After Papa was under disability from work and a stop to a deli mishandled, he joined Mama in being home bound.
I can recall arriving home from school to see Papa fixated on The Young and the Restless, a soap opera sitcom that at that time were what people with just basic channels watched next to talk shows such as the Oprah Winfrey Show and Donahue to the People’s Court.
If Papa wasn’t driving around to merely do just that, drive around, I knew where to find him and at times, join him.
The couch, in front of the television.
While I could get focused in on certain talk show topics or people argumentatively debating about life matters, I just couldn’t follow the soap opera episodes.
They were like the romance novels Mama had stacked in her room transferred onto the television screen.
The fictional background and ongoing love triangles just couldn’t convince me to enter such a world- from my earliest recollections to now. They would never come to be my cup of tea, coffee, or Boba.
Interestingly enough, however, I feel as if we are in a world of sitcoms all around, love or lack of.
So much betrayal, breakage of trust, to then, vendettas of the counter and back.
Of course, there are always the fomentors, those creating narratives of truth just so more troubles can continue from what’s started. These you have to watch out for, mind-shifters (and, sifters) toward their hopes of no solution to those they can.
In this world, there are those who suggestively feel or live to profit from other people’s agonies and destruction. Sadly some fall into the trap without knowing how deep the trench or pit was set out to be.
As I’ve mentioned in previous entries, no sick people, no doctors. No lawbreakers, no lawyers. To the historical repeat, no wars, no warfare.
There are lightning chasers and then, there are those who tune in to the damage and destruction, sometimes being part of the making of static imbalance.
I cannot easily fall for the explanatory statements as to the WHY we must pursue troubles and WHY they still continue to exist.
I concur with Einstein’s notion that as long as there are men in this world, there will always be war. I add that while wars begin with men, there are women who have held powers to condone or condemn such acts and yet, step back and watch.
That would be going back to the Adam and Eve controversy. Both ate the fruit regardless of who was tempted first.
I sadden to think Einstein may be right, from the looks of our unstoppable desires, we shall return back to sticks and stones.
To think of all our incredible progressions only to lead back to primitive means to start over once again.
If only the Nile River to narrowed straits could speak of its predecessors and more to have touched its waters.
How have we behaved?
The lines of waters in between are far too many to suggest only what is being told is to be the only truth.
I have read, watched, listened, and quietly tested human encounters to know that even the most obvious truth isn’t always the actual truth.
Just the same, the silently plead guilty only suggests plausibility, not beyond reasonable doubt.
Watch enough suspense movies, you know anyone can be held suspect. Anyone.
The most innocent can hold the greatest depth of guilt.
The most loving can hide the most amount of hate.
The most loyal can end up betraying beyond sense and belief.
Fictional stories hyper-focus on characters involved. In reality, life overlaps life over another life multitudinously. As the World Turns, another soap opera back in the day, would be a more befitting title for our endless interactions.
While one is born, another could be well on their way out, both parts creating a change in wavelength and frequency of involved energies. Throughout the world, this is ceaselessly happening.
The mind, the heart, the body, and the spirit- all trying to be in sync while everyone within each individual realm within this world separately try to do the same.
How can energies all throughout ever become one peaceful vibe when darkness fights with light from sunrise to sundown and sunrise again? Darkness gathers with darkness to take down light only for light to show up once again.
Depending on which energy you carry more of, each of us move about, physically trying to matter at quantum leap attempts before our time is up.
A life given with segmented times- limitlessly trying to not be limited for some.
Those thought to be most significant in one part of life could seem to hardly be noticed or ever be known in the next chapter or book to follow.
The famine which leads to dismal effects to only create succumbing sobriety upon wake-up of what was lost. Some, too late to undo what’s been done.
Of over three decades together, my husband and I have a greater understanding of how life works in and out of your favor.
The ugliest moments could deem the far most rewarding and oddly enough, most beautiful memories to encapsulate.
The most beautiful starts of a chapter, seemingly so peaceful and most coveted by others, could very much be the greatest target for major wreckage and destruction.
People carry on varying wavelengths and frequencies, each different from what was passed on. Like snowflakes, not one alike.
When strength and balance within is not mastered, the outside has means to break in. Given changing and shifting surroundings, perspectives thus, are ever-changing.
Get someone reporting of an event who is not in a good place at the time of ask and the picture painted can very much be far different from actual truth, many attacks and bitterness within the words. Darker than light.
Just the same, interestingly enough, ask the same person about the same incident or event whereupon life, love, and leisure were prosperous and progressive, there would be much more softness and perhaps peaceful accountability to the very same story. Lighter than dark.
The young, too young to grasp.
Be around those aching for dramatics rather than restraint and matter-of-fact, it is no wonder why there are genres fiction to non-fiction.
I go back to one of my favorite lines that I realize some must be told, “You can’t handle the truth!”
Reading between the lines. Seeing things beyond what is presented. Understanding intentions beyond impressions.
I overthink. I think deeper. I talk to my mind what could possibly be the meaning of the minds before me.
I want to see through the glamour, not fixated or distracted by any of such borrowed or bought time.
I want to know more than the facts presented, unbelieving of what should be accepted as plain and simple.
I want to delve into the realities of plausibilities so as to not say it never could have been.
If and when Paul Allen’s take to speak with alien intellects was approached as if they are already here, gaining insight on the whisperers of how we should become, perhaps we shall arrive at knowing they truly always have been, for one thought.
Alien just suggests something strange or foreign. Are not our very own minds stirring up the same mysterious complexity?
Too soon for the world should not suggest to slow down just to fit in within the speed limitations created by the rest.
Time is of the essence. The essence of time simply dies when not used.
As one of my favorite books stated in We Do Things Differently, to paraphrase a part on education, ‘Obviously what was used in the past wasn’t working or we wouldn’t still be in the same situation.’
The yin and the yang coexists for balance no romance novel sets time to ponder.
How could one suggest beauty in everything if yet to come across the unsightly and unwanted parts of life?
And, so, how can one claim everything as beautiful then?
Those who live in that fantasy world create a disconcerting mindset to me.
There shouldn’t always be desire for trouble for the sake of a story.
While a great plot has five components: exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, and resolution, I prefer the peace within where all are resolved and we just go from there.
Perhaps not under the perspective for all as happily ever after but I’ll take happily we continue to go after any day.
