Sometimes we find ourselves not mourning of the dead, that grief is easier. No, mourning the loss of the living, the people that left despite them not departing this world.
We have the word Mankind. It is an interesting one, in that in referring to our collective being, the powers that be have chosen the word “kind” to come after the word “man”. While in this case the word “kind” primarily refers type of thing, but interestingly the word “kind” can also be take to mean gentle and compassionate.Of all the words that could have been, it was this one. Why? Is it an expression of fact that man in his very basic natural form kind and gentle? Or it is an expression of optimism and hope, that perhaps man is not as such but should aspire to be and hopefully one day will be, embodiment of the word “kind” in this world. But it is a beautiful idea nonetheless regardless of the truth of it, that in merely talking of humanity as a whole we have made the idea of what it means to be a person and the idea of compassion and goodness inseparable.
It is a fool that fears death, death has always been destination, the same of destination that my forefathers had, the same destination my descendants will have. It is same destination of men great and men small. Death is certain. What is not certain is life, the things I will do before that final rest, the journey that will lead me to it. it is what will set me apart from the others, the very thing that will make me unique and alone from the rest of humanity,where death binds me to it. It is the wise that comes to fear life.
Such was both the blessing and the curse of the dreamer, where others saw a word, he saw a book, where others a brush stroke he saw a painting, where others saw a boy he saw a great leader of men. He live in a world where others saw what is, yet he only saw what could be.
While the gurudwara committees continue to criticize the youth for getting high on drugs,they ought to glance in a mirror for they are no different, they continue to get high on their own false pride and hubris, in their drunken delusion they believe their age and position begets respect and not wisdom, that any stupidity on their part that is unbecoming of their age is above legitimate criticism. Fighting in a religious place over politics? How is that no different than a drunk fighting in a bar? Except the drunks bottle only harms himself, whereas the the committees intoxicant harms the whole community. The danger lies not in the intoxication of drugs and alcohol, but in the intoxication of power and pride of the committees abuse frequently, they are like a rotten cancer, unseen and unchecked they will destroy everything from the inside out, and like a rotten cancer they serve no purpose and should be removed upon detection.
Far too often man forgets, falls prey to the illusion of money and vast wealth. For it is a thin blanket of the feeblest fabric, but it promises the warmth of a thousand suns. He contents himself thus, places it upon himself, wrapped within it confines himself, blinds himself to its shortcomings, the limits of it. Yet in the end wealth proved treacherous, for in life it was a blanket of warmth, yet when the coldness of death approached its warmth disappeared as if it never existed, for it was bound to this world and not of the next where it was of little use.
Such is the illusion of Pride,in that will elevate a man in his own eyes, yet destroy him in others. He who practices humility however, will see himself destroyed in his own, yet exalted in the eyes of many.
Yet the greatest temple in existence is not one found on a mountain top or in a jungle, it is far more simple than that, for there is no greater temple than one of the heart and mind. For what resides in it is constantly what is truly worshiped by a man, in feeling for it and reflecting on is what he prostates himself upon. Yet such a thing differs from man to man, for some have created temples of wealth, enslaving themselves to the idea of money, others to a lover devoting themselves to another, and yet others to a cause, binding their beings to a purpose greater themselves.
I am not a fan of tattoos with powerful quotes, It is far too easy to tame powerful words and model them and trap them on one skin. What is not easy is to tame ones being, to model ones life after those words. Let ones actions and body be the representation of the power that lies behind those words.
of course its easy to hate on the homeless, the poor and drug addicted and the prostitutes, basically the people society mostly doesn’t give a shit about, its easy to chalk up their present conditions as shitty or bad life decisions. But what I also find is its a lot harder to hold on to that hate, when one reminds themselves that those people weren’t always like that, that they too were children once.