my opinions all the time, and maybe I do that too much. Maybe I don't stick hard enough to my guns. And in those cases maybe I am part of the problem.
But life is tough enough without people looking to cheat, steal, and stab each other in the back all the fucking time.
I think to myself, how can I trust anyone? I want to be close to something dangerous - want to be with someone who can be wild, out of control, unhinged, and on the edge. I want our relationship to exist there. But how the fuck can I ever trust someone else like that again? Finding diamonds in the rough is rare, and the rest of the people walking around either don't meet my sometimes-too-lofty standards, or are so fucking shallow and evil as to not merit my time or consideration.
Sometimes the evil ones get you (me) anyway. They're sneaky like that.
Mom and Dad always taught me the Golden Rule - particularly mom. And I've read plenty about Jesus and turning the other cheek and loving your neighbor.
And I don't see much of those three rules in practice. Anywhere. Yes, even in my own actions.
We are a selfish, fucking excuse for a race of creatures. Like Ed Vedder said in "Rats" ...
"They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way, don't pack themselves together and run as one. Don't shit where they're not supposed to, don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare."
They don't compare. WE don't compare. Sorry fucking human race.
Listen. If you take one thing from this whole post, take this: be kind to one another. Try it some time. It just might spread. Try and think how you would feel if x and y and z happened to you... and avoid doing x and y and z to anyone, especially the people you love.
Be a human being. See the humanity, the emotion, the fucking soul in someone else's eyes.
And respect it.
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