Quiet In Meditation

The day is gloom and rainy, just the way I like it. I've been resting all day, checking with kiddie curiosity the progress on the wound on my knee, looking at the scab on it forming and all its stages. Must say it is most fascinating. I could stare at that scrap all day long.

I've been entertaining myself during these sick-leave days with peaceful activities, thigns that take the edge from me, that bring me back to the paced, soft days of meditation and relaxation. So is that I rented movies and watched them, and they made me thought.

Invictus made me think about the lesson of Nelson Mandela, and the message to be able to forgive even those who have harmed us, to not live with the chance when we get the higher hand and strike them on the spot, but use the opportunity to teach the world, to teach our environment and ourselves about being grand, being human, and being considerate, even if we did not receive the same favor. This is a message I would love to take to the gay community I have met here, who are fast on discriminating and judging those of us, straight people, who tend a hand to them to accept them as people.

I watched Daybreakers and that thought me about rationality, consideration and to stop fooling ourselves that the resources are endless. Sadly science and investment won't go as far as simple, basic human consideration, rationality, taking only what we need, and stop thinking about profit can take us. Sometimes it is time to part from the hunger of money, from greed and go for simple human feelings and impulses.

"Capitalist, A Love Story" got me deep. Though it goes along my line of thinking, Mr. Moore's revealing movie simply made my heart bleed. How could America let the American Dream be corrupted and made into a tool of mass manipulation so that the 1% of the population could bleed white the other 99%? Is the American Dream to erase middle class? To humiliate it? To reduce it into rubble? It made me see clearer what someone said on a note: "MTV is filled with mediocre crap now". More than that, there were middle class families in America, the matter of all that good product, all the muscle behind the Dream slide into horrid poverty, there's a spoiled layer of spenders who take pleasure in making others jump at their whim, make others their toys and slaves. So-called reality shows that show no reality. Not the real, American reality. But a camera crew in Brooklin, shoot that. Put a camera in Louisiana, shoot that. Show how the 99% of the American population leaves, starving, living on food stamps, trying to make ends meet.

That is an insult, and these are the things that have occupied my mind these last two days. For many people outside the U.S. blaming this countrs for everything is easy. Yeah, America is the big evil, but I wonder, is it? Or is just that upper peel, that 1% that even bleeds it's own for profit, that 1% that greedily wolfs into the taxpayer funded bailouts yet keep foreclosing on Middle Class America, that keep tricking it, that keep telling the lie: "If you work hard enough you could get rich". Do they? No, we all know that's not true. One or two extraordinary cases do not make a pattern or a road. Looting on others' mysery, then flaunting their wealth, throwing money out in expensive birthday parties, or showing their mundane wealthy lives for attention, emotionally torturing others, badmouthing them , using them, humiliating them in a competition for love, friendship or a shot at fame, this is the 1% mocking us, all of us, treating us like subhumans, like workforce, slaves, cattle. Things at their disposal, little monkeys that will perform for their amusement, that will bleed for their profit while holding onto an empty promise worse than a no-fund check.

I have meditated, and I have decided that the middle class shall prevail. I don't knoe you, but I want to remain middle class. The promise of richness and fame do not lure me. I want just what I need, and I will not be lured into the trap of more. I like middle class. And why is that? Because I do believe in measure, in knowing when it is enough, in not losing out of sight that I work to be happy, not to make more money.

Maybe it's because I was brought up in a Socialist home, but I do believe that a happy and healthy society with equal oportunities to all does make a happy individual.