14 - The Beautiful

     There is no limit to the comprehension of the mind.  Those who do not
believe in it's abilities are their own worst enemies.
    The only way to defeat the beast is to confront it head on.  The
beast expects you to crawl and vomit from fear.  It loves the fact that
you will go hours even years out of your way to avoid a thirty second
conversation that could show you to be a better person, much stronger
than you ever imagined.
    Do you do that?  Do you let fear run some aspect of your life?  What
scares you?  Is it death?  I doubt it.  Death is the most peaceful end,
as far as we know it.  There is no great conflict.  The decisions have
been made and you are not responsible.  This is something that is beyond
your control.  You will not be to blame.
    I think living scares people.  The thought that you are ultimately
responsible for the decisions that you make and the way you live your
life is far more than some can take.  Most people are content to live as
victims; sheep following the herd.  They have the audacity
to wonder why things don't work out as planned, why life never treats
them fairly, why things don't go their way.      Please don't let
yourself be one of these weak links.
    Don't be confused.  It is time consuming to constantly be on top of
the game and we all let ourselves slack.  The way to do it is not to
become the slacker that people compare their failures to.  Example:  My
life might be in the toilet but _____ is doing absolutely nothing, or
______ is a useless human being.  We all know some name that we could
use to fill in the blanks.
    I think truth scares people.  It all comes down to following rules
that govern our conduct as human beings.  You don't have to screw people
to get ahead and you don't have to be a doormat for people to like you.
Be honest with your friends and be true to yourself  and you should be
ok.  WARNING being honest will probably limit the amount of friends you
have but you will have good friends.  Those who don't like you will
still possibly respect you.
    As ominous as it may all seem it is still beautiful.  I see the
darkness through the beauty only because I can see the beauty in the
darkness.  I could tell you the truth but that would be too easy.  Maybe
you'll think of me when I'm gone.  Maybe you'll realize what drove the
machines.  Maybe one day you'll figure out why the rains fall so hard
and why the river runs so deep or maybe you will just go hours even
years out of your way to avoid a thirty second conversation that could
show you to be a better person, much stronger than you ever imagined.

That Beautiful Black Man