Its a remarkable world out there...
...will you be a giver or a taker?
It takes just one decision, one moment in your life, to set about a path totally different from that which you initially planned on. The choice you make may be later than you should have, or at an awkward time. It may come in a period of blessing, of recession, of both. Through the harsh and gentle times, we might choose.
People enjoy expounding the virtues of process, yet they also put great value and consideration in the worth of the product. We are simply hypocritical in nature, where it would fit us best. To make a choice the decision-making process and the effort expended, means all - all because without that process, there would be no choice, and without that effort, there would be no point to that choice. But the finale, the choice in itself, is a start of a journey. It is the start of a million other choices, interwoven with each other, with choices past and choices unknown. If the processes for that choice were important, so were that of the trillions of other choices that began that one choice.
Simply, there is no such thing as mere "gaining from the process". Our whole lives are a constitution of processes and so we gain and learn always. You are a Samaritan before you gave the penny, a Saviour before you lifted your finger, a Demon before you killed.
The one decision that we make that changes our life, it is not a conscious process you can manipulate, or have control over. It was built up from the day you were born and is a summation of who you are, what you did and what you'd do. It is neither destiny nor providence nor fate. It is simply by process of elimination, environment and consequence. You chose not because you decided, you chose because you spent your life aspiring, conscious or otherwise, and more likely, you knew.
I grew up trained never
To aspire or dream.
The future a script,
A stain of old cream.
Upon my shoulders
They draped with pride,
A mantle of choices
That they had let slide.
A guinea pig for
styles of upbringing
-The burden of First
That no angels sing.
Though perhaps someday
When no one will taunt,
When oppression is gone,
I can say I want
And i have no clue what i'm typing, its late, good night.
It takes just one decision, one moment in your life, to set about a path totally different from that which you initially planned on. The choice you make may be later than you should have, or at an awkward time. It may come in a period of blessing, of recession, of both. Through the harsh and gentle times, we might choose.
People enjoy expounding the virtues of process, yet they also put great value and consideration in the worth of the product. We are simply hypocritical in nature, where it would fit us best. To make a choice the decision-making process and the effort expended, means all - all because without that process, there would be no choice, and without that effort, there would be no point to that choice. But the finale, the choice in itself, is a start of a journey. It is the start of a million other choices, interwoven with each other, with choices past and choices unknown. If the processes for that choice were important, so were that of the trillions of other choices that began that one choice.
Simply, there is no such thing as mere "gaining from the process". Our whole lives are a constitution of processes and so we gain and learn always. You are a Samaritan before you gave the penny, a Saviour before you lifted your finger, a Demon before you killed.
The one decision that we make that changes our life, it is not a conscious process you can manipulate, or have control over. It was built up from the day you were born and is a summation of who you are, what you did and what you'd do. It is neither destiny nor providence nor fate. It is simply by process of elimination, environment and consequence. You chose not because you decided, you chose because you spent your life aspiring, conscious or otherwise, and more likely, you knew.
I grew up trained never
To aspire or dream.
The future a script,
A stain of old cream.
Upon my shoulders
They draped with pride,
A mantle of choices
That they had let slide.
A guinea pig for
styles of upbringing
-The burden of First
That no angels sing.
Though perhaps someday
When no one will taunt,
When oppression is gone,
I can say I want
And i have no clue what i'm typing, its late, good night.
posted by slipperdan at 3:20 AM
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