FOR REASONS BEYOND CONTROL - Third installment
in their hearts that they are barely surviving and rejoicing for nothing, only brief moments of joy that soon are overshadowed by a harsh reality of needing and wanting more, because they feel their oppression of those small abodes in which they reside and continue adding inhabitants because they can’t control themselves and see that their already small portions will be reduced by yet another mouth, and they know they can’t breathy because there are too many lungs seeking the precious oxygen from a space already crowded. They can’t move, they can’t stretch, they are condemned to a crowded space where they can’t express what they feel because they will lose their space and they abhor it, but they can’t escape it, they can’t say what they feel, and if they think it, they should not reveal it for it may cause great grief, so religion is used as an excuse for remaining in an unsatisfactory status quo, -that in reality is the bottom line for all religions, otherwise how could nature maintain its evolutionary perfection-
“You don’t have a right to question, who do you think you are?”, mother scolded me once upon questioning that deity’s supposed mercy and why had it not taken pity on one who’d just been brutally murdered. But the fear of the question itself and its meaning was evident in her face as if questioning would bring some misfortune, however, was it due to its blasphemous nature or because finding out the truth was more frightening than relying on a lie?
It was a hopeless situation, alone with so many doubts and no one to answer them, or just listen. They could only engage in pointless chatter and criticism of irrelevant matters and the only time any type of initiative or passion arose was for planning a get together, or watch some pointless sporting event or any type of attraction of no consequence to anyone.
Wives, young and old gossip of supposed friends and without a second thought would spread cruel calumnies of anyone who’s done them wrong, even in an insignificant manner. Lives are made up of needs, regrets, criticism towards everyone and anything that is contrary to the narrowmindedness that’s been ingrained in their small minds for centuries. Of course, the government is usually the prime suspect for causing their failures, but in the same sentence they quickly look up to that deity high above the clouds, and seek guidance from this almighty figure, hoping for a sign that they know won’t come, but still wishing to be the exception to the rule…Contradictions and the hope of something that no one has seen, felt, heard, touched, or tasted, together with a disregard for what stands before their eyes is frustrating and outright unbelievable. It is dumbfounding to hear these people so pessimistic towards just about everything, and then be so hopeful and devoted to what obviously is not out there, neither up down, or sideways. They believe in ghosts, are superstitious and
