I was reading about the evil that men do as they gathered to discuss their money and power. It was in Hunter’s diary. I felt there is something we probably all know but never discuss here.
I am so grateful that I live from check to check. How much do these sort of people need? Do they even know they can’t take it with them and they are all going to die. They are all miserable. Their smiles are strained and phony. They abuse all sorts of things. They seem to have loveless relationships and money and power does not hold you and keep you close. These people are lost.
They live lost and they will die lost. Lost in misery and evildoings. I had rather sit in the darkest shack in the woods than recline on satin sheets that are cold as ice in an ivory tower made of hate and lies. There is no warmth in that tower. There is no trust. There is no love. The pain I feel can be eased with a cool rag from a loving hand, or soft voice but their pain can never be eased. Yes, give me the shack with the warm glow of a fire built by loving hands and sweat from a day’s work and a night of peaceful dreams.
There is a hole in their hearts that can never be filled. They look for peace in the wrong places. No one nor one thing can fulfill their dreams, or their thirst. They are zombies of humanity. We are the lucky ones. Our thirst can be quenched. A smile from our loved ones can fill us like a huge meal.
Our passion to make life easier for others can sustain us for months. We can close our eyes, even in all sorts of chaos and sleep with a conscience of knowing we are trying. We may fail, but we have strength to get up and try again. These people never really achieve. They wander from place to place to impress one another with their money, their love of it that sucks their soul dry. Their bones ache from the oppression they cause their fellow man. We may be oppressed but not like they are.
We can be soothed with little things. We can achieve because we have the ability to love and be loved. Some of us may have loved and lost but we were not so self absorbed to never experience love and kindness. We did and we got up from disappointment and continue. They wallow in self pity from the simplest of things.
We feel empathy and friendship and our plates of black eyed peas can soothe our stomachs when the richest Prime rib is so mundane until it does not even begin to quiet their hunger. The checkbook is their companion and means to communicate. They are so lost.
I know now why I cannot truly hate these people. First of all, my faith will not allow me to truly hate. I pity their inability to be more than zombies destined to wander far and wide inflicting pain on everyone when they themselves have no concept that this is the root of their problems.
When they die and they surely will, it will be a relief to many and a blessing to most but no one will really know who they could have been and the good they could have achieved because they were so shallow and weak. They knew not how to fit into the lives of others with meaning. Their legacy will not be remembered well and they will die lonely and afraid. They are as zombies afraid of most everything pretending to fit into humanity without showing a shred of decency or humanity. They lie to cover their hate and projection and envy. They do not know how to cry because that requires a heart full of something they won’t possess. They are weak. They are cowards. They are lacking and as we look on to their lives filled with hate and murder and cruelty, we should be ever so grateful, that we are not them. We too shall pass from this earth and we will never understand them because we ARE aware and live for our better angels, even through our own mistakes. We learn.
These people of power who think they are Kings and Masters, are in truth, slaves. They are slaves to a life of misery and love of money and power and wrath that in the end brings them nothing, Absolutely nothing, because they never lived, truly lived but will surely die...Truly die. The longer they live, the longer they suffer.
Everyone born has a hungry heart. How you feed it, determines who you are.
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