What is it with the rash of suicides today? And why are they calling people hero when they this sort of devastating event? Why are they willing to leave a child or the ones they love to escape?
We have to look at it not from the religious sense but the selfish sense. We have to look at the socioeconomic and from an anthropological study.
In history suicide was common among the Romans. They had their gods. But their true god was material things. They felt their pride and their reputation was more important than the people who lived around them and those who love them. Honor became a hold on your life. Without honor there is no life. Another group were the Japanese. That goes back to ancient times. The warriors who died on the battle field or comeback in spirit. And a group way before the Romans or the Japanese were the Spartans. Their mothers told their son if you comeback in defeat you comeback laying dead on your shield.
Today, the honor has been replace by self-esteem, pride, and excuses. You wonder why on the latter the word would be excuses.
Excuses, today people do not admit fault. They blame others. They blame being bully. They blame their parents. They blame their loneliness. And they blame hallucinogenic drugs. Until man takes responsibility for their actions they will be unable to face their fears. The main fear is the fear of facing the truth. What is that? That we are human. We are imperfect. We are all in our own world. We have created our own world to escape reality. And it all goes back the the history of Sparta, Rome, and Japan. They could not face their failures.
Have you ever thought that at this moment it is the end of the world today. I want to die. You failed a test. One of your fellow classmate revealed a secret about you. Someone was making fun of your short comings. You went bankrupt. You’re homeless. It’s beneath your dignity to…. And where does it all lead back to? Ridiculous pride. It is not only that you could not face your classmates; or you could not face your friends; or you can not face your country club. There is nowhere to run. Well guess what. The only thing you fear is fear yourself. Fear your own judgement. It is not fearing God’s wrath. Suicides in the eyes of the church is hell. What is hell? Hopelessness. God, like our parents love you unconditionally. Like a parent that does not mean you will not go unpunished. But in the end you are forgiven. Not because you failed. But because you face the truth and admitted you were wrong.
We all have those days when we want to end it all. But there is always tomorrow. Go to sleep. It won’t go away. But it will be a lot easier to face those demons. Because you gave God and yourself another chance.
Peace be with you.
Every Friday through Sunday my body is not mine. It belongs to a great team. A team that expects you not to take a breather. A team that you keep pushing and pressing every minute. Never giving up. Never thinking of yourself. Always thinking out of the box. Thinking about the unpredictability of the events facing you. And anticipating the unexpected.
Being tireless and never letting your fellow teammates know of your own pains. Keeping a smile. Continue motivating others while people in authority of your own team tries knocking you down. And you not letting any selfish in your face put you down. Show them that you are not affected by their small mind of delusions of grandeur.
This enduring weekend event demands more every time you go out their knowing that your support is their. And some of your team is making sure you don’t get the credit. But still you are bigger than them.That is what makes it worth your efforts.
So the next time your manager or head coach either knocks you down or takes the credit away from you to give to their cronies and undeserving, just remember who you are doing all this for. For the people you serve and yourself. Be proud of yourself. And stand up to all those with great pride. And look at those straight into their eyes. And say I am the best. And I don’t have to shout it out. Just perform your best.
Actions speaks louder than word. Are you talk the talk? Or walk the walk?
In today’s world this is what keeps my sanity.
The Miraculous Medal of the Blessed Mother.
I wonder where have our world gone wrong.
It is not wars or starvation that is destroying mankind. It is the small unnoticeable chipping away of the daily immorality and illicit thinking.
Where shall we go? Today the solution is not a grandiose event. But individual reconciliation. And personal homage to the one God. It does not matter what names may God have. Only that it is the same God of all.
Last night I got to experience the joy of generosity. A man and his wife dropped off toys for those children who are ill. It was a beautiful moment short lived. When you see extreme sick children it is heart wrenching. An hour later a new shift came in and the person ask what is that all about all the boxes. I told her. And she was eyeing certain toys. Instead of being happy for the sick children she thought out load one of the toys would be nice for her healthy grandson. Had no intention of donating money for the toy.
Sadly this is not one individual’s idea that a poor person should expect hand outs without any responsibility. This is the norm for today’s poor in our nation. And politicians are building on giving the poor what they don’t have.
Does the poor have any pride? Do they have any conscience that would wake them up? Awake them from the idea that someone else’s riches will not make them happy. It will only make them worse than the rich before them. Napoleon and Josephine are the prime example. Those that they beheaded and attain their riches were no better. And later suffered the same fate as their predecessor.
It is sad times to come. A beggars country.