The following takes place in another galaxy on a planet similar to Earth. There’s a cloud that hovers over our world filled with stores of anger and greed, exploding with evil and ego, casting a shadow of cruelty and self-righteousness upon our world. And the cloud only gets bigger, and more violent, the storms of anger evil, greed, and ego, explode. The worst part is we bring this cloud upon ourselves. Deadly dark shades of black and gray threaten the existence of our culture. The storm rages on and on, forever casting its shadow on us, we can’t escape it.
And I live in this world, live.
Everyday we add to the pain and the storm grows more potent. Every hateful word someone says or action they do, makes things worse. Unfortunately, the cloud has become a part of us, we’ve crossed the line and we can’t go back. The demise of men and women is inevitable.
But, not every person adds to the storm, there are entities that take away from it. They are but ghosts in our world. Most people don’t even know they exist, the ignorance is intolerable. The ghosts are always among us; they mimic our appearance and look and act like normal people. The ghosts have the ability to see our world outside the limiting field of vision that man’s narrow mind chooses to see. It is the little things that they do, they heal us one person at a time. Whenever a person is down, or blue, it’s the ghosts that step in. When a child gives up their hope or loses their love for their parents, it’s the ghosts who help steer them back on their path.
And I am but a middleman, the saddest of the three because both ghosts and men can see me, but choose to ignore my presence nonetheless. And I am the only one, the sole survivor of an ancient race of observers. I’ve been here since the beginning.
But our world was not always like this. We once lived in a world of harmony and peace. Before the evolution of man, before organisms obtained the quality of ethical choice, the decision between good and evil, before all this there was no storm, no relentless shadow over our heads. Endless green fields blanketed our hills and valleys, and when the wind sent soft waves running through these fields, you thought you could just fly away with it. Luscious green forests, snow-white mountains, crystal clear water in both ocean and lake, with bleached white sands with texture of silk. Our world was paradise and at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the rim of the endless ocean, if you caught it at the right moment, strips of lavender, violet, crimson and gold striped our sky all over a blend of an orange-pink backdrop. But as it was prophesized, you can only have as much good as evil, yin and yang, and in our case it was the evolution of man.
Men and women are oily, greasy, greedy creatures who view themselves as the self-entitled dominant race due to their supposed supreme intelligence and power. Tell me, what good is intelligence and power with out the knowledge of how to control it or what to do with it…but nonetheless we tolerate them.
The other day, I was walking down the road when I spotted a ghost picking up men and women and putting them back on their feet, 100% healed. I asked the apparition, “Why do you do that when there are so many? You’ll never be able to save enough to make a difference.” The ghost looked at me, picked up a crying baby, hushed him and then said to me, “It makes a difference to this one.” With that, he gave the baby to his mother and went on with his job.
Now, leaving the past, there are two paths we can take in our future. We can continue on the road we are headed in and on this road destruction our demise awaits us. There is no hope for our survival here. But, there is hope on the other road, the road less taken, as it is called. On the road less taken, we shift our path from downward, to a place much better than any world we’ve seen before. In order to get there, it starts with the individual. To whomever it concerns, or whoever is reading this, there is hope for our world and it starts with you. Remember the power you have as an individual, live your day with the ambition of the ghost, and never forget where you came from. If you will it, it will happen, go out and change our world for the better. It is never too late to start, read this, pass it on, pay it forward and create true individuals. Then, in a world of individuals you can create a whole society of hope or harmony in diversity. Maybe on this road, the world will see a bit of paradise and maybe it all comes down to you.