Realization

Why are we so dense.  Who am I to speak on behalf of others?  Okay, why am I so dense?  I know that I know the truth in things, but then I go into autopilot mode, and I barely seek to be in control of the circumstances in my life.  Autopilot is a funny thing.  It is not quite self-destructive and certainly not suicidal, but on the other end of things, it is not living either.  I have been on autopilot, and I seem to only rise out of it when it comes to certain things.  Is this by societal design?  Or am I just looking for an excuse to not take accountability for my weaknesses?  I don’t know.  But I would say there is more power in the latter circumstance. 

What make us human.  Is it the act of being “Humane”?  How many of us actually live and breathe our ethos?  How much has money and attention influenced our actions?   Are we all just walking “brands” with no real authenticity because we are too fearful that when we actually show our true selves, people will not like it?  The matrix has us in a pickle doesn’t it. 

I don’t want to go through the motions of life. I don’t want to just “accept” that I am ONLY a father, ONLY a husband, ONLY an employee of a business.  My life has more value than just these things.  Now I am not downplaying the roles of father, husband, and worker.  Society needs these things.  All I am saying is that I know I am more than just that.  These are only just titles.  These are roles that we act in, in order to carry out certain functions, meet certain expectations, etc. 

Who are you?  Who am I?  Did we forget that we are God, living in a temporary realm?  That we chose this.  That I chose this.  Did I forget who I am?  Maybe I did.  Sometimes I make myself so small, forgetting that I am part of the infinite and the all-knowing, forgetting that I am one of the few initiated; that I don’t need to be this way.  I essentially “fell off”, and now I need to get back “on”. 

This is merely a realization.  That is all.