I Love The Sound Of You Walking Away
I have always been a thinker. Always thinking, pondering, questioning. I do it to a fault. This week alone, I have really been trying hard to figure out a couple of things that that confuse the heck out of me.
First of all, what are coincidences? Is it simply when two incidences coexist? What if it's repeated, over and over, almost like a "sign" or something? What is the difference between coincidence, and significance? When should you start paying attention? Are these coincidences really occuring as often as I think, or is my constant festering over them only making me more aware for the next time it comes...when other "coincidences" are happening just as frequently, only I am too busy obsessing over one and not the other to take notice. Can a random string of numbers that I see every time I look at the clock, every time I check how far into the song I am, every license plate, and every other object that has the potential to string this numeric phrase out, have any significance at all? Or am I simply coming to the realization that I am putting too much energy into some kind of hidden message, rather than looking into what I do know, and building off that.
Secondly, why do people care? Think about it. When somebody seems troubled, a distraught look on their face, and is audibly sighing, I think that is the human equivelent to a car wreck on the side of the road. Nobody just drives by the wreck, they all slow down, give their "oh, how unfortuante"-esque remarks, raise a sympathetic eyebrow, etc. But do they really care? Are they willing do get out of their own vehicle on the path where they are going, and take the time to help? Or is it just them slowing down, because they have a few seconds of free time to waste so that they can fill their curiousity?
If you were stranded on a desert island alone for a time, wandering, and suddenly came across another person, you would be ecstatic. You would run up to them, arms raised, and want to know everything about that person, right? Of course. But why should it only be in a time of when YOU need somebody ELSE that you make the effort? Why do we sit in silence in line at the grocery store? Why do we drive past the homeless, in the freezing rain, and not take the time to give even a couple of dollars, even just a conversation,? Because we justify to ourselves that we are too busy, we have a schedule, or that they are lazy and are deserving of their present state?
Is there any faith left to be had in the human race?
Am I the biggest hypocrite of all for asking more questions, yet still doing nothing about it myself?
Your thoughts, suggestions, insults, and grammatical corrections are welcome. I leave you with this...
In my city, what do churches and homeless people have in common?
There's one on every corner.
If nothing else, thanks for listening.
First of all, what are coincidences? Is it simply when two incidences coexist? What if it's repeated, over and over, almost like a "sign" or something? What is the difference between coincidence, and significance? When should you start paying attention? Are these coincidences really occuring as often as I think, or is my constant festering over them only making me more aware for the next time it comes...when other "coincidences" are happening just as frequently, only I am too busy obsessing over one and not the other to take notice. Can a random string of numbers that I see every time I look at the clock, every time I check how far into the song I am, every license plate, and every other object that has the potential to string this numeric phrase out, have any significance at all? Or am I simply coming to the realization that I am putting too much energy into some kind of hidden message, rather than looking into what I do know, and building off that.
Secondly, why do people care? Think about it. When somebody seems troubled, a distraught look on their face, and is audibly sighing, I think that is the human equivelent to a car wreck on the side of the road. Nobody just drives by the wreck, they all slow down, give their "oh, how unfortuante"-esque remarks, raise a sympathetic eyebrow, etc. But do they really care? Are they willing do get out of their own vehicle on the path where they are going, and take the time to help? Or is it just them slowing down, because they have a few seconds of free time to waste so that they can fill their curiousity?
If you were stranded on a desert island alone for a time, wandering, and suddenly came across another person, you would be ecstatic. You would run up to them, arms raised, and want to know everything about that person, right? Of course. But why should it only be in a time of when YOU need somebody ELSE that you make the effort? Why do we sit in silence in line at the grocery store? Why do we drive past the homeless, in the freezing rain, and not take the time to give even a couple of dollars, even just a conversation,? Because we justify to ourselves that we are too busy, we have a schedule, or that they are lazy and are deserving of their present state?
Is there any faith left to be had in the human race?
Am I the biggest hypocrite of all for asking more questions, yet still doing nothing about it myself?
Your thoughts, suggestions, insults, and grammatical corrections are welcome. I leave you with this...
In my city, what do churches and homeless people have in common?
There's one on every corner.
If nothing else, thanks for listening.
posted by CodyBrock at 5:13 PM
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