In my lifetime I have been well versed in the deterioration of the human condition on this earth. My eyes have witnessed and my hands have practiced misgivings. I am no poet nor sage or anyone who possesses any secrets to living a better life. All I know is that on this sphere pain ruminates in the hearts and minds of us all.
No swipe of the pen wipes pain away. No sonnet written or sung can fully give remedy for all the hurt people experience. It makes me sad where instead I should be angry. For anger is less debilitating than sadness.
Whether you believe in God or not I think it safe to say that me referencing the Bible can explain my point. In Christianity there are certain tenets. One of which says that the Lord should be feared. Feared, of course, because he is God. Yet also because God himself is a vengeful God. The Bible goes as far as to say God gets angry. Angry, however, because God experiences great sadness in his own creation.
My friends, if you don’t like or believe in God I still care for you. Whether it’s because God doesn’t make sense to you or that you don’t like the idea of giving control of your actions in light of being a better “Godly” person, I understand. What God and the Bible, from my view, express is that sorrow is better dealt with with anger rather than sadness. It’s obvious. Anger shows disdain rather than hopelessness.
It even plainly states in the Bible that in your anger do not sin. In some ways giving anger a free pass in some situations. Like I said I have no solution for all the pain in the world. Mainly because there is none. All I know is that pain makes us kin. Pain gives us something in common. At no time or place will the whole world unite hands and sing kumbaya.
I just want you guys to know I am sad sometimes. I want you to know I get angry. I want you to know that to me that both anger and sadness are forgivable; if not also makes us more human. Every time I read a post I absorb your mind’s eye. When I read what you write I see joy, pain, anger and sadness. As well as a great many other feelings. Some that which I can relate and some I can’t. Never the less I want you, my friends, to know I understand.
I can’t read everyone’s poetry. I can’t read everyone’s articles. The one’s I do read I “like” them. When I do I am saying I understand. So understand me please when I say I hurt for you whom hurt. I cry with you who cry. My heart exists beneath tumult the likes of which are only beheld in a hurricane.
So I write about the one thing that I escape to time and time again. The love I have or have had in life. Because love is pure. Because love is my remedy. I may seem some swooning playboy but I am not. So I leave you with this. Find your remedy. Find the art of your heart and give yourself to the real. Or give yourself to your magic potion that you swallow down to help you sleep at night. Because the night, as the world, is dark and unforgiving let us forgive the forgivable and appreciate the power we all possess.