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A thought

Thu Nov 15, 2007, 12:22 PM
Hu - mil - i - ty : noun - the quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one's own importance, rank, etc.

Such a simple thing, yet so many people in this day and age have no idea what that is. Sure any person on the street could tell you the textbook definition, but how many people actually posess this quality? What does it take for someone to be humble, to be grateful for everything they have and be content?

The loss of a loved one? Or is money that much a factor in a person's every day life? Money, just a piece of paper with an imaginary amount of wealth, ordained by the government? That's all it really is, folks, a green piece of paper, yet society reaches their grubby hands for every piece they can horde.

Take money away, and what do you have? What is someone left with after the most important thing in a persons life is stripped from them?

Alas, it should not be the most important thing. What happened to the idea of family? The idea that no matter what happened, your family had you, and you had them? What happened to the middle class, working American that came home every night to have dinner with his or her family? The child that had nothing, but had everything because his parents loved him? Working day to day, living from paycheck to paycheck and scrimping pennies to have a little extra but knowing everything was going to be ok, because everyone was in good health?

I suppose my query is this: what does it take to be humble, and taken all wordly posessions away, can you call yourself humble?

Peace be with you, stay safe, and love the beggar on the sidewalk

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thanks so much for the friend add :hug:
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lol my pleasure darling. = ]

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-=Nobody made YOU king of the world, so I'm here to dethrone you. Get out of my way and kiss my ass; it's my time to shine=-
:iconpassion-rekindled:
You know, things have been making me think lately. Mostly about life. Why it is such an enigma, a swirling pool of mystery that leaves a person feeling sometimes lost, or overwhelmed. Other times it's a soft blanket, that offers the person warmth, compassion, and a feeling of rightness. Some days are such a waste, lazing about all day on the couch, watching that useless piece of entertainment, feeling life slowly drain from you. Contrarily it might be a bustle of never ending projects and chores that leave you drained but satisfied at the end of the day. Why is this? Why do people, merely bodies of matter all jumbled up and made into one perfect being, seek these different emotions? Why couldn't we all feel nothing, knowing not what our future holds and not caring?

We are human beings, ladies and gentlemen. We are not perfect by any means, even when we find that one special, extraordinary person that makes us feel wonderful about ourselves, beautiful in every way, specially made for that person. We yearn for passion, wanting to feel every variation of emotion from grief to fury, from mortification to overflowing joy. We NEED to feel these things to feel complete, satisfied that we've lived our life to the fullest. I pity you, those who dare not step out of the box you have contained yourselves in, who have twisted the key in that lock that's unbreakable only to you.

Understand this - if you have but one more day to live, break those chains. Release yourself from the emotional bondage that you have held yourself captive in. Experience life. Enjoy being made fun of. LAUGH at yourself! Revel in the fact that you bleed, that you tripped on your own feet and skinned your own knee. Pain makes us feel alive. Ecstasy makes us feel alive. LOATHING makes us feel alive. Why shield yourself from the inevitable? Why try to hide a smile at a joke that you think only you get. Laugh out loud, ladies and gentlemen. That is the greatest gift of all. Merely by cracking a smile you can make your day so much better. Laughing and carrying on makes someone ELSES day, believe it or not.

People don't take the time to think about life. What makes us tick, what motivates us. People don't understand that a mere "thank you" and a smile could change someone's day around. Why not extend this little gratitude? Why is it so difficult to say something our parents taught us when we were toddlers? Slow down, everyone. It barely takes a second. Make someone's day. Make your own day.

Think of that one person you admire most. What makes them your idol? What makes them that one person you envy or strive to be? These are the qualities that most people need. We all posess a few here and there, but these idols are the leaders of our society. They inspire us to be more. The change lives. We all need work because no one's perfect. I know I'm not. I have my faults, just like the next person and the person after that. Yet I aspire to be more. To be my idol, my father. He's the most amazing person I know. He's hardworking and would do anything for those he loves. He helps people as best he can, willing to give the shirt off his back for someone who needed it. He has saved lives, people. Not just because he has an infectious laugh and a zany sense of humor. He has put his own life in danger to help that family in the flipped over car in the flooded ditch, to help the man that was knocked overboard in freezing Alaskan waters. He didn't think twice, and he came back crying after each time, sorry for what had happened, and thanking whoever was watching over him that everything turned out ok and he was still alive to be with his family. My father is a strong man. Stronger than average in every way imaginable. He is my idol. Who is yours?

Some will read this and have their outlook on life altered. Others will read only the first two paragraphs and shake their heads, thinking "wow, that Cat is such a weirdo." Weirdo I am, people. Yet my favorite thing to do is laugh. I know I've made a difference in people's lives. We all influence each other, shaping each other's futures and outlooks. Take charge, ladies and gentlemen. Become the person you admire most.

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-=Nobody made YOU king of the world, so I'm here to dethrone you. Get out of my way and kiss my ass; it's my time to shine=-
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I wonder what you're thinking. Knowing me for so well after such a short amount of time, yet you threw it away. For what? What were you thinking? Life goes on, but I don't want to. I yearn to be trapped in a bubble with nothing more than you and a blanket, wrapped together in a love taco under the stars. I long for the day that truth is actually truth; no white lies to save others fragile emotions, no exaggerations to keep another from hurting. Honesty is what I've asked. Honesty is what I expect, what I deserve. And you know it. You know everything, don't you? You, who do no wrong. You, who leads the world by a string, your playtoy. Using others doesn't get you anywhere. It leaves us hurt and alone, in the dysmal abyss of loneliness. Yet I keep asking for it, don't I? To be hurt, over and over again because after all, pain is what makes us feel alive.
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