Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2011

My hate was undone, I drew first blood..

(^title= "Revenge" by Switchfoot)
NEWSFLASH
There's a rumor going around that Osama Bin Ladin is dead... at first I was intreged, but had to back out because I realize there's no proof of it yet. I want to see news articles, official declarations. Don't wanna jump the gun. My news feed just blew up the second someone "Tweeted" about it.

EDIT: Apparently confirmed by Obama. Head of a major terrorist organization, it's a big thing. Means we know where he is, that he is gone. But how, why? And what exactly does this mean for us, for them? Most people seem happy more for the revenge part of it, but what comes next- what now?

By the way, all of the "God Bless America" comments after some people just killed a guy? It's majorly disturbing, the idea of it. "God bless America, we shot him, dead." Yeah, that makes God proud... I don't care what he did, if he deserves it- I will not rejoice at death, at revenge, be happy about such things. Instead I am sad about what happened because of him and his group, mournful, of course angry for all that has gone on, and will continue to go on (in our society, war is as certain to be as love).

Everyone feels like this is recompense for what happened, for all of the lives lost, families destroyed. And that's why they're all so happy. But nothing can bring any of that back. We can't get it back no matter who we kill, no matter what we do, and to me it doesn't do good to the memory of those lost to think otherwise. But people feel like if they get their man, everything is fine. It's a twisted sort of satisfaction that I just can't buy into.

This doesn't mean the end of all of our problems. We're too quick to pat ourselves on the back, too full of American pride. I saw a post somewhere that said something along the lines of "Now gas prices will go down!". A misguided assumption, to say the least.

It's NOT over.

-iNTune

Sunday, April 17, 2011

"Can I break the spell of the typical?"

(^MuteMath, "Typical"^)

Like a lot of people my age, I want my own place or somewhere to call home, a nice job, a family one day. Pretty typical, though exciting and alluring for me. Does not really set me apart from anyone. My highest career goal is to help people. Not be known for it or even recognized, I just want to be able to help.

In a freaky way,  though I am my own person, there are so many people out there; someone is thinking what I'm thinking, someone else is just as "unique". They are wondering what I am, making similar plans. Not a pleasant way of looking at it when you want to be an individual, right?

But here's the thing... no one else can be you. You own who you are, and you are unqiue, able, important. Your thoughts, feelings, emotions, your soul... It's easy to lose sight of that when we pull back and look at the world as a whole sometimes, that even if we are similar to others, even if we don't seem to stand out in some perspectives, we are still important. We matter.


-iNTune