The scales

Life is very much like the scales, an up and down ride, one pain and bout of sorrow giving way to another and another. The Buddhist says that life and living is about sorrow, but it is how we handle that sorrow that defines us. Easy to say when you are not sitting alone, eating an entire tub of Haagen-Dazs nursing a broken heart. But is it very true. If you think back to that first love that broke your heart and the pain you felt then, it is rather amusing at how little thought you give it now, how it has faded from your memory.

Scales are the ups and downs of life. Crimes of passion are committed over an obsession with the self and the here and now, the inability to see ahead and imagine a different outcome. How different would the world be if more people were able to put aside jealousy and judgmental habits and see life as it was meant to be seen? It is a big fight, a constant proving of worth by men, to other men where ego is concerned, to women where impressing is concerned, that dictates our world today. We have some say yes, but it is not enough. We have always had more power. How do we get it back again?

One need only look at the world today to see how far we have gone astray. We live in a world where if you managed to make some money selling sex and mediocrity it is ok to flash your vagina to the public. Men are surrounded by this kind of woman who does not use the power that comes with having money to its advantage. And it is not even all about money; it is about tipping the scales once more in favor of women. I wish I had more money, or bigger lungs, or the ability to redirect the world in a manner where everyone can enjoy life as it was meant to be enjoyed. The scales are tipped in the favor of the corporation, of the government, of the supposedly stronger sex, who according to some statistic think about sex every 52 seconds. We have been beaten into a corner, like a fighter who knows he cannot win, and it is that fear that keeps us there. The scales are weighed down to the point of tipping with the atrocities men are inflicting on the world, and the few who genuinely care are dwarfed by the cloud of smoke created in the aftermath of all the lies and cruelty. Strong women are eliminated not by a fair trial but by the bigger muscle.

A world ruled by ego is a dangerous thing for all.