Pretty much like the law of gravity. What goes up must come down. Yin-yang. In-out. Karma. You catch my drift.
You treat someone nice only to get shitted on. You teach your children to do right and they still do wrong.
Pretty much everything has a "side effect." When someone wins another loses. We, as people, have our ups and downs. Our personal flaws. Imperfections. "Side effects." I, myself, have several. A few are, when I care, I care HARD. When I love, I love HARD. People nowadays don't value that anymore. Or they value it but at the same time it scares them. For me, it's more less a curse rather than a gift. (Outside of family), I Never received love equal to or close to the amount that I put out. Trust that if it was a journey that can be walked to get to it, I'd be on that path. Only problem is, I'd still be walking.
You know, I never touch base with religion in my writings, purposely. A touchy subject to me. One that makes my opinions go bananas. But they say HE doesn't give you more than you can handle. (here I go) So I wonder, would I not be able to handle love or it's relatives in that much of abundance? Will it destroy me. It that why I haven't received the feeling yet? Who's gonna give me my kidney if I should ever need one? Yellow roses? I have yet to say that I don't buy my own.
Since when did compassion have standards and levels of intensity? Variable measures? Society nowadays, only gives to get. Coupons for instance, in order to save, you have to spend. Make sense? Frequent flyer miles, supermarket bonus cards. Hell! BOGO!
As involuntary as compassion may sound, depending on the size of your subconcience heart. It has turned into one of the most misused human emotions. Compassion is used like a weird ingredient, like peanut butter, combined with something sweet and it's supposed to be great. But who the hell can stand PB&J on a daily basis.
According to society, if a man is compassionate, he's gay. Or a guest on Oprah. If a women is compassionate, she's too sensitive or emotional. But if we make a mistake ... we're human? We can't accept compassion, but we open the room to a fuck-up.
I understand our imperfections, but shouldn't we turn excuses into positive actions that better our way of life?
One to think about.
S.
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