gentlity

A person of such, that forgets the need to understand and be caring, is a person who has lost that sense of compassion which is imbedded in the genetic origination of every human creation. Despite the fact that for centuries and ages we have attempted to deprive ourself of such sensations, of the sense of creating harmony, of observing the other's actions as understanding reactions, of considering people other than ourselves as being in the norms, it is imbedded within our genetic origination. Creatures of all type carry this trait. The cavewoman cared for one another, certain that by supporting in a community manner, each doing their work, can the society thrive and prosper together. The prosperation of the common will bring the better of the individual. Hence is the conept of socialism based upon, the general wellfare of the common to make the life of the individual better. Raise, however, under the world of capitalism, this is a concept to be learned.

Gentlity.

When was the last time when we did not relate gentleman to merely a lovely fine man dressed in stylish suites speaking an accute British accent. "How may I be of service, mame?" "This way please, my lady." "May I introduce myself?" Yet, what is true gentlity? Once in a book, I read of a marvelous character, Mr. Sydney. Even with the age of 13, I could see that character as a truly gentle person, a true gentleman. Yes, he was indeed that perfection which every young girl dreams of. Polite, caring, protective, reserved, and considerate of others at all times. A person who devotes himself to his passion, to his success, to his lady, to his dream, to becoming the best person he can become. A person who makes no excuses for his actions, and considers carefully what others say of him or of anything. Mr. Arthur Sydney.

Being gentle, isn't easy. At least in this world where we are all asked to become more competitive, more aggressive, more demanding, more stressed out, more pressured, more efficient, more and more and more of everything, but tenderness and loving. It is the era when we have forgotten what is truly the greatest achievement of human existence. Not the technologies, not the tall building, not the paper that we all bleed for, but the compassion, the harmony, the tranquility, the peace. So many of us seek the day when we have papers that fill our house but we need not use, cars that's too good for us to drive, schools that're too expensive to teach our children anything good, locations where pollution shortens our lives, flattering abilities and hobbies that impresses the neighbor who doesn't really care. How many seeks that genlity of just being together, smiling in each other's eyes, against all odds? And then how many of us are gentle enough to understand that sometimes our struggles, though independent, though seeming cold, are to provide a better chance for togetherness, for reunion, for trust, for love?

My reflection: I did not see this. I did not see the work that was done behind the curtains which have not been bought, but been thought up. The desparation, the drive, the want, the desire, to achieve something, to create pride in someone, to become better, to shorten the time apart. We all see only ourselves, our works, our needs, our desparation, our crying moments. How can I be such an ignorant person? So mean and disgraceful? To let the society poison the heart which once was pure. Let me be refreshed from this day on, for no longer can the heaven shine on me the way I am. And my wings broken will not heal itself if the host itself cannot forgive and forget. The weight is too heavy and the day too dark. Smile, my love, smile my darling, smile my child and rise your head to your paradise and see that hope is there still yet.