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In this day and age, yes, mankind is the only destroyer from the food we eat (Death Merchants) to the manmade poisons we digest for medical elements, to the propaganda spewing from the media that disables our brain cells from thinking on our own.

Most able bodies among the world’s vast population today have concerns about dying when we should look forward to spiritual rebirth. We worry about materialistic gains in life we can never take to our resting places once our last breath is taken of this earthly life.

The greater good of humanity’s fortune is always found in the four chambers of the heart: Kindness, Courage, Love, and Spiritual Awareness. Once those elements are tapped into as the heart takes its circulating oxygenated beats, the dynamics of your aura will be a force to reckon with. In my line of nursing, time is always the crucial component to breathe, or the expiration when it no longer ceases to exist.

It still dismays me how we find peace within ourselves when we are facing imminent death. The tears of a life seeping from our eyes knowing we hated deeply in our hearts, whereas it should have been a time to foster love. In retrospect, animosity and loathing spoke the true words in the absence of peace.

Incapable of reliving forsaken time, we cling to our Bible, the Torah, and attempt to find the hidden significance of our ancestral rites of greatness in the Holy Quran. We hold tightly to a loved one’s hands as last sacraments are prayed over us, or we kneel at the chapter asking why such a burden must be carried alone.

Does it take much to love and honor each other, to uplift one another to our righteous glory? When one is on their deathbed, it should be a time of inner celebration. Inner peace shall fill the moment when words cannot convey, or when the pain has surmounted, and the only comfort is closing one’s eyes for rest.

Unfortunately, today, society has become blinded by the throes of vanity to the point it has become the warmth of our hearts, a mainstream taboo we have physically and spiritually adopted.

As of late, it appears the only visual touches the human soul can submerge the heart and mind come in the form of social media: Instagram, WhatsApp, Facebook, Snapchat, TikTok, Worldstar, and Flightheight, just to name a few.

Mental eye candy, I term it. Nothing is sacred as of old. At this rate, we have surpassed the days of Sodom and Gomorrah; you can get nudity, sodomy, rape, murder, racial bigotry, peep shows, chat rooms, webcam masturbation, sex, and let us not forget disruptive Karens and their fifteen minute fame of glory.

Are those the only elements life has to offer now? We are the computer chip that technology has come to reap. Whatever happened to molding the younger generation’s minds, preparing them to survive once they graduate and step out into the real world? If virginal minds are watching filtered subliminal messages from the television or what they view on a streaming computer, are they not already equipped to survive, to be self absorbed, non-empathetic, sexually demanding, and racial toward a world of intermingling cultures and ethnicities, with natural born instincts to become radicals?

As the world moves forward, I am hoping for better progress to foster receptiveness when engaging one on one humanely. The world revolves, and it never ceases to change from the dynamics, politically or socially. The dual climates have brought so much contention as of late, how do we learn to heal morally?

We are separated by six feet of space, and the presentation of our character is only readable by the eyes. The devoid of human contact has left us walking around as empty vessels, and the only way we get refilled mentally, emotionally, spiritually is to cause chaos… yet, it appears vague to say in specific terms. Have you ever gone online and watched someone being assaulted? You may see cellphone cameras recording, hidden voices egging on, close shots of blood, guts, and glory, but how many times can you count someone stepping in to intervene? Go ahead, I am waiting. And remember, we are the example from which the next generation shall excel, and with a heavy heart, I can say it will not be greatness.

Continue to believe in yourself, be for yourself, and give love unto others, it does make the world go around.

Kemymalia (Director Of Nursing) APRN

 

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Leepaul says:

Great food for thought.

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The Softness of A Shadows says:

Some words are meant to inspire, and I always write from the oath of my heart; to reach, to teach, or to gently preach. Thank you, Poet Leepaul, for allowing me to captivate your mind for a moment in time. I am wishing you a sacred Friday, a heartfelt weekend, and please stay hydrated no matter where you stand or sit. Love and Hugs, always, Kemymalia (K.)â„¢
 

Leepaul says:

Mission accomplished! You're welcome, enjoy your weekend as well The Softness of A Shadows.

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