I felt I should post this week, due to a huge outburst of thought.
This last week was very groundbreaking for those who follow the news in Colorado. The Jessica Ridgeway case has taken a step towards closure with the arrest of Austin Sigg, a 17 year old who was turned in by his mother upon finding evidence that may point to his involvement. This comes to the relief to many who have been closely following the case in their homes, wondering if they were in this same scenario, wanting to find the monster responsible for such an unspeakable crime of dismembering a young girl's body. Only a fiend could do such an evil thing. Only the work of a sick and twisted savage.
However, who is the real savage in this case?
By no means am I implying that what Sigg did is justified. Rather, I am pointing to the casual observers of this case; those who sit at home and say "What a sickening individual", "How could he do this", "I would personally kill the man myself for what he did." Are we truly this shallow of a society to immediately switch our views from the care of a little girl who was murdered to the punishment of the man who is allegedly responsible? We haven't even found out whether this man is guilty or not, whether he actually committed this crime. Yet, we still treat him like we witnessed him do it ourselves. Like a savage. A cold blooded killer with no emotion. We pay attention to his death, we wish for him to rot in jail, we pray for him to reap what he has sown.
And for what?
Does the death of this man truly constitute what has happened to the initial case - the death of Jessica? We seem to overlook that now that we have someone to blame. Someone to confide our anger in. Yet, this man is still the same as any one of us: human. A human with feelings, a human with emotion, a human with the ability to act. Yet, we defile someone who has yet to even be convicted and treat him as a savage with no heart, a ruthless killer without will, a monster of incredible caliber. Perhaps this is what is inside of all of us. Perhaps we are savages for wishing worse feelings upon him than he has committed. We're no better than whoever did such a thing to a young woman, caught in the middle of all of this.
Who's the real savage here?
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Masquerade
Yet another week.
It's been tiresome, for sure. I've been quite busy the last couple weeks, but I have been noticing so much about human nature that I was nearly unsure what I would write about tonight. I figured I would begin with a pondering question that has been in my mind nearly since I have began my blog: the concept of masking the inner self, a split persona that everyone has, whether they are aware of this characteristic or not. In my retrospect, I see that as humans, we hold - at least the majority of us - two different sides of ourselves: an impure, altered, frivolous adaptation of our being that we often show to those who see us routinely, those who see us strictly on the surface level. For the most part, this adaptation is influenced by our social groups, our "sphere of influence", if you will. Perhaps it may be different than what we are.
This side is what acts as the mask.
Behind the mask lies the second side: the true form that we are born as. This side contains all of what we feel is right, all that we believe in without a doubt of ourselves or any other force. This portrayal is one not often seen by anyone besides ourselves. Sometimes, we even fail to see behind our masks to unveil our true form. The less acceptable form, perhaps, from what our masked form takes. This concept is similar to an alter ego, our masks being something that we cannot be, something that we want to be, something apart from what we truly are.
Why are we not allowed to remove these masks?
Alas, society does not take kindly to those brave enough to cut against the grain and show who they really are. Our world consists of one giant masquerade, full of anonymous individuals that wear flashy and beautiful masks of which they chose to wear. However, beyond the mask lies a human. Beyond lies a beautiful person, someone that wants to impact the world, make their mark. But yet, to reveal oneself is forbidden, as there are some looks or some perspectives that society does not accept.
But y'know what?
Perhaps it is those that get lost with their masked partners who know not of the beauty that you hold behind your mask. They become so involved in their new identity that they seem to forget the mask is on. The mask becomes part of them, no longer leaving a form to lie behind. Only a void of emptiness. However, there is so much more than what the masquerade wants you to be. You have too much to do, too much to become than to throw it all away and dance without identity. All it takes is that first step.
Reveal yourself.
It's been tiresome, for sure. I've been quite busy the last couple weeks, but I have been noticing so much about human nature that I was nearly unsure what I would write about tonight. I figured I would begin with a pondering question that has been in my mind nearly since I have began my blog: the concept of masking the inner self, a split persona that everyone has, whether they are aware of this characteristic or not. In my retrospect, I see that as humans, we hold - at least the majority of us - two different sides of ourselves: an impure, altered, frivolous adaptation of our being that we often show to those who see us routinely, those who see us strictly on the surface level. For the most part, this adaptation is influenced by our social groups, our "sphere of influence", if you will. Perhaps it may be different than what we are.
This side is what acts as the mask.
Behind the mask lies the second side: the true form that we are born as. This side contains all of what we feel is right, all that we believe in without a doubt of ourselves or any other force. This portrayal is one not often seen by anyone besides ourselves. Sometimes, we even fail to see behind our masks to unveil our true form. The less acceptable form, perhaps, from what our masked form takes. This concept is similar to an alter ego, our masks being something that we cannot be, something that we want to be, something apart from what we truly are.
Why are we not allowed to remove these masks?
Alas, society does not take kindly to those brave enough to cut against the grain and show who they really are. Our world consists of one giant masquerade, full of anonymous individuals that wear flashy and beautiful masks of which they chose to wear. However, beyond the mask lies a human. Beyond lies a beautiful person, someone that wants to impact the world, make their mark. But yet, to reveal oneself is forbidden, as there are some looks or some perspectives that society does not accept.
But y'know what?
Perhaps it is those that get lost with their masked partners who know not of the beauty that you hold behind your mask. They become so involved in their new identity that they seem to forget the mask is on. The mask becomes part of them, no longer leaving a form to lie behind. Only a void of emptiness. However, there is so much more than what the masquerade wants you to be. You have too much to do, too much to become than to throw it all away and dance without identity. All it takes is that first step.
Reveal yourself.
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Encompass
I decided to take a week off from blogging. Sorry to my regulars, I've been slammed lately.
This last week has just been so hectic, there has barely been any time to even rest. But what can I say, I've taken on the responsibility and I just have to keep going from this point. Seems like the story of our lives, just carrying out our routine events. Never seems like we're going anywhere, just going down a straight path to nowhere. I mean, when you think realistically about it, that's pretty much all it is, just day after day, living life until you finally reach the end of the road. Grim to a point to imagine, but in the basic structure of human life, that is the only sure thing that bonds us all together: birth, life, and death. Headed north and nowhere else.
Of course, there's always the bend in the road.
The path that leads off the main road. That thin stretch of dirt that beckons change and challenges difference. Finding what direction you truly want to take in life. Straying off from the north, headed north east, and then east, and then south, and so on. The compass that keeps us on track is truly a remarkable thing to behold, because really this sense of direction is internal, just as it normally is in any real life situation. The path we take in our lives is not necessarily that which is destined or which we are meant to know where we are going. Sometimes you just...gotta keep going, y'know? I've mentioned this metaphor of walking down a road previously, but it still remains the same. Aimlessly walking is not something to fear or think that it achieves nothing. In fact, often it is not the future that needs thought. It is the present, the path that is directly in front of you. Sure, there may be a few pot holes or long stretches with no direction change, but they cannot be seen unless you are looking directly in front of you.
The time is now, my friends.
This last week has just been so hectic, there has barely been any time to even rest. But what can I say, I've taken on the responsibility and I just have to keep going from this point. Seems like the story of our lives, just carrying out our routine events. Never seems like we're going anywhere, just going down a straight path to nowhere. I mean, when you think realistically about it, that's pretty much all it is, just day after day, living life until you finally reach the end of the road. Grim to a point to imagine, but in the basic structure of human life, that is the only sure thing that bonds us all together: birth, life, and death. Headed north and nowhere else.
Of course, there's always the bend in the road.
The path that leads off the main road. That thin stretch of dirt that beckons change and challenges difference. Finding what direction you truly want to take in life. Straying off from the north, headed north east, and then east, and then south, and so on. The compass that keeps us on track is truly a remarkable thing to behold, because really this sense of direction is internal, just as it normally is in any real life situation. The path we take in our lives is not necessarily that which is destined or which we are meant to know where we are going. Sometimes you just...gotta keep going, y'know? I've mentioned this metaphor of walking down a road previously, but it still remains the same. Aimlessly walking is not something to fear or think that it achieves nothing. In fact, often it is not the future that needs thought. It is the present, the path that is directly in front of you. Sure, there may be a few pot holes or long stretches with no direction change, but they cannot be seen unless you are looking directly in front of you.
The time is now, my friends.
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