I think

There are a number of transgressions we've all committed that at one point in or lives we wished it had gone a different way. With deepest regards, best of intentions, complete neglect, and full ignorance we jumped into the decision that caused injury, harm, or mental trauma to someone other with us to be rightfully blamed for it.

Have you never hurt anyone? Can you not clearly see the point exposed above? Can you somehow manipulate your thoughts out of inclusion into the guilt of acceptance?

We are but human puppets. The strings, manipulated, handled, and ultimately positioned in the chosen way by no one other than ourselves. There is no external force making your decisions for you, making you act one way or another, and definitely not doing things for you. We have the reigns in this here ride to our predetermined destinies: death. Yes, the question has been answered, is the future known?, where are we headed?, all those unknowns in death rightly fulfilled.

I accept my failures, not as a failure, but as the pedestal from which to rise to the next element that will help me achieve my destiny with the eloquence of no more transgressions. For I am human, ergo I think.

What we see.

Bright.
Content with the illusions I have for the day I will succeed.
Bright.
The genuine thoughts leading to the grand ideas that allow for our continued success flow.
Bright.
The echo of ideas that long ago began without form today morphs into the ideal schematic, which in turn will bring about the fulfillment if a dream.
Bright.
Success is not measured by our ability to succeed, but rather our ability to follow the commands leading to most beneficial outcome.
Bright.
Darkness cannot overcome where desire flows despite the failures which drive the human heart to better themselves.
Bright.
All is bright in darkness' sweet repose.

What is brightness?
I can understand nothing. This blinding brightness dulls my senses. Reason must leave us in order for comprehension to be attained. That is not to say that reason shouldn't return by the time we reach our answers. Blind is blind. Do not forgo the senses, merely understand what we lack in what we see.

Our Mistakes

I seek permission to act in such a way as to not offend anyone.
Will all religions allow me rightful and righteous freedoms as a person in order to achieve that equality?
The existing dogmas and paradigms assigned to populations in different parts of the world, will they clash or come together in order to appease the human right to live?
I insist that although individuality will play a role in the outcome, the force with which change will first emerge and later begin to supplant fear should be enough to bring tranquility back into the equation.

I seek permission because of hate, misunderstanding, deeply held misconceptions, pride, the inability to see past one's own wants, the persecution of our fellow human-kindred, and lack of knowledge. We are hostages of our beliefs, detained by the unrelenting desires that never materialize, and by dreams that farfetched as they are we rather trample those before us than give them a hand in the event they could help us with.

I am at the mercy of myself, because I ask permission understanding fully and quite well the deceptions that harden our hearts as adults, the fears that as children mold us, and the inability to see past our mistakes.

Let us communicate.

Why don't we sit around the fire telling the tales of our families while our village/town lies in the dark of night?
Why don't we walk miles to get grain and seed for our meals, while carrying trade goods of our own on our backs anymore?

So many today point at others trying different things without a care in the world of how incredibly foolish they look. They also look for like-minded folk to share their passions with, in an attempt to incite emotions, perhaps even revolution... once again, why not then get on the wagon with the horse that hasn't the proper shoes fitted for the duress of the trip about to take, and weight about to haul, and get-on-up to town right quick to get supplies? Yeah, that's what I thought, it's easy to point the finger and talk without actually having to think about what one says.

The current mindless argument being: children awarded or rewarded for all activities no matter how mundane. The previous, raising children with respect, rather than with fear. The curious saying: "to each their own" comes to mind. Once upon a time children hunted or helped with the fur and fields. Later, children went to school, attend to family matters, to include the family business. Time passed and children are taught to make a good life for themselves by way of studying. Through and through life changes with the times around it, the advent of machinery and technological booms make for the obsolescence of what was once important incredibly real.

I cannot teach my child the rules of the road asking him to share the roads with horse buggies or coaches, no, I have to teach him about the importance of safety in the age of self-driven vehicles. Why then can't the morality of humanity switch, grow, morph, and be more civilized? I too understand that to a person of low values, morals, and ethics, this is a subject very hard to comprehend.

Let us not focus on facts, studies, or propaganda, let us instead use an old lesson... let us communicate.

So Much Evil.

Nature's breeze has blown knowledge our way today . Anything is possible.
I understand through the gentle touch of nature's soft-freezing finger that decades ago, the lesson I didn't understand, which was followed closely by the raging winds of a cloudy afternoon which aided in my dropping my bag, later resulting in me missing the bus...you get the point. All in all, the same breeze today reminds me of the lesson and now, I can capture with ease the meaning of something that I hated so passionately due to its apparent complexity. Thus, nature's breeze...

I lament having to remember such moments which serve no purpose. To idle in life's memories is a task of such detrimental return. No new knowledge is gained from participating in the nostalgia of what is lost to us. Even if we could find the remains of the clothes people wore during the sinking of the Titanic we simply don't wear those heavy itchy clothes anymore, because things always change.  It is because of that change that we become better. Looking at the past...simply a waste of good time, unless of course that's your thing like collecting stamps, watching a documentary, reading a book for the third time, or drinking beer, maybe play video games... we all do something is what the last sentence purports. I crave the vanity that is our lives as we live them not as we wish they may have been lived, that is how lust, envy, and other more troublesome issues arise. Generally the present carries very little within, however it is the premeditated intent carried into the future from starting into the past that begets so much evil.

The Truth Really Is

Beyond an omission of what would mark an event as whole or complete, what is a lie?

Opinion aside, the intent to wrongfully misguide others into understanding an event from a perspectives that omits details is a lie. The omission of detail often comes from the defamation of character that would result from the omitted details resulting in a different circumstance and altogether tail. To have multiple accounts of an event, all true, is no loophole. In a club shooting where the perpetrator stands on the stage, faces the crowd while grabbing the microphone and saying "say your prayers" before shooting, the truth will depend on the circumstances surrounding the person at the time of the event. Where they stood in relation to someone else, how clear or not sound was, how involved the person was at the time in question, and etcetera. Thus, it is clear that similarities will exist, but we all are different in the way we perceive our environment. A colorblind architect may obviate details in their description of how the doors were clearly not up to code, that an artist may find particularly unimportant when describing the Exit sign you could hardly see because of the black light in the club. This is why the truth is so important; this is why we sometimes must see the truth as truth and not as a means for personal gain. We never know just how important the truth really is.