Pausing at Heaven's Door…
Why were you so polite to the fast food waitress who gave you that sour smile? Why did you give way to the well dressed man in a hurry, who wasn’t going anywhere? Why did you offer your seat on the bus to the lady who wasn’t that old?
We are polite to our public image, we give way to our personal space, and we give our seats to our conscience.
The more I see, the more I become convinced that I can never find what I so yearn for; I can never find that one person that submits to me, unquestioningly, completely, and accepts the submission of my being to them; pure, without judgment. We, as persons, are too selfish. Where is the selfless leader that does not care for power? Where is the lover who does not love for the way love makes him feel? Where is the saint that prays to God without ever begging for personal salvation?
The universe is just about one person; your self. I am convinced that if a hell exists, no one will be able to overcome their fear for their own well being, and protest for the banishment of another. No one will be able to resist the allure of heaven, to pause for a moment at its gates, and shed a tear for those that still burn.
We are polite to our public image, we give way to our personal space, and we give our seats to our conscience.
The more I see, the more I become convinced that I can never find what I so yearn for; I can never find that one person that submits to me, unquestioningly, completely, and accepts the submission of my being to them; pure, without judgment. We, as persons, are too selfish. Where is the selfless leader that does not care for power? Where is the lover who does not love for the way love makes him feel? Where is the saint that prays to God without ever begging for personal salvation?
The universe is just about one person; your self. I am convinced that if a hell exists, no one will be able to overcome their fear for their own well being, and protest for the banishment of another. No one will be able to resist the allure of heaven, to pause for a moment at its gates, and shed a tear for those that still burn.
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