A life, that echoes into Eternity…
Posted by zach in Culture at 1:05 am |
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“It’s ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like “what did he say?”
Linkin Park - Hands Held High
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I have found myself watching the way my generation process truth and life. I’m so full of skepticism, and distrust. Yet continuously we walk around acting and doing what will make us happy. As we watch the generation around us living to get rich, buying the next thing; we look at that and go “what’s the point”. Yet at the same moment we are more than comfortable enjoying the luxury of those realities. All that worthless junk has made us placidly comfortable, and we’re called to nothing more than entertainment. Even now I entertain myself via the endless abyss of online entertainment. Yet meanwhile I find myself seeing the darkness of the world around me, and turning again to the numbness of “Something fun”, so I just don’t have to think or feel it.
I wonder how I’ve wandered around this long, and what’s next? Should I keep asking the tough questions, and keep trying to direct my life in way that would hopefully make the world a better place. Or in seeking to do “something meaningful” am I simply just finding another sitcom that will keep me hooked until it gets old. Only now its my life now, and when the harsh reality of the world kicks in, do I simply sit back and just turn the volume up.
Or Could there be more, could I find a new drama, a new adventure that doesn’t end like it always has. Maybe a grand finish, or a moment of redemption, or revolution… Maybe… just maybe I could wake up and not find reality so numb, but rather warm, bright and real. Not just another sitcom, or soap opera. But reality… A life, that echoes into Eternity.


