Originally Posted by
Darcy88
Anger has been my ruin. Its not Christianity that makes me try to be a peace-maker, its the fact that I can so easily fly off the handle and go at an ignorant person like a rabid dog that makes me try with incredible effort to remain civil. Every time I turn on the television or go out and hear the talk on the street I am put to agony by the sheer thoughtlessness that seems to everywhere abound. I can let it eat me up, as I used to, or I can accept that the bulk of people operate under many false assumptions, arrive at many blundering conclusions, and if I do not want my soul to choke to death on the errors of others I have to not let it get to me. Plus, as soon as you attack someone they immediately dig a trench and instead of coming over to your position begin hurling hurtful words at you in return.
Now back to the topic at hand....... people have to become more Stoic. I am a person of deep empathy, I turn on the news, see people getting shot to death or killed by some disaster, and I often cry. But thus is the world. An arena for the gods in which mankind, as individuals and as a whole, is tormented, driven to depths of misery. The only answer is outward stoicism, and an inward appreciation for the finer things such as art and love and knowledge. We must all construct within ourselves a castle, a place of refuge from the great storm of suffering and stupidity which has raged, does rage and shall eternally rage. Art and love are my two primary avenues of coping with the state of things.
Fate is omnipotent in so far as it is beyond the control of any single or any group of men. Mankind will always be divided by geography and politics and a long assortment of other things. We are the way we are, we individuals, because of what happened a hundred, a thousand, a million years ago. We can fight fate, crusade against fate, or we can accept it and then go on to make the best of it. Making the best of fate really is the great cause every person should undertake. Because no matter how starkly awful one's fate may seem, there is still much room for personal growth and - there is love, there is art.
If I could get people to recite any mantra it would be that last one - THERE IS LOVE, THERE IS ART. THERE IS LOVE, THERE IS ART. LIFE AIN'T ALL THAT BAD!