posted on May, 27 2009 @ 01:01 AM
Hey but the Kool Aide is still free! Have a glass, have two, what the heck have one on me.
A wise man once told me when I was quite young, without hope humans simply would wither and die.
Sadly a lot of people put hope in the very things that will kill them.
Once many years ago a political dissident in France was exiled and incarcerated in the infamous Devil's Island penal colony in French Guinna.
He spent 22 years in solitary confinement, in a bare concrete cell with no bed or mattress just a hole in the floor to use as a toilet. The prisoners
were lowered into these isolated cells from the roof, that was metal that had only a trap door to be opened three times a day for a diet of bread,
water, and vermin infested watery soups. To speak one word to that gaurd when feeding you was an immediate trip to the Guillotine. To be caught
speaking to another prisoner by voice or by code through the thick concrete walls was an immediate trip to the Guillotine. The cells were sweltering
with the metal roofs picking up the heat of the glaring tropical sun by day, with no ventiallation to offer fresh air or a breeze.
The man lived for 22 years in that condition and one thing kept him alive...one word kept him alive...hope.
Hope is the powerful base ingredient for Kool-Aide.
At the end of World War II, when France, England, Belgium, and Germany gave up their Colonial possesions throughout the world the penal colony was
shut down and the man finally released and set free to go back to his beloved gay Paris, that the hope of one day living to see was all that kept him
Within a year of his return, he killed himself.
Evidently what he was hoping for wasn't what he really thought it was or wanted.
It's going to be a rough ride for a little while friends. That which does not kill us only serves to make us stronger.
I shall endeavor to embrace these momentous changes that increasingly confront us. I will look to persevere one way or another, some how or another,
and I shall determine to not lament or grieve for the world and times and things that have passed, as like that poor prisoner of conscience who
suffered so long imprisoned for the simple crime of daring to speak freely about the hope for a better tommor, nothing in my life to date, no matter
how wonderful or bad, happy or sad, thrilling or dull, triumphant or heartbroken has ever in one single solitary case turned out to exactly what I had
hoped it would be.
I will continue to embrace the new me, and strive to love my brothers and sisters and do what I can, for whom I can, the best I can, just as I have
I might have to go hungry, I might have to go homeless, I might have to go dirty, I might find myself imprisoned, even tortured, even facing death,
maybe many times before a truly brighter tomorrow dawns upon a new age of renewal and plenty.
I hope for only but one thing, as I have always hoped for, that no matter what ever happens I can have compassion in my heart, empathy in my heart,
and love in my heart for friend and foe alike.
For as long as I can see and feel that for others and ultimately through that forgive them if only for the fact that I can understand them, then I can
forgive and understand myself as well.
Hope shall always thrive that way, and that wise old man was right, it is hope that keeps a human being alive.
Don't drink the Kool-Aide, but always find that hope in yourself. For that which does not kill us only serves to make us stronger.
Should I die, it will no longer matter, that brief final moment shall be what ever it shall be, and then there will be no more...
But should I live, just to see yet one more morrow dawn...as I do myself to greet it, my hope dawns eternal along with it, that this day, which I have
always lived each and everyone as my last day, for tomorrow is promised to no one, that this day could very well prove to be the best day of my life.
Another day, another dollar, and a chance to stand taller, by learning, and growing more, adapting to an ever changing world, that each part of has
it's own hopes too.
Don't let events frighten you or panick you. Our Masters want only one thing as they always do, to divide and conquer us.
It's going to be a rough time, but when you look back over history, each generation at some point has almost always had to face those darker
It is always darkest before the light. It is in that light that hope springs eternal.
Don't loose yours friends, please.