We all have an aspiration, somewhere, whether buried or on the surface, it exists, it is simply a matter of whether it is recognized and it is acted upon. My time may be limited, yet, my desire to have this one success, simmers, and then sometimes bursts like a volcanic lava flow in a small pool. You see, I am not largess. I don’t need a stage. And if it doesn’t happen, I will not be devastated. It is simply, – a wish. “I wish upon a star…”. DO you?
Lately, it has become an interesting question given the attitudes that prevail in the news media. The expletives that spew are rampant and far beyond the PG-13 television rating. The lack of respect is … challenging. Challenging because I really don’t understand this place. I don’t understand the arrogance that believes respect is not available or deserving… Who are you to decide? You decry the religious right who declare judgment, and then become judgment personified! How dare you!
So what is your aspiration? What would be your dream in a perfect world – if you could have ‘ONE’ wish.
The only caveat is the caveat that you may not declare yourself judge and jury, you may declare yourself ‘an opinion’. And no, your one wish is not that you can have a 1000 or 1 million wishes. I tried that!
Who decides? Who dictates the rules? IS it really the government or is it another shadow within the rule of Order that was established hundreds of years ago?
Why is it so important that it succeed?
I imagine that at one point there was an honorable reason for the rule. But, like a telephone conversation, the rule morphed, it’s definition altered, and soon, it represented little of its original intent. And was in fact, virtually unrecognizable.
And as the game depicts, if we can’t keep the truth alive for two to three sharings, how can we possibly keep it honest for a day?
For by the time truth is revealed, it has been ravaged of tens of storms, and perhaps thousands of tracts. Leaving truth to be a mere thread of the cloth. And without the entire garment, it covers very little.