Here this time of year again, do I ever ponder, that if all the world were put on a weighing scale, setting all the happy people on one plate, and all the sad people on the other, I wonder which would weigh the heavier? And then I beg the question; is, should, must, there exist a balance after all? And if it were such by the order of things to be, how then, does one make acceptance of this? Yes… yes, I do very much wonder so. Could life or perhaps lifetimes simply be a giant learning curve? That with each lived, is a little lesson we grasp at the end of it, and ultimately becoming one with its whole, a core central knowledge containing all that we’ve gathered throughout all our multiple lifetimes? If so, when then, can it finally end?

And if we are all core beings separated through time in multiple lives, are we then neither truly good nor truly bad, but only learning to pull both planes slowly into a center, into becoming a kind of neutral being that is perhaps what our very truest existential order is? Are we then not teachers to one another? For when a murderer kills, is he not teaching others not to? And when frowned upon through the sorrow and detestation of his sin, should there not be an underlying thank you in order?

Is the struggle then, to make the world a better (or worse) place be nothing more but an illusionary vendetta of what we can never be made to truly overcome, for it be the natural order (or balance) of things to begin with? Perhaps world peace or its contrary are but frail ideals, which, make only seemingly realistic sense in a world view, but is unrealistic by a greater universal order? Can such a paradox be true? Is it then, that that which we must truly seek; be neither peace nor destruction, but…… something else instead? Does the answer lie perhaps, in the center of it all? If so indeed, what then, may it be? How then, can it be comprehended?

How then, can we truly belief or disbelief, the social impositions ever before us? How then, can we ever be truly proud or disappointed by the morals, ideals, and beliefs of others, be it reflected by or missing in, them or ourselves? How then, can we truly, if we are all fallibly self-righteous to begin with?

If only we knew, or maybe someday will come to know. So till then, dear friends, may we all lead meaningful lives to come. Ah, this word… ‘Meaningful’. I only wished, it made more sense to us all.

Happy Holidays, my what loyal few, yet undesirable friends. Happy Holidays.

In the End, we are all gone.