The Little Things We Over Look

"The Path to God is not found within a church,

or through that cross you bare around your neck.

It is to be found within us all,

our souls are the conduit to the unknown, The map to the stars."

You cannot turn on the television without being saturated with death, or rather that of violence. As I watch I maybe catch a few minutes here and there of something decent, someone doing something good in this world yet no sooner does it end more of the violence more of the same. It is no wonder crime is up, its no wonder law enforcement is growing as well and without a growing economy people will become more and more desperate to put food on the table for their families and for themselves. With unemployment soaring, more housing foreclosures, and a government that continues to turn a deaf ear to the public outcries I can only foresee things getting worse, like any bubble that continues to expand there is a structural limit the bubble cannot withstand. Soon that bubble will pop, The question is how bad are we going to let it get before we let some of that pressure out? and minimize that "pop".

I however digress, my rant here is not about what we all see happening, yet to afraid to speak out against it. No my post here today is about the little things we often over look. Colors, Words, Gestures. The smiles from a passing stranger or even the smile of a good friend. In a time when the world seems to be falling apart, people have to turn to the little things to try and get by.

'When the Giant starts buckling. your small world becomes insignificant'

Giving up seems easy to an impossible task. Where failure is no longer an option, No where to go and a harsh urban jungle whispers to you in your ears. Your children staring up at you, not even old enough to understand the true ramifications of you being laid off form your job. Sure you could draw unemployment, maybe last a month or two at best before you become ridiculously in dept. Your options like a watering hole in the desert are drying up and fast.

Trinkets and lockets, become treasures. Jewelry that brings a smile to your face and a few seconds of happiness then later pawned to put bread on the table. Quietly you slide off to find you some peace where you try and relax knowing you have food for now.

When you are bombarded day and night with nightmares and horrors, to escape becomes a luxury only few find. Drugs legal or illegal often play a part, some find comfort with their thoughts, their memories. For they become a gallery of time frozen in place, and set in stone. Whatever their method of escape becomes, for a moment they find their center, their paradise.

With so many people simply turning their heads, casting a blind eye to the cruelty of this world all the misery will never subside. As the world continues to spin, and the desperation mounts it will become the little things in life that will give you the strength to continue on. To wake up the next morning with a smile on your face, for when you remember you don't have to walk this path alone all the time. It makes the fight that more bearable..