evolution of the rhetoric

Circles, like cyclical generational curses or blessings - that thin line between our choices, make good for meaning. so this education be an evil that catches up with us in our slumber? modern man the nemesis of our nature? for when we distill all the context and cognitives of our existence we come up with a convincing conclusion, persuasive purely on the basis of how eloquent we can argue it.

It always makes sense. when the pieces arrange in our bidding. so is it enough then?

I am listening to Bill Withers at the moment. A part of me wanting to regress in time. While, having an online conference - one part catch up, one part business and one part professional. It's difficult to have the crossroad grey out the relationships but I found myself wanting a team to build this thing with me. Whatever the cause may be.

So if this year is the last of it as we know it, what difference does it make?

Thing is, i am still clinging on to those I love more than they love me. Thing really is, I don't think there is love at all. The one thing I seem to keep missing. I am not convinced. All the signs and lack of effort on the other party's part. Why do i still sit myself down as the door mat after three years? What good will come of this? There's only so much a human heart can take.

So this new 2000 spanking 9, what is it that we believe in?

I believe all human beings, regardless of race, religion, preference and origin are inherently selfish. That the human race believes that the world, as they know it, revolves around their own hunger and fetish.

I believe humans only do good when there is something in return for them. I believe communities of gatherings are neo-typical answers to belonging and excuses for categories of fear that keep us on the side of comfort.

I believe there is little love for the downtrodden, heartbroken and the browbeaten. I believe there is mostly only deception, motives and greed in the drive you and I call passion or ambition. The need to feel sexy, wanted, glorified.

Yet, I believe we all have more capacity to do more, love more, give more. I believe we have what it takes to be more than just idiots who take and take and take. I believe we have it in us to do more than sacrifice, more than obligation. More than looking the part and ticking off the boxes.

I believe when we hurt, it is the beginning of possibilities. Possibilities of a better world. A better home. A better set of families. A better way to tend, trust and a better circle that cannot be broken.

I believe that hope, though down and out, is hard to kill.