The journey…

most call it the present, our gift of life that we have the option to cherish. Yet, society as a collective, do we all cherish this gift of presence?

History seems to scream, “it only rains missiles and bombs,” that is the story as we all read it. Empires conquering and dividing and then cheerleaders blaring trumpets as the march carries on. Though, down the deeper pages, in between the lines, and in silenced minds…do the stories of how the wars were able to succeed…hide there?

Would our dissection of every moment and event, trace us back to the beginnings of war as we see? Or would we discover full minds of those who cherished the present? At what stage did we begin living in rage? Upset at our fellow man and dividing the tongues of the world to shape a divisive tone? What age what that? What era?

A mind swirl, a tunnel vision…too many branches, the containers of wisdom over flow with important information, but is there purpose is saving and archiving the foundings of our “nations”? Open for all and easy to access thoughtful narratives? Would there be a desire to see through the eyes of the past, or would the headlines and hashtags, still be all that is left?

The path of least resistance, most of the World takes that path…we follow, because we were taught to follow. From Kings and Queens, to dictators, to the corporations with monopolizing systems…we follow, we idolize and then we ponder why society as a whole is swirling in chaos. Our foundation on the ground is bare.

Imagine a global nation, open minded and diligent, equipped with time to discover, to create, to express…no pressure to “work” for survival, a moment to breathe with the gift, the present. Will we ever get there? Maybe? Only every single one of us leads the way.

observer

hazey gazes.

middle path