Trails of the wandering Wolf

Why is it so hard to be a good person? Is it because we do not know the meaning of good? Maybe if we weren’t taught that praying to God is a good thing, to serve him is good and so on. Kids are always more receptive then adults. As we grow older, we develop a thicker skin. Always viewing anything new with a scepticism to avoid getting hurt or to avoid getting mocked. As kids, it’s easy to believe. Being exposed to “religion” at this time can be extremely damaging. We learn the definition of “good” and “bad” from a relative point of view and once you learn this, you wouldn’t want to learn something again. Would you? As we grow up, we start seeing the meaning of these two words in a different light. However we reject it and refuse to look at it because that voice in your head says, “C’mon, I already know that stuff. This is just someone trying to test me.” No, it is not a test. It’s just life. Things just happen. Plain and simple. You can choose to get involved, or stay out of it.

I feel no breeze, nor scorching sun Unweathered, I face the storms and rain. Fear has left me, so's sorrow As they shoveled in the mud and grain. I witness tales of reminiscent woes As whispered under hues of blue and gray Fading into sounds of bees and birds As they alight on my nameless grave Time seems still and yet it flows As the "constant" unfolds in "constant change" No tears nor words now seem to stir me As I begin to ascend from my nameless grave...