Everyone has an opinion, which means everyone has something to say. Even when we all might see, hear, and do the same things, we each have our own lenses, filters, and motivations. Regardless, the point is no matter what it might be, we all have our own perceptions of how we identify with the world and one another.
However, it seems to me that more times than not, the only time we speak our mind is when we are not satisfied. Almost never do we share our opinions when we are content. It is that we are only propelled to action when we are stirred by conflicting beliefs? Sometimes I think we speak and act to defend, but at what point are we just being negative?
I’ve learned over the years no matter how much you do for people, no matter the level of success you reach, and no matter how genuine you try to be, people are always going to find ways to pick you apart. While the negativity speaks through megaphones, the positive lays dormant, content in the silence of the multitudes. If we could only learn to speak when we were happy with things, how much different of a picture would be painted?
It’s so easy to get lost in the routine of everyday life. Your world becomes a never ending to-do list of things that hardly ever get done. Almost like a sequence of repetitive motion you know that your tomorrow will be nothing but a slight variation of your today. Something that at times is welcomed, even most of the time enjoyed, can bear weights stronger then the strongest can hold.
How much is getting things done worth, if you can’t even enjoy the moments of getting to the top? I’ve always imagined the view at the end of a goal would be the most rewarding of sights and most likely the greatest of feelings. However, how much more would it mean to enjoy the view on the way up?
For the driven, things add up quickly, maybe even more so for the less motivated. We get stressed out, exhausted, and at some points let down. Our time is consumed faster than the next day can begin. We try to stretch something that can’t be multiplied and create something that can’t be made. I have come to believe that the greatest successes stand little in comparison to the moments of enjoyment that get us there. While the small things often times seem to slip between the cracks, they are the very things that make the view from the top all the more worthwhile.
Millions swear by it and even more can only hope to find it someday. More songs have been written about it, many books have tried to describe it, and reality shows have been built around it – a verb that has become so elusive that believing in it takes only the strongest of people. It breaks down and builds up the very fabric of humanity. Love, the most special experience we are only so lucky to encounter, seems so far away these days.
We live in a world where we care more about how we can make our own self happy than anyone else. Everyday people go hungry, people feel alone, people are abused, and people are betrayed. So when did the one thing that is free to give become so pricey? While it has been tarnished by our own greed, it is the only thing that has the power to change people’s lives. Even the most hopeless situations are no match to its ability to bring things around.
I truly believe we all have a duty to practice love. It’s not about figuring out whether someone deserves it or not, because we were first loved – even though we were not worthy. Sometimes we get confused on our roles, and instead find ourselves passing judgments on others. However, we have no authority because there is only one capable of striking the court mallet. We are only to love just as we too have been loved, and when we do the world can’t stay the same anymore.