Stop to Smell The Roses

I always wonder about the unhappy people I encounter in my life. I see miserable people everywhere, choosing to stay stuck in their own self-inflicted bitterness. Lost sheep refusing to acknowledge the greatness inside of them; all the greatness that surrounds them. They never stop to smell the roses. Their perspective on life is narrow and self-involved to say the least. I always wonder about them…

Is it simply a result of today’s poor parenting that enables our children and future generations to take on the bitterness they learned from their ancestors and trash television; all the while developing these narcissistic and entitled personalities in vain? Or are we generally idealistic and starry-eyed as kids until we slowly but surely allow our intuition and hope for a better world to die as we mature? These are questions I find myself asking when I’m faced with these people who have clearly lost their zest for life. Were they given too much as a kid that now they can’t enjoy the simple pleasures life has to offer? Or were they so neglected that now they feel they aren’t deserving of love and acceptance?

I’m reminded of these thoughts each and every time I hear people go out of their way to put others down for shallow, conditional things and fixate on the “flaws” they see in their peers. Flaws that are opinion-based (often lacking perspective and empathy) and completely devoid of our purpose in this life. No, I do not believe we were put on this earth to suffer and watch those around us suffer. Look around you. Life is fleeting and I’m always shocked before I am saddened at the cruelty and hatred I witness and experience (just as everyone else does) on this planet. I’m shocked because just so easily you could be that “ugly guy with acne and the weird voice” or that “annoying girl everyone talks about behind her back and no one likes.” What does it even matter though?

We didn’t get to choose our genetics or our ancestry or our preferences, just as we won’t be able to choose the way we will leave this earth unless, (God forbid), we pull the plug ourselves. Our body is a mere vessel for our soul; the part of us that feels and cares and loves for one another and for ourselves. The one thing we are always in control of and we do get to choose, however, is to be positive and to find the humility and the grace in the pain and to stop and smell the roses even if we have to be pricked by a few of their thorns.

It’s so easy to get swept up in all the chaos and fear that is our manufactured society. But I don’t think anyone that promotes pure hatred, bigots and gossips alike, are living happily. What drives someone to deliberately hurt another human being has always evaded me. We’re all human and at the end of the day, we’re all seeking the same love and acceptance. We all laugh and we all cry. Using your “beliefs” to alienate and harass other human beings who are on their own journey in this life is cruel, unjust and just plain evil. We all come from different walks of life. Some paths will never cross one another but regardless we all need to have, at the very least, some basic respect for humanity and the vividity that is individuality. Without diversity there is no personal appeal and without polarity there is no perspective.

So again I ask myself, is hate or enmity necessary for love? I don’t wholly believe so, although I’m not naive enough to believe true social justice and equality will ever exist with us on this planet. I believe that we can still strive to make positive changes in our own lives even for our own selfish benefit. I believe even the most bitter of us all can find a shred of peace and solace and harbour love and happiness in their hearts to live and let live. Because, we are all the same at the core of who we are. And what better way to spend our lives nurturing the life we’ve been given, respecting ourselves and in that, respecting others and our differences as a collective species of multi-faceted beings. Plant roses and stop to enjoy all that you sow; all that has been sowed for you. I always wonder if the bitter people know that there’s still a chance for them. And like a lonely unblossomed rose, I hope one day they too will open up and grow.




About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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