It seems to me that there are three types of people: The destructive, selfish kind who use everything and leave the world worse than when they came; the indifferent type who do nothing with their lives; and the ones that make a difference and change things for the better.
When I was young I consciously decided that happiness was not to be found in wealth and power. I deliberately chose not to go down that path. I wanted something more meaningful and fulfilling. I wanted a life that led to wisdom and creativity.
Now, towards the end of my days I think I was right. Pleasure is not fulfilment. Fulfilment is on a much deeper level and I have had more than my share.
I still believe we should strive to make the world a better place; more compassionate and harmonious. That to create and improve is more rewarding.
Destruction and cruelty never leave you with a satisfied glow in the way that love does.
Life is a long journey. We set off armed with our philosophy.
It’s a long road with no end in sight
On a journey that never ends.
They say the travelling justifies the time;
There’s always something round the next bend.
Sometimes you find a gentle glade
That satisfies your soul
Sometimes you settle in one place
But home is always the next watering hole.
You spend your time searching
For the diamonds in a friends eyes,
For the gems within the cosmic dust
That gives you the feeling of your size.
Sometimes it all makes sense
But those are the times that have to pass.
Sometimes you want to hold it close
But you know nothing can last.
These words are squiggles on a page
That’ll live long after me
And what use is their existence
Regardless of their quality?
– they’re just words
You just get on and do it.
Make it the best you can.
Try to improve this whole damn universe;
As one grain within the sands.
Yet one grain can start a landslide
That buries something wrong,
And a landslide can lead to an earthquake
That lasts a life-time long.
Love melts the hardest hearts
As many an erstwhile fascist knows
Knowledge and compassion
Are the seeds a wise man sows.
A thought slips inside a mind
And down come the toppling cards.
A smile lights up a journey
And the road is not as hard