A Great Woman can Evoke Inspirational Powers

I’ve searched the world for Aristotle’s “friendship of the good”.  Sometimes it’s disheartening.  There is comfort in knowing that not much has changed in human history.  Recall Shakespeare’s Hamlet, when Hamlet is speaking to Polonius about the proportion of honest people in the world.  “Were that you were a fishmonger, to be such an honest man” or something like that.  So funny, so true.

Fact is that only 1 out of 10 people are truly good (will invariably do the right thing even if they know they could get away with wrong).  8 out of 10 are unscrupulous to varying degrees (will weigh personal risk and reward and serve themselves always).  And 1 out of 10 are evil (will do bad for the fun of it even with a high chance of getting caught).  This is scientifically shown and used in some very sophisticated models.

So tell me, the chances that you are amongst the good?  Fools all, following false dreams, following false prophets, following hasty judgments, following bodies and flesh that will rot in only a few years’ time, following materials and money, following ego and social groups of phony belonging, following things they don’t understand, latching onto their peers’ minds of corruption.  Lemmings and incorrect pride, such foolhardiness abound with what they choose to pursue.  End game: emptiness, chaos, instability, shattered dreams, and disappointment.  Who needs an executioner?  The foolhardy will pay for their bad choices in time.

So says Guns N Roses: “It don’t really matter.  Gonna find out for yourself.”  An attitude despised by the left.

Or how about Mudvayne, “Scatter all the pieces, the puzzle will remain the same.”  Also conservative.  The idea is that the truth will always be there to discover, even if you corrupt it and bury it.

Some nights, overwhelmed with the ungodly responsibility they put on my shoulders, some nights, I just feel like driving – not knowing where I would end up, but never coming back.  Ever felt like that?  Driving alone at night?  Just keep on going with your tunes pumping hard, a taste of liberation on your tongue? 

How many times have I felt the tragedy and burdens of Cassandra?  It’s an ugly revelation.  What I’ve learned after so many prophecies is absolutely vulgar. 

It really doesn’t matter by the time your predictions are proven correct.  Who cares when you have wise foresight?

Most often, the damage has been done.  So what can you fix? 

Most often, the people who doubted you will convert your correctness into envy of you.  So now the rejecters have a more visceral reason to shun you, because you remind them of their own foolishness. 

Most often, the ones who can actually swallow their pride, and choose to seek reconciliation can no longer get what they want.  The opportunity to act has passed.  The course has already played out. 

Now the repentant are reticent because they can only move on, to a less happy path.  Turn the corner.  As Linkin Park says “Once the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again”.  As Julius Caesar said when he crossed the Rubicon: “The die is cast”.  Only this time – the fools have lost the empire, their armies are defeated.

Got a taste for the counterintuitive?  Here it is: I pity the envious, vain, and bold the most, over the the repentant.  The repentant will suffer and feel a great sadness to have messed up relationships or to have done wrong.  But they actually have a chance to learn from their mistakes and become better people; they have a chance to grow. 

The envious, prideful, and vain will not learn – and so their path of chaos can only build entropy in time.  A sad fate for them and those who are in their lives.  I’ve seen this too many times.  The saddest and most destructive of fates.  The end is the worst.  Their house of cards looks terrible Surprised

Ever feel like a stranger and alone in your own hometown?  Bizarre.  What made you feel that way?  Was it running into an old friend?  Seeing how people have changed and are living lives of silent desperation?  I can’t help but feel pity for my old friends.  Here I am with such a rewarding and active life, and there they are in a self-made prison.  Makes me wish I could do something more for them.

Regardless, I’m thankful.  Immensely overwhelmed by duty, and disappointed by too many people, but no desperation.  I never lose hope and faith in the continual growth of people for the better – I will do what I can to help them.

Even with these subpar feelings and experiences, there is always some kind of shining light. 

This woman is such a joy to hear about.  She has gorgeous kids that she does right by.  It makes me smile.  She’s got a vivid mind of conviction and righteousness.  She’s on top of the world around her – knows her stuff.  I’ve been conversing with her for a number of months from afar, of course in friendship (a married woman).  She admires me for certain things – thinks there are big plans for me.  Well, I admire her too.  No matter how many people throughout my life have thought there was some kind of divine plan for my life – my achievements to date are still anonymous.  Yes I’ve done things that have impacted millions of people.  But only a few know what those things are.  Does fame matter?  Not really.

A few things are certain to me – I thank God for the gift of my grandfather’s spirit, good and noble through and through, honest, magnanimous.  I will never give up on my missions.  I will exploit my gifts to their full potential.  I will always care about making a difference for the people around me.  I will always deliver my attention in a just way – where it is currently most deserved, and most critical.  I will always give people what they deserve – nothing more, nothing less.  To give more is to allow a corrupt parasite to nurture their abusive nature.  To give less is to deny just reward.

However big or small, I do believe that God has a plan for everyone.  Even a small ripple that is made by one life can have profound impacts on the world.

So says Mudvayne, “A butterfly’s wings can start tornados, don’t ya know?”

Will you be privy to the impact you’ve had?  Most likely not.  Does that make you sad?  If so, why?

For the moment, my thoughts of burden are lifted; I’m grateful to have met this woman.  Her spirit, children, faith, and actions make me smile.  I am one of the few without an ounce of envy in my bones, truly, void of envy.  I don’t envy this woman or her husband, but seeing the smiles and genuinely good spirits on her and her children’s faces and reading the sincerity of her words – all together – it gives me some kind of feeling of longing, for some kind of diligent, nurturing, and comforting simplicity in my own life – something to come home to, something that was observed in my own family if only for a short time.  Some of my best foundational memories.  Her and her progeny have evoked these pleasant thoughts, and I’m grateful for that!

If you read this, you know who you are.  Thank you.

Published in: on February 23, 2010 at 12:36 AM  Leave a Comment  

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