The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

Let's Take A Look

Tonight, so many things triggered my emotions. A conversation with Molly, watching Pearl Harbor, and reading about how horrible life is now. Now let's take a mind field trip. A trip to the era of a perfect family, a perfect home. Perfect economy and some of the worlds greatest music. It was a time where the US thrived in its pride. It was exactly what it was made to be. The 50's.

Please, if you read this, don't just scim through it. Actually read it. Think about what I have to say. Acknowledge the points given and try to put your heart where mine is.

The 50's were wonderful. I wish I could've grown up in that time. But why was it such a good time? Before I give my theory, lets move back to reality. The world today. Teens having sex, without caring of the consequences. No love for any others. It's all about yourself. Drugs, alcohol, sex, rape, uncleanliness, murder. The heart of man (by that I mean man kind, girls and guys alike) is an evil temple when not guided. The evil of man has raped this world of most of the good god has given us. Why? Back to the 50's. The 50's, the government was guided by the rules of god. Everyone for the most part loved god, and respected him. Even if someone wasnt very religious, they never bad mouthed or accused god of anything. This was the real era of peace. The real era of love. People wouldn't go out and be irresponsable. They thought of consequences. They thought of the future. Girls actually were modest about their bodies, and guys knew how to respect women. All because the society was based of the principles of religion.

Sorry, dreams are over. Back to reality. Everyday, somewhere, god is being forbidden from there. The world has turned into hell. Kids as young as 4th grade are going out and having sex. When the girl gets pregnant, she aborts because she is affraid. No faith. None. God, when given the chance can take something and turn it into good. She is affraid she will be alone. So she kills her child. Kids are shooting each other over Pokemon Cards and Middle Schoolers are killing each other just because one kid was checking out the others girlfriend or boyfriend. Sex isn't a thing of love anymore. Sex can be found almost anywhere. Even in the walls of Shelby High School. A while back, I remember hearing from many people, that there was an affair going on between to teachers at the school, both whom were married. I am not gonna say the teachers name. Infact, I don't even remember their names. I can't even remember if they still teach. I know a few weeks ago, 2 students were caught doing things in the locker room here. A friend of mine told me a story of how he was getting some in the bathroom during class (and the girl has a boyfriend). Sex has turned into another recreation. Its no longer special to anyone. Its no longer a Union of the body and soul. Its just a thing. An emotion with a consequence. And the consequence is a mistake to those people. A baby is a mistake. A human life is a mistake. No, I refuse to ever believe that. Even in the time of rape. God could take that baby, that "accident" and make him or her into one of the most heroic people ever. The baby, could grow up and do good things for the world, because he or she knew that they were product of rape. They could be emotionally inspired to help others. They could even change the world and save many lives. But, the mother, believing it is an accident cancles, aborts, and ends the life of that baby. And thus, the world falls deeper into hell. She should've taken a look at another view, instead of taking the easy way out. There are clinics, that WILL support you. Even if you work 3 jobs, and could make it, they will support you, send you money, give you insurance and medicare. If not that, there are home's where the baby, and if need be, the mother can live without worry of abuse, poverty, and danger. There are so many other ways then killing a human who has yet had the chance to grow up, live a life, and make a man or women happy. In almost every case of abortion too (there is an abortion site with the survey stats on it - 92% of women and or the fathers) after doing so, have felt the loss, the emptyness and the lack of life that they once had. What gives you the right to stop somebody from living a life? This would and could lead me into the death penalty, but I won't go there. I am confused on that area right now, because of Osama and Saddam. Maybe that will be my next post? What would brake my heart is if I had to tell my son (or daughter) one day, that he was an accident. It hurts. I have felt it. My mom and dad got married because I was concieved. And look where that led. I have grown up fine. We would still be a family if it wasn't for alchohol. My mother was never there because she was working to support my brother and I. Did I come out as a horrible person? I am told that its a miracle I am the way I am. My brother was misguided because of the wrong people. He hangs out with some people who think drugs, alchohol, and sex with anyone anytime is all right. But, what if my mom decided to abort me? Would Molly be happy? Would I have had the chance to touch anybodies hearts or lives? Would I have had the chance to fall in love, and dream dreams. What about my brother? If I lived and he was aborted, would I have learned to take care of someone while I was young? Would I have laughed, cried and smiled with my brother, my best friend? I would've been lonely. It was probably Joey who helped make me who I am today. He kept me company. He laughed and smiled and played with me growing up. He was there for me when I needed someone and everyone else just left me. Including my girlfriend. Argh, going off on a tangent again.

But anyways, if I had to tell my son that my wife was gonna abort him, I would break down. I love my kids so much. I don't even have them yet, but they are a part of me already. They are in my heart, and every time I think of them I am happy. I can't wait to sit, and watch my kids grow up. Run through the yard and play and laugh. My grandfather is constantly reminding me that my dad never got to do that, and he is going to miss so much more. And everytime he says that, I hurt. It drives me to be something different. Something I always wanted to experience. I will give my kids a chance, and I will be there. I don't care what I will have to do, my kids deserve to live, just like anyone else's.

See what pushing god away has done? It's brought war, and hate, murder, capital punishment, rape, drugs, abuse, poverty, and loneliness. War, god I hate war. I hate everything about it. I know sometimes it cant be avoided, but if we lived like we did in the 50's would we have had to go to that war in the first place? The world is always about "Me Me Me". "I want oil!" "I don't wanna share my oil!" "I want to kill you because you don't follow our religion!" "Your making weapons of mass destruction in secret, so we have the right to invade your privacy and threaten, capture and kill you!" See what has become of us...? Why can't we all just share and get along...?

Did anyone ever stop and think about life in general. People now accuse god of something bad. Something that went wrong. They blasphimize his name because they got pregnant, they were raped, a family member of theirs was killed in a drug exchange, or they didn't win the lotto.... oh.. boo hoo... People fail to realize its not god doing that. Its them and the ripple effect they have on others. Sure, a drop of water wouldn't distrub the entire pond, but when enough drops of water start to do their thing, the entire pond becomes a beautiful dancing spring of ripples. God can't do wrong, he can only make things better, if you give him the chance. The devil is what causes things to go wrong. Its his job. He loves doing it. He does it cause he knows it will hurt god, and someone else. Thats all he cares about, is hurting people to feel his pain, his mourn. Its all about him. He would soon cast his right and left hand servants into eternal torture just so he wouldn't feel alone. Some guy huh? So why isn't god helping us? I often question that too.. Have I let him? How can god help if you wont help him. Before you start to say "Well I did this and this and..." Shut up. Is it always about you? Why can't we be like 'hippies' and just love everyone? Do stuff to help others. If only people loved god and others the same way they loved themselves... the world would be 100% better.

*sighs* And love doesn't go away. Once in love, your always in love. My scar from Charity is still there, but I am in love with Molly now. Sure, I still love Charity. She taught me something. How to love. But, she too, was also the teacher to me of how to hate, and feel bitter, and care only about me. It took me a year to pull myself out of that hole. I wasn't going to turn like that. I wasn't going to become another product of the society we live in today. I am going to make a difference... I am going to live my life the way I want to live it. I am going to be happy. I will make others smile and be happy. And if something starts to pull me down and change me into what society is, I will scrap it. Don't anyone preach to me with "You can't bad mouth that way of life untill..." I don't care to hear it. I lived it. I have smoked. I have drank. I have made out with some girl I don't even know (but she is my girlfriend now and I love her to death). I have even cursed my father. But, it was all out of me me me, and hate. I love my father to death. Yeah, he isnt the greatest guy in the world, but, he was mislead. Something didn't happen. Maybe someone was supposed to change his life but was aborted? Sure, I have beaten up the word fate before. But I never specified what part of fate I believe in. I believe one of my purposes in life is to make someone happy, make many people smile, and teach certain things to others. Thats not a fate, thats a plan along the lines of my life. I can live and do what I want, but, regardless if I want to, I will make someone happy, I will make someone cry, and I will change someones life forever.

Well, it's about 1:30 am and I have school in the morning. I should take a shower and go to bed.

~Peace out

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 1:35 AM