Good News

I feel we all have a fairly jaded view of society, life, our plight, whatever. In many situations we're cornered. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. I think we've all been there and we frequent the situation more often than what we want. Like your mother taking you for a haircut when you're young, kicking and screaming. I don't know how many times I've been told "life isn't fair." What? Why not. Perfect reality is heaven. Golden streets. No sadness, no hurt, no fear. Happiness.
The oddest part about this realization, is that this is the goal for many people. The pinnacle. The light at the end of the tunnel. Relief.
That is not to say that all religious people are using their belief as a means to an end. That is certainly too grand to assess, and too grand to assume.
This seems to be a perplexing position. Many people choose to gain relief by taking control, and injecting light into a dark world. Everyone does something good; even most "bad people" do something nice once in their lives.
All this is well and good, but then again, if you're doing good, that doesn't negate bad things happening to you.
So here's the point: These two aspects tangle with each other in most people's lives. When we hit low points, it is usually when these elements go unmeasured, and overload to the worst side.
Suffering. The deepest pain you feel. Pain that can not be treated by some pill, not even illegal ones. Bones that can't be mended. A soul burns. And the body wains.
And the beauty of this life. Coming through such grief by whatever means necessary. Acceptance. Like a warm blanket. Don't deny it. Everyone wants to be accepted by their church, their cliques, their job, their chess club. Even the indie, punk rock, counter-drug-culture; conforming to their non-conformity. We like it. Accept me. Love me.
Love is good. And to be purely broken down; stripped of all sense of reality, and somehow come to a point of understanding. Understanding whatever the hell it is you need to understand.
The sky is still blue. The sun will still rise and fall.
This is the problem with being mindless. You never reach a point. You just follow, head down. Getting caught drawing on the bald spots in right field. Oblivious.
So cheers to life, and the small ounce of good news for the sea of bad.