It's amazing how hard it is to be easy. The best way that any of us can live is obvious to most everybody, yet, how many people truly live it? To live without judgment, to remember that every single one of us are the same when you turn the lights off and we're by ourselves.
We all WANT to be happy, but at every turn we do the exact things that are going to make us depressed, that are going to bring drama into our lives, and that are going to be immense road blocks to that elusive happiness.
It has to be repetitive, just like in school when you're learning and studying. It has to be drilled into you. No one thing, one place, one car, one person can make YOU happy. Happiness isn't surface. "I love my kids, I love the Tigers, I love beer." Fucking terrific. That's great. Currently I love Madden for PS3 and love that Michigan is going to dominate the Big Ten within the next three years. It's perfectly fine to love those things, but the different levels of love and happiness are something I just fucking fight and battle and struggle with every single day.
I don't wish to be someone who can't see the layers and depths to life and people though. I don't want to be non-feeling and just exist...and call that happiness. But this is me in a nutshell (perfecy example) -- yesterday there were 17 separate terrorist attacks in Pakistan. The Taliban is waging war on Pakistan and killing hundreds of innocent people every week in an effort that will end up being fruitless if Pakistan every mobilizes. The consequences of this happening in a nuclear-owning nation like Pakistan, just two doors to the right of Iran, could threaten and de-stabilize India, Afghanistan, Iran and the entire world. It's incredibly sad and hurtful, and scary as shit.
What leads off every news channel last night? Even on CNN, "the most trusted name in news," is some hoax that a kid is trapped in a fucking balloon in the skies of Colorado.
This affects me profoundly and it IS why I have this incredible disconnect with everything around me....with this life. It has to be a dream that this is really happening. Most people I know couldn't tell me where Pakistan is on a map, but the "hey, did you see that shit about the kid in the balloon?" conversation had to have happened a million times yesterday. Add to it those glimpses of TV shows and websites judging what people wear, or how much money they make or don't make. I get "first day of school" tightness in my stomach when I think about this shit.
But before, I used to feel guilty about that. I don't now. That's part of the progress of counseling and reading and meditating. I surround that and accept it as it is. There isn't anything I can do about Pakistan directly (I'm sure that is the defense of most people as to why they'd rather watch balloon-boy on the news). What I can do is meditate on it, on an area that Ghandi held so dear, an area that born nearly every organized religion that we have today. Send love to those who are suffering over there, and pray that the people in leadership have the strength and ability to bring this to a peaceful end.
These terrorists aren't just suicide bombing anymore. They are doing their own personal Virginia Techs all over the country. Picture yourself sitting at dinner innocently with your kids and spouse, and some mad man comes in strapped with a bomb and automatic weapons, just shooting anything they see. How is it so hard to connect with what is going on over there?
I can't change anybody, but it does seem as like Buffalo is plagued with a myopia that not many other cities in the country has. It makes sense. Nobody from outside of Buffalo moves here, so, it's so parochial. But it's hard to get a grasp on that and accept it as it is. There is something to say for this insulation that is Western New York though. The pain of the world never gets let in, since for so many people here Cleveland is an exotic weekend getaway. It leads to people being incredibly self-involved though. Without a global grasp of this world, and this life, people have nothing outside of their lives to care about.
This isn't good or bad -- it just is. It's just not how I can exist.
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