Life is an odd medium, depending on one’s perspective I suppose.
There are so many different paths a life could take for better or for worse.
Some have their lives mapped out from birth. Some wish they had a map. Some are
uncomfortable with living at all. There are certain things you are supposed to
do as a participant in life with the fellow living. You are supposed to be
polite and ask how their day was; you’re supposed to agree with strangers when
they make an idiotic statement, out of courtesy. You’re supposed to care when
you really don’t. Why? Well if you don’t you will most likely be labeled an
asshole by everyone who is “living”. Most of the population is so self-absorbed
that if you don’t hang on their every word it is inevitable that they will
label you an asshole. In the interaction among humans when did it become
obligatory to care about someone else’s life? Most of us see life through this
tiny peephole that it becomes near impossible to see anything outside of our
own lives. BUT passing judgment on things outside of your own short sighted
perspective is an American past time. So why ask someone to care about your life
when in return you will judge them as worthy of your attention? Perhaps some
lives are more important than others. There should be a scale that rates the
lives of some higher than others which requires attention from those ranked at
the bottom of the scale. Why can’t all lives be just as pertinent as the next
regardless of background, social status, monetary status, race, sexual
preference, or occupation? We all only have one life, just one, yet we place
value on certain lives over others which is perplexing to me. We are all born
and we all die, that’s the bottom line. We are all given one chip in this
casino we call life and we can use it any way we see fit. Once we can collectively
grasp this concept as living people we would be much better off. Sounds cheesy,
I know, however the direction we are headed maybe we need some cheese.
Pieces and Creases
