Anyone who thinks they’re important is usually just a pompous moron who can’t deal with his or her own pathetic insignificance and the fact that what they do is meaningless and inconsequential. – William Thomas
As I look around at the chaos I can’t help but wonder why these people don’t have a life. The answer becomes very obvious: They don’t know how to have a life. All they can engage in is a meaningless existence. An existence of their own creation.
So how do I know this? Because many moons ago I was one of them. My life seemed to have no real meaning, at least not in a way it should.
For decades I drifted in this type of illusion, living but not really living, I didn’t have a real purpose behind my existence. Yes I was married. I was working but my life lacked a direction. And to be honest I was just too damn lazy to figure out why. Then reality bit, and it bit hard.
I can’t exactly pin-point when I found myself but it was late in my life, no I take that back I can pin-point exactly when I found myself: November 2010. I don’t remember the exact day but the month yes. It was that month I realized I was getting older and had absolutely nothing to show for my existence. My life, in the grand sense, was meaningless.
That month I decided if I was going to succeed, the way I wanted, I had better get started. I was 59 years old at the time and life was passing me by. Up until that time I never let my age bother me, for in my mind I was still 20 years old. Except my body told me otherwise. Talk about a wake-up call.
Now I wonder why I waited so long to act in my own best interest. I have no excuse, no reason. I was just too lazy to really and truly believe in myself. And that brings us to the elements of today.
As the protesters mount their make-believe disgust, their imaginary slights, and their self-arrogance, I take solace in the fact my own failure is, and has never been rooted in these self-destruction acts. Actions which are nothing more than a process designed to destroy their future.
We call them snowflakes, and a variety of other names. These spoiled rotten brats who believe that life owes them everything. The one thing I realized that day in November is life owes me nothing. John Kennedy said it best: “Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.”
I am going to take this one step farther: Ask not what selfish acts I can perform today; ask instead how can I be of service this day. How can I help someone else? What actions need I take to make someone else feel better? To make their life better?
Of course these snowflakes won’t read this as they are so full of themselves all they can think about is their own self-destruction. Only they believe they are doing great and noble things. Yeah, burning buildings, hurting people, destroying property, these are all great and noble things. Which cements the point that their lives are meaningless.
There is no excuse for their behavior. There is no reason for their behavior. And because of their actions one can make the point there is no reason for them to continue in life. The way they act, the way they behave many will find their life cut short, not in the physical way, but the mental way. They will never progress, never amount to anything. They will live a meaningless life filled with nothing.
It takes audacity to grow up, to take responsibility, to become something. My main regret is I learned this lesson very late in life, and now I suffer the consequences of that action. My health suffers with age, and as it suffers I find I can’t do what I really need to do. Not on a constant basis anyway. So it takes longer, more days to accomplish my goal, the goal I set for the week. And every week that goes by is another week lost to what should have been, what could have been.
The only person I have to blame is me.
Most of these snowflakes will live a long time but they will never know true happiness, true joy, or true fulfillment. They will only exist from day-to-day until the moment they wake up and smell the cesspool they created for themselves.
I was fortunate, I never created a cesspool, but I never left the kiddie pool to explore the wonders of how great my life could be. I have a lot to make up for. My biggest fear, if you can call it a fear, is laying on my deathbed and finally being told I have a million plus dollars in the bank. Then dying shortly after that.
My own damn fault.
I am working to evade that scenario but reality is reality and as I write this, I realize my fear is not all that far-fetched.
I am not scared of death, I have a very good relationship with Divine Providence and His will be done. What scares the hell out of me is dying and not creating value for someone, or doing something of true value. And I would like to live long enough to enjoy some of it.
But the snowflakes, they have no redeeming value, no lasting quality they can hold onto. No, their only vision is drugs, rock’n’roll, protesting, and raising hell. All in the name of compassion of course. You know something – I don’t even feel sorry for them. They create their own future just like I created mine.
I haven’t had a bad life, but it could be better and I am working to make it better. These words are proof of that. What are the snowflakes doing? Crying because Donald Trump hurt their feelings. Poor little snowflakes. My only response to that: Reality sucks. Get over it.
Yet with all I said here everything can change in an instant. The mind is a powerful item and when one learns to harness that power, the universe can, and does, become a magical place of wonder. A meaningless life is not the same as trying to discover what it is you want to do with your life. Maybe that was, and is, my biggest problem. Finding my stride, finding my place in this universe. To be honest I don’t know if I really found it or not, but meaningless I am not.
Each individual has, and can utilize many talents, some God-given, some learned. Yet each individual has some type of talent and that ability must be put into action if one is to become one with the power of creation.
So here is a little tip: There are so many opportunities available today deciding on one can be a big problem. There are a ton of things I can do, that I want to do but I cannot do all of them. At not the same time anyway. Jack of all trades, master of none. Choose one item from the leviathan of opportunities available, than act on it, put it to work. Stay with it until you finish it, or finish with it. Then and only then move on to something else, something else you want to do and repeat the process.
A meaningless life is a sin against humanity, against the universe, and against Divine Providence. A person who decides to take an opportunity and mold it, that person will find a world, a universe of happiness.
I may not get rich but at this stage of my life I really don’t care. I would like to, but if I have the means to create and enhance value for someone, even for me, then my life is a full and complete success. This is what age has taught me and it has been a very hard lesson. A bitter lesson on some days, yet a necessary lesson and one I don’t I want to repeat. Sorry, I have this allergy to pain, it hurts me. Even mental pain.
If I could do a reset I would and I would make different choices in some things, keep the same decisions in others. Again a lesson of age.
I encourage you to not be a snowflake, to take charge of your life, to take command of your future, and to become one with the universe. Because when you do you will feel the hand of God touch your soul.