There Are Others Of Us


I will not complain today. 

Sometimes I forget that I am surrounded by billions of other people on this world. wpid-img_20150220_121756-picsay.jpg

Many of them are going about their daily grind at this very moment; having their coffee, walking to the store on the corner for toilet paper, taking a pee off their back porch as they look across their families fields of corn or wheat, walking to the mailbox in your underwear, making steam monsters inside a freezing car as the heater does its job; standing at the end of the driveway watching a school bus full of little, squealing ankle biters fading off in the distance, feeling lonely all of a sudden; but don’t tell the wife or she’ll start cooing and call you a “big ol’baby”.

There are millions of others on our world that scream and wet their pants when a car backfires. There are millions of  others on our world that are digging thru mountains of debris looking for grandma or grandpa and snakes.

There are millions of others on our world that are cooking stale corn meal over a buffalo shit fire and filtering some drinking water thru an old tee-shirt and sand..There are millions of others on our world that are waiting for the sun to come back, or Jesus, or the mothership…

Allahu Akbar….

REPENT YE!

Fear God, not man…

imagesdenialWhat a crock of shit.

Lets face reality, people.

There are millions of others on our world that will not have a meal today and tomorrow isn’t looking good either. Maybe the rebel or government troops won’t steal the food from the relief organizations this time. They wonder if cannabalism is really all that bad.

wp-1459466600448.jpgThere are others on our world that will wonder what that noise is, right before the building explodes.

There are others on our world , millions of PEOPLE, that are not “blessed” or “lucky” enough to have what millions of us have; like a grocery store that throws away tons of perfectly edible food on a weekly basis. 

I’ve witnessed it. 

There are others on our world that would be grateful for a spoon of oatmeal or maybe a nice, hot shower or hell, maybe some timely penicillin.

There are others on our world that have never seen a TV, a car, an aspirin, an iPhone or a Kardashian…

I woke up this morning, like millions of others on our world, worrying about my bills, being at work on time, 52 year old aches and pains and a noisy coffee maker; then, I saw this: Sacrifice

I didn’t wake up dead this morning but, I complained about my life.

I cried for a baby and her dead parents this morning, then I remembered.fb_img_1462714108215.jpg

I reminded myself to be grateful and happy

I stopped what I was doing and began to do my little guilt routine.

As I walked around my bed, making it up, I told myself to be grateful, told myself what I should be happy for and why, to REMIND myself how truly blessed” “lucky” or “providentially gifted” or just in the right place at the right time, stumbling around bleery eyed in this little tiny apartment, in this little bitty city, in this tiny weeny country on this little bitty planet in this big old universe.

I have to remind myself to be grateful.

Think about that for a bit today.

Shouldn’t being grateful come naturally, shouldn’t it be kind of like an instinct?

I have to remind myself to be happy, some days… wp-1459466533709.png

Sometimes life gets in the way of living, and we forget the present moment is all we truly have and that each breath is a gift in this, our miracle of existence that defy any explanations or the limitation of human thought or expression.

We forgot how to be ourselves because we did it to ourselves and others.

I will not complain today.

Please remember that everything is impermanent, nothing lasts forever, but this includes all aspects of the human condition or life situation; such as, happy can be happier, best can be better or my coffee can be ready on time.

We are what we think we are, we create our reality or our perception of it.

Don’t even get me started on the treachery of perception. 

Do you have to remind yourselves to be grateful or happy?

I will not complain today but, tomorrow…..I’m pretty sure I’ll have to remind myself to be happy and grateful, again.

Don’t be me….

Love, everything.

Love, everybody. 

Help someones life be better.wpid-adversity.jpeg

Even if it kills you. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “There Are Others Of Us”

  1. Hellos! And nice post. Sometimes, yes I have to remind myself to be grateful. But that is fine because it tells me that even though I may need reminding, it means that I really haven’t forgotten. Once we forget then we wouldn’t be reminding ourselves, right? 😉

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