I Am Not Meant For This World — Conclusion.

A Conclusion? Kinda, yeah, no. Maybe.

I …uh, …I … No. Scratch that! I am… I am having difficulty, but everything is alright, I assure you. I know, there, that is a better start; I know that I am part of this world, in a peculiar way. I always mention that I had no decision in the matter, you see, unbeknownst to the greater population (wink wink)- I am the product of biology. At least that is the way I see it. In a sense I think it is cruel for a person like me to just appear with no purpose, except the purpose to discover what my purpose is?!! That’s insane!!

Stop. Look around you right this instant. Hopefully I have caught you outside during your lunch break. Look at everybody. When you return to this spot tomorrow, will you see anyone that you recognize from today? Have you noticed them previously? “Goddamn Art, why all the questions???” I hear you say to yourself. I just wanted to bring this to your awareness, that’s all. No harm, no foul.

The Dilemma

I admit, I have a dilemma. Several of them actually,… okay lots of them! But lets try to just focus on this peculiar one. Allow me to set it up first. Okay, I wrote two articles recently stating that I was not meant for this world, and I meant every word of those articles. (Okay, I can do this. ← self encouragement). I honestly meant it. I didn’t choose this time. If I had the choice, I would have chosen a couple of millennia in the future rather than today. Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful for the two children I have assisted in procreating. I nailed this! Couldn’t be prouder.

But in actual fact, this era on earth totally sucks. Except for my procreating, which I am really proud of! The earth itself is wonderful; It’s the humans that inhibit it that are the part that sucks. Well, not all of them, just the greater ignorant population. Now, I won’t point out any specific parts of the population, e.g. the christian nationalist, repuglicans (GQP), and FOX aficionados. I wouldn’t want to cross the line in any way to upset those folk and place a target on my back. Oh gosh no! ;P ← (old style emoji.)

I’m just not meant for the world at this time. You see, besides biology, there was another factor, a couple of them, that played a part in my existence. Okay, so you have number One, being biology, number Two being religion, and number Three — my parents meeting. They were the quintessential icons of Chalk & Cheese. Introvert & Extrovert. Ying & Yang. The “opposites” that in a rational universe, should never have met. But here I am! Ta-daa!!

The Plan

There are some people that know nothing of which they speak, when they tell me, ‘God has a plan for you!’ (long pause,… … … very long pause…) According to my brothers, I have a nice future residency in Hell after I die. I wonder if I can get a room with a sea view. (I love the subtleties of sarcasm) But that whole “plan” thing is bollocks. This is not the time to get into that conversation; Future article, you heard it here first!

Mundane. Banal. Unimaginative. I’ve been called a lot of things, but never those three. I’ve tried, just for the fun of a response, but failed unbelievably. If anything, I have been told that my thinking is ‘hyper-active.’ That, or weird. I’ve had people I know see me from a distance, caught their eye and then they look at their nonexistent watch, shrug their shoulders, turn around and hurry away to their very important non-meeting. But that is good, because I hate having to have a conversation during my lunch time. My S’s, T’s and P’s don’t mix well with food in conversations. Go figure.

I live in a bizzaro world. I know bizzaro isn’t a word; Live with it. I want to live a decent life like everyone else. Yet, not everyone lives a decent life, some thing is outta whack. Some thing is not right. There’s an underbelly on the top of the heap that is putting the crunch on the rest. There have been musings that certain politicians have requested us to pull ourselves up by the boot straps and work two jobs. I mean, c’mon, who wears shoes with boot straps?!? What if my second job negates me wearing shoes with boot straps? Between you and me, that’s totally uncool. Amiright or amiright?

What Is World?

So then, what kind of world am I meant for? Okay, you have forced me to show my hand and I am alright with that. I won’t even make a poker face like this …. Ha HA! You are a swarthy opponent, almost drawing me in to show you my poker face! But I’m on to you, like moths to the flame, like fly’s to dogsh*… moving on.

This, my friendly reader, is my vision of a world that I would love to exist in. Picture a world much like today, only different. That about sums it up for me. ..What? You want me to extrapolate?? Well I think I can do that for ya’ buddy!

My World

Yes, a world like today but with less self doubt (on my part). A world where kindness is an ambrosia that nourishes the soul. A world where health is provided without worry about how much it will cost. A world were everyone can afford to own a home within a community that is lively and active and secure. A world where work is of importance, but doesn’t consume nine hours of my day, five days a week — with only a couple of days to recover.

I would prefer a world where I have time to meditate anywhere to rejuvenate myself. I prefer a world where one can practice their religion, beliefs and practices and lead by example without intentions. Things are good if we take the time to go deep within ourselves and find peaceful resolution without the need to evangelize. If some people believe that we are given purpose from one entity, then they should be at peace within themself to let another person pursue their own activity without criticism.

In my perfect world, I am free to travel where ever I feel the desire to go. To view landscapes rich in texture and moods. To walk quietly in the autumn through Sidecut Metro Park on a late autumn afternoon, or to do a winter walk through Oak Openings Park, watching snow flurries floating lightly through the forest. To go to Canyon deChelly and walk to its edge. To chase spring storms or ride my bike through the country on Wood and Lucas County roads. To stop along the way and just listen to the world, away from all of its interference.

In my world I will always be appreciative of being alive, and take nothing for granted. I would always love having You around, even if we haven’t actually met. Without you, dear reader, I am just a vessel typing into the void. That would actually make a good name for my band, The Hollow Containers. You see, that is what a vessel is. Though some days I can feel like an empty hollow vessel, I assure you that I am not. Here is a secret, I actually love this world. I’m just not too fond of some of the people.

The End

unless I can milk this for all it’s worth.