For We Never Really Know

Contrary to the messages from the pigeons in the corporate media, flying overhead with their daily droppings of misinformation, lies, propaganda, unrest, salivations for more wars, identity politics and all variations of guano that one might imagine, but won’t – one looks to the heavens, only to quickly realize they are still here on Earth. What a drag!

But while we’re here, mired in various degrees of excrement, trying to work the latest App we’ve busied ourselves into believing is one of life’s necessities – there are more important things that need our attention.

As I watch the continued decline of my father suffering from Parkinson’s, Lewy Body Dementia, and an inoperable brain tumor, I will sit with him and wonder – how do you continue on?  The only thing left to him that he can do on his own is feed himself – and that takes supreme effort on his part.  All the rest of what we each do, each day, he can no longer do. And though his ability to converse with another is extremely limited, he can still manage to say ‘thank you’.  Thank you for coming by to visit, thank you for time spent with me, or even just a thank you for helping him take a drink of water.  He can no longer smile, but if I look close enough, he’s making the attempt. On a good day, he can raise his arm ever so slightly to wave goodbye as I leave.

We may know of the name of the sufferings, illnesses, disease and the likes of our loved ones, our friends, and even of all our brethren here on Earth, but unless we too have had the same disease or illness, we never really know the suffering they endure.

There are more important things that need our attention other than what our hand-held radiation devices bring us each day.  Smiles and kindness rarely cost us anything, yet provide joy…sometimes even a joy we cannot fathom, to those on the receiving end of our kindnesses.

Few wake up each morning with their first thought being, what can I do to fail today, or what can I do to wreak havoc upon my world (except the non-humans, most being government types and corporate media jackals, who seem to thrive on the f**kery they cast about each day).

Some of us can barely get out of the bed we’ve spent a restless night in due our suffering. Some of us live without a home, forgotten – left to survive with nothing. Some of us have cancers, neurological disorders, addiction issues – and so many of us are excruciatingly lonely. Some of us are veterans, forgotten and alone. Some of us are simply old and declining, while some of us are oh so very young, suffering unimagined illnesses.

Yet, there is a type of hope, or rather a solace, we can impart to these suffering souls.

Our empathy, our kindness, our smiles and sometimes even our silence accompanied by our presence, can provide a balm to the suffering, to the homeless, to the forgotten and neglected, to the lonely – that soothes the aching body, soothes the troubled mind and soothes the crying heart.

Never discount what joy you might bring to another. Never think your empathy towards the suffering doesn’t make a difference. For it does, in ways that you probably can’t fathom.

“My philosophy is that the most important aspect of any religion should be human kindness. And to try to ease the suffering of others. To try to bring light and love into the lives of mankind.” – Steven Seagal


Tonight’s musical offering:

Mozart: Serenade No. 10 for Winds, ‘Gran Partita’ III – Adagio – LSO (London Symphony Orchestra) Wind Ensemble

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  1. My husband (with LBD) is still smiling, and his jokes are as bad as ever. Traditionally I don’t laugh at them, but maybe I will now – just to see him happy. You’re right about how easy it is to be kind. Thanks.

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