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To Dream... The Impossible Dream?



"It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve and all bad things are easy to get"  - Confucius 

          It was always this kind of rhetoric that I ignored as it was repeatedly recited to me in attempts to engrave wisdom into a child who had yet to experience life. I was more so trying to figure out the mysterious things. The human-like features of "Papa Dios" (God) and what those powers the elders spoke of entailed drove my curiosity through the roof. While growing up into the woman I am today, I often wondered why I'd spend countless nights wondering about something that was promised to never physically be seen until death came and we had to follow that light, not realizing that faith is something that must grow from within and we must possess inside of us without the need to constantly verify its existence. I then learned to channel and apply that energy towards my desire to change things in my world for the better. Anyway, I'm glad things happened in that order because faith is pretty much all that's left inside of me besides the courage and perseverance to endure what human beings have made this place we call "our home" to be, both good and bad. Faith is what helps me sleep at night, knowing that Confucius had a very interesting yet unfortunately true point.
          Lets face it, although it is said that good news travels fast, bad news travels even faster than the speed of light, it seems. I blame a lot of it on technology after ourselves. As an example, I'd say most of the people in this world don't know who I am, therefore, to them I am a nobody and that's all fine. The irony is I have yet to find the niche of readers for my blog that enjoy reading about how unfortunate situations and mishaps can be turned into life lessons that can be applied into making things better next time around. Its just not popular enough, its too cliche and will never compete with the violent fights and public sexual video complications constantly plastered on modern day urban Internet sites. The point is that the Internet or social media platforms rather, have become one of the main (if not the main) reasons why negativity is spreading faster than ever before. 
  Like the many positive individuals today, there are beings exsiting with horrible things constantly taking over their minds that should have no business spreading morbidity. We all know this cannot be stopped. From laws protecting the freedom of expression to the simple fact that there are just too many of them, the reasons for this can be endless. Us humans carry a diversity of emotions, but unlike any other species today we have countless ways of expressing it, promoting it, inflicting it on to others and eventually, this has contributed to destroying our own kind. For instance, there is someone else out there right now reading this very blog post wondering "What the FUCK is she talking about?" or thinking "…blah blah blah, get a life and stop sulking about the world. Accept it!" Don't think I can prove it? It's all in my inbox. 

So what exactly does this have to do with Confucius's idea of "the grand scheme of things?" 

           It's a given that people will continue to boost privative actions faster than positive virtues taking place in the world today. I can only wish for a Twitter with nothing but happy and inspiring tweets, a Facebook with a more intriguing and newsworthy feed, and an Instagram with less grouse and degrading photos and sites with less oral sex performed on New York City trains influencing underaged prostitution and drug abuse. I can admit and accept that this is the world we live in, but I am a firm believer that if we are the ones putting this on the front pages of our everyday reads, we can over power it with something different so that these things aren't all that our future knows. 

The reality is this begins with you, who has diligently read through my entire thought process from last night. Would you take on the difficult task to help OUR world become a better place for US to live in, and live knowing you contributed to making a difference, or would you accept the things as they are in fear that indifference may cause some irredeemable consequences to come about? 

Just think about it.



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