Pride will be the end of us all. There is just something about the human that prohibits them from admitting when they are wrong, even when the people they “love” suffer. What people fail to realize though is that suffering is optional. There is nothing that will guarantee that these individuals will remain in your life. When you lose all the people in the world who used to carry you, what then? I guess being alone and still trying to convincing yourself that your actions are just is preferable to admitting fault, swallowing pride, and showing the people you “love” that they mean more to you than your own ego. Moral of the story is: When morality is in question, most people are simply too scared to take responsibility for the things they’ve done. Do not subject yourself to the toxicity of man voluntarily, surround yourself with the people who reciprocate the respect, love, and compassion that you exhibit, and cut ties with the people who are poisoning your happiness. It is not a bad thing to allow yourself to be happy, even now.
I have felt for a very long time that the morality of mankind has all but fled from the world. That respect for our fellow man has dwindled to little more than a spark. Words like “family” and “love” are being tossed around carelessly and both are discarded spitefully whenever it suits one party or the other. We have forgotten the meaning of the words. Sure, we can give a definition of the words but can we actually remember how they feel? It’s so sad to me that we can take two of the most powerful words in the world and diminish them to an idea that is so fragile that it can be severed by clicking a button on a social media site. That seems like a disgrace to the words to me. We are so casual with meaningful phrases and titles that we have diminished them to acronyms. Forgive me but that seems to deplete these beautifully intricate concepts to little more than a casual slang. It is so inexplicably sad. Family and love are two words that hold immeasurable significance in my life. I wish there were words in the world that personified what those words used to mean. It is heartbreaking to watch mankind and all of its potential for greatness dwindle to darkness due to an inability to swallow one’s own pride and admit fault. The general cowardice the people have developed is astounding. Chivalry has died and along with it followed respect. They were replaced self-absorption and pride.
Pride will be the destruction of us all. The refusal to acknowledge facts due to ones image or personal beliefs. The ridiculous sense of entitlement that people feel and project to the world. That road seems as if it would be a very lonely existence. I have found that people, when approached with kindness, respect, and a collected manner seem to respond in kind. whereas if I were to approach in an aggressively dominant and entitled arrogance I would undoubtedly be met with an appropriate response. Basically if you truly care about someone at all you will treat them the way they deserve to be treated without question because it is the right thing to do, not because you feel obligated to do so. Think about where the human race would be were we to settle our differences with reason and logic, kindness and compassion rather than bloodshed, the unspoken promise of tyranny, and the feeling of insecurity while inside ones own home. We are morally crippled and the most devastating aspect of all this is that it is our pride, not our character that prevents us from peace.
These are not foreign concepts to us, but we have turned a blind eye to them because they show us that we are not the saints we believe ourselves to be. They show us that we have become hollow shells of the people we once were. Back to a time when the world was new and interesting, and feelings were uncorrupted by man. Back before the corporate and financial worlds showed you that you were destined to work your life away with the belief that nothing was going to get in the way of what you wanted. i am so sorry that the world has tricked us into believing that we are somehow seated higher individually seated at different levels based on ego. We should all be ashamed of ourselves. We have lost our way, and the will to find it again. There are still good people in the world though.
These wonderful people have faith in mankind’s ability to step outside of the cruelty and hatred that flows so easily now that we can blame it on “human nature.” They look at the world and its limitless potential and wonder how we could have become so voluntarily blind and ignorant to their actions towards others. These people almost feel as if they missed their time and were born a hundred years too late. They feel like outcasts because of what they stand for. They are the people who change others without the intention of doing so just by being themselves and viewing life as it is rather than how everyone else tells them it is. This is for everybody who still believe in a set of morals or principles that reflect a time that has long since been buried and forgotten. This is for the people who truly understand that the world is a beautiful, and remarkable place, and that life is entirely too short to be wasted on hate and pride. To the people who can still hold a conversation without glancing at their phone.Thank you so much for everything you do, and I hope that you keep your head up. There are more truly good people in the world than you know and they are being heard. Even if this post only reaches a hand-full of people that still hold the potential to open someones eyes to a potentially more peaceful life and that is good enough for me.
I may never change the world, but there is always the possibility that my words may change the person who does. I cannot think of a more meaningful sentiment for a writer than to be the light in the dark that someone else had lost hope in finding. I wrote this entire blog for them, and I cannot thank you enough for taking the time out of your day to read my writing. I truly hope that something you find in my writing brings you peace and potential clarity. I truly hope that you understand that I care. Your writing and perspective of the world could change somebody’s life. Remember how you got where you are and remember the things that make you smile. Remember the things that still matter when you set your pride and ego aside. Remember that people care and there will always those of us who will listen. The world is not a cruel place, and life is not meant to be so unstable. Do not forget to see the beauty in your life and in the world around you and let the hope that people truly care die out. Do not forget to live. Do not forget that our time here is limited. Most importantly though; Do not forget to be a light in the dark for others so that they may find peace as well.
My name is Weston Webb. I am 21 years old and for the last six years I’ve been employed by various funeral homes across the state of Oklahoma. I have buried well over 1000 people in the last six years and the question that I get asked most frequently is “How does your job not depress you?” The answer to this question is very simple. I remain upbeat not because I am calloused to my work, but because I look at the faces of the dead and see an expression there that is very rarely seen on the face of the living. These people I work with look as if they have shed the chains of this life and have finally found the peace that eludes mankind throughout the entirety of our lives. Such freedom can only be achieved by the dead because the living will not allow someone to be that happy. You say my job is depressing, and you are probably right. My only argument is: is it not depressing to sit in a monotonous job day in and day out without ever really knowing whether you are making a difference in someone’s life or not? No, it’s true the dead cannot speak but if they could I can assure you that each and every one of them is happier than each and every one of us. I cannot possibly think of a happier environment to immerse myself in. Rather than be afraid of the dead and death itself, I envy their freedom and look forward to hopefully experiencing such peace at the end of my time.
The only aspect of my job that is difficult is an ordered to truly do my job well I have to put myself in a position to grieve with the family over their loss. That is the only common ground that we hold. I have the opportunity to guide people through what could be the hardest time in their life and hopefully give them the strength and courage to continue moving forward with their lives. There is only one thing about my career that always seems to remain consistent. When my time with the family is done more often than not they look at me and say “I truly hope that I never see you again” and most of the time they don’t. It took me a very long time not to take this comment personally but somewhere along the way I began to realize that death is simply not kind to the living. There is nothing romantic about death it’s like the ocean in a sense. It’s deep, and dark, and vast, and grief is like a thief in the night. Life is fleeting, and should not be taken for granted. It seems like a noble and heroic deed to fight and die for the ones that you love, especially if these people hold your heart. What people fail to think about is; after you are gone due to your noble cause the ones you love will remain here alone and grieving over you. People spend their entire lives trying to dissuade the notion that our time here is short and that life is fragile, but in all reality the only thing that we are promised in our lives is that it will inevitably end.
They say that we leave this world the same way that we came into it – naked and alone. If that be true then why not try to live your life well. Why not aspire to leave an impact so large on the world that the very idea of your absence will rock the very foundation of those who knew you. After all what we do in life echoes in eternity. I truly hope that this post does not dampen your mood any. That was truly not my intention at all. Through my eyes my job is one of the happiest professions in the world regardless of how taxing it is. Yes, it is true that over the course of the last six years I have been in the company of the deceased far more than the living, but I have the pleasure of going home each and every night and knowing that I made a difference in someone’s life rather than hoping. I hope this gives you a different perspective of funeral directors and funeral service workers. Throughout the six years I’ve been in the funeral business I have never met the stereotypically “creepy” funeral director. Quite the contrary actually. The people in the funeral industry are the kindest most caring and loving people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I hope that you all have a good evening, and remain in high spirits. Life is truly beautiful, and every now and again we just have to remind ourselves that there are still people who care about complete strangers, even though the social norm dictates that to be a dangerous endeavor in today’s society. Don’t forget to be kind to the people in your life even if they are complete strangers. You never know where people came from or what story they have to tell. You never know the pain that they have experienced throughout their life, nor the happiness. I feel that you would be surprised to find that there are far more caring people in the world then you will ever know. This is not because you don’t long to have them in your life, but more-so because society has made you phobic of any human being who doesn’t sit at your dinner table on Sunday night with your family.
Remember, it doesn’t matter what country you came from, what color your skin is, or what language you speak. At the end of your life you will be put in a box and then into a hole in the ground just like everyone else. We are neither American, Asian, European, Australian, or African. We are humans and we all live in the same place. Just because there is water that separates us does not mean that the ground ends where the water begins. Remember that above all else. Our leaders commit themselves day and night to making sure that this fact be overlooked because peace is not a profitable state of being. I challenge you to be kind to a stranger this week. Who knows, it might even change their life, or even better, they might change yours. Either way the world will be a better place because of the action itself. Thank you all so much for reading what I have to say. I can’t possibly begin to explain how much it means to me, and I hope that you have found some good in my writing. I hope that I’ve made a difference in your life because that’s all that really matters.
I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone – if possible – Jew, Gentile – black man – white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness – not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….
The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men – cries out for universal brotherhood – for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world – millions of despairing men, women, and little children – victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..
Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes – men who despise you – enslave you – who regiment your lives – tell you what to do – what to think and what to feel! Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate – the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!
In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” – not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power – the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then – in the name of democracy – let us use that power – let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world – a decent world that will give men a chance to work – that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world – to do away with national barriers – to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!