http://www.yahooka.com/forum/writers...l#post51677405
This was a journal entry of mine, and thought it was more appropiate in the Writer's Forum, but it was a quote in a book that brought out alot of reflection in my head. This one gets cynical at times. Upon reflecting on this entry over Dawali I had an other series of more positive changes over these earlier thoughts.
These were:
1. It is my suffering, my dream, my perception. Don't put my hurt on the world, it's not them putting it on me. I choose, nothing makes me. My suffering is me putting my judgement on their choices, in what I think is negativly effecting the planet. Don't Judge. Life is cyclical.
2. Because I feel like a lone drop of water doesn't mean there aren't countless drops unseen altering the coarse of a river. Trying to carve an easier channel to the Inifinate Ocean
3. Maybe I or several other drops will be the ones to quench one person's thirst in the final swallow of a glass of water drank alittle too fast.
4. My elements of the body may someday help a tree grow, or be the newly burst fruit of the vine that nourishes a person like myself when they are walking their groceries home. Being part of that relief or peace of mind to trudge on and be happy with a simple life, as their teeth sink in to my body or rest in the shade.
These are my reflections. Especially the first one started the turning the other cogs in my head. "Why don't I believe people will stop and help?" my wife asked.