Friday, December 2, 2011

Love Lost; Love Begins

            This fable shows how drug addiction and having a bad childhood can affect someone's life. Parents need to make sure they set a good example, and their children should have the power to avoid   committing themselves of doing any type of drug. You need to make sure you know what you're doing because if you begin to drink or do drugs, you lose your train of thought and might end up being a case of teen pregnancy. Maturity is power!




            Childhood is a time we all remember because this is the only time we can recall when we are blessed for having complete innocence. When you’re a child, that’s when you soak up all you can so you can grow up with the behavior your learning, and that is why it is crucial for parents to set an outstanding example. Children are born with innocence, so they should not grow up filling the gaps in their lives with guilt and despair. This is exactly what the dog Rufus needed when he required direction at the most crucial time of his life.

            As a pup, he couldn’t distinguish what was wrong or right, so he did whatever he believed was right because that is the way how his dad lived. He admired his dad, which is understandable due to the fact of a father being a child’s first role model. His dad was never home, so he treasured him even more when he saw him. His mom kept him contempt and never gave Rufus a straight answer to him, except telling him he’s having a conversation with a friend. Rufus was always confused because he’s never seen the so-called friend before.

           “Mom, where has Dad been this whole time?” he asked.

            As he said that, there was a yell outside of the door. He could tell it was his dad, because the tone is similar to when he is talking to his mom. He couldn’t recognize who exactly his father was speaking too.

           “I know you have been cheating me Rodrigo” George stated. “You think I am a fool? It is time you understand I am not one to upset when dealing with the supply. I know you have been increasing the price on the bananas on me just because I’m a regular customer.”

            “What are you talking about? I have been supplying you with the top quality bananas I can require, and this is how you treat me?” asked Rodrigo.

            “It’s time I show you how I should have been treating you this whole time!” raged George.

           George rapidly took out his concealed butcher knife from his belt, and swung it with all of his might towards Rodrigo’s neck. Rodrigo ducks, uses George’s strength against him, takes the knife, and stabs George straight in the left eye. George barks as loud as he can as he is near death. Rodrigo screeches, takes the supply of bananas, and escapes in the trees in an instant.

            “Dad! No don’t leave me Dad! I love you so much!” cried Rufus.

             Rufus ran to his dad’s body and held him in his hands the whole night. The blood rapidly spurting out of George’s facial area did not seem to bother Rufus because he was just blown away that his father was gone.

            “I’m out here in the cold, holding my father’s lifeless body, and my mother doesn’t even come outside and help me?” questioned Rufus.

            “Your father was a failure, Rufus. He was so addicted to these bananas he got so caught up in it he got himself into deep trouble. I’ve only stayed with him for you. This dog doesn’t deserve an inch of my pity!” barked Melissa.

            “What kind of mother are you? You should’ve told me the truth from the beginning; not hold me on to this everlasting lie. You always told me Dad was out trying to chase out mailmen and acquire dog food for us, but that was a lie. You could’ve helped him with his addiction, but you didn’t. I’ll see you in the next world, Melissa.” howled Rufus.

            Rufus’s mind was filled with immense rage, he ran off without looking back. As he is running, he begins to think of never seeing his father again. He finds a somewhat cozy area next to some bushes near the sidewalk, gets comfortable, lies down and begins to weep.

            “There is nothing left for me. There is no way I will be able to obtain food in my bowl now. I’d rather die then go back to my mom. There must be a reason my dad loved these bananas so much.” explained Rufus.

            Rufus continually kept muttering to himself about the situation, and eventually cried himself to sleep. He still didn’t know how to react to the situation and was just looking for some type of release. He wakes up the next morning, and has many tasks on his agenda.

            “Dad obviously added bananas to his bowl for a reason. I need to find that, monkey, and approach him gently. He probably will not accept to see me easily, and I will try to hold my eagerness for revenge in.” thought Rufus.

            On the warm and slight windy day, Rufus slowly walked around the sidewalk randomly looking everywhere. There is suddenly a rapid noise in the trees.

            “Rodrigo, if this is you, I need to have a word with you. I am not looking for revenge; only questions are on my mind.”

             Rodrigo hopped down with a fierce slam. He notices the sadness and confusion in Rufus’s eyes, so he eases up not expecting a fight from this young dog. The willful Rodrigo nods, waiting for a question to be asked.

           “My father seemed to have a strong addiction to your bananas, so what exactly do they do Rodrigo?”

           “Yes, I would assume you would follow your father’s steps. These bananas will change your life. They will ease your pain, and fill the gaps in any holes you receive from any kind of broken heart.” Rodrigo replied.

            “Why has my father George become so addicted to this?”

            “I am not obligated to answer that. I’m a dealer, not a therapist. If you’re not interest and just want to talk, then let me be because I have many customers in the trees to attend to. I recommend banana blue for your first time” replied Rodrigo.

            “No, I am most definitely interested. I don’t have any money though.”

            “First batch is on the house. I will give you 15 bananas, and if you want to be as high as the sky and eager for dog food intensively, eat all of them. Forget your troubles; ease your pain” explained Rodrigo.

           Rufus took that bag quickly like he was eager to be released from reality. Rodrigo climbs off into the trees, and Rufus goes to find a spot where he won’t be tempted by mailmen or cats trailing by. He finds a nice place in the dog park that seems private. He peels all of the bananas, and eats twelve of them, saving three.

            Rufus felt happier than he has felt for the past months. He seems to have lost all his stress, and started walking down the streets. Although he felt free, he had love missing. He went out looking for it, and couldn’t control any of his actions completely due to the banana affect. A female dog trots by noticing Rufus immediately.

            “Hey, what’s up girl?” questioned Rufus.

            “If you’re talking to me, you obviously don’t know how to talk like a gentle dog” she
replied.

           “Have you been stressed lately miss?”

            “Actually I have because you started to try to talk to me.”

           “I’m sorry you feel that way. I guess I’ll eat these last three of these bananas alone.”

           She was quickly interested. She’s heard of these bananas before from all her friends, and she feels lower than them since she hasn’t had one yet. She looks at him contently, trying to make eye contact with him for slight intimacy.

            “Come to the park with me and I’ll share you my last three” explained Rufus.

            “That sounds great and my name is Denise by the way.”

            “Does it look like I care?” replied Rufus rudely.

            Denise did not seem to care about his remark. All she cared about was trying to fit in with her friends due to her feeling of being left out for not eating bananas. They reached to the park, sat down behind the tree, and she ate the bananas in less than a minute. She starts to feel higher than a kite, and begins to talk nonsense.

            “Your one of the greatest dogs I know. You’re so sweet and kind. I love you so much!” exclaimed Denise.

            “I honestly feel the same way about you. Do you want us to prove our love to each other?” questioned Rufus.

            “Why wouldn’t I want to?” questioned Denise in a loud humorous laugh.

             Rufus and Denise both know they were doing wrong, but did it anyway because the bananas were blocking their heads. The next morning Rufus knew what he did, and ran off to try to get away from his future; being a father. He swore to never eat bananas again because it caused him to make a puppy with a girl he barely knew. He lived as a bum, begging for money to get by. Many people tried to adopt him, but he couldn’t stand the feeling of family. He wanted to do what he wanted to do without any restrictions.

             Around nine months later, he continues as a bum on the street trying to live his life off fast food by the
money he is given, he sees Denise walking slowly with a little puppy similar looking to her walking beside her. Denise couldn’t forget Rufus’s scent, so she notices him and begins to bark. Instead of choosing to run, Rufus
noticed he needed to be a man in the situation because of the innocence he saw in the puppy’s eyes.

            “Look who decided to show up!” yelled Denise.

            “I know Denise, I know. You and I made a mistake and I’m sorry for it. As I have been living homeless, I have taken a deep look into myself. My father was killed because of his addiction to those god-forsaken bananas, and my mother being a very selfish individual. We did not make a mistake. Everything happens for a reason. Please, let me be the father of your child because I can’t go another day without seeing my daughter’s beautiful, pure eyes that I seem to always get lost in” explained Rufus.

            Denise could not comprehend how Rufus sounded. She wanted to tell him off, but she seemed to want to have him in his life again. She needs a father to support his child, and need the emotional report every step on the way. They both did a slight bark of happiness at each other. Rufus carried his daughter Stella by picking her up gently and putting her on his back for a joy ride. Rufus seemed to now be at peace.

            As the years went on, Rufus found a job as a maker of dog food and provided a great amount of income for his family. He doesn’t want his daughter to make the same mistakes he has. He raises her strict, but showing her love every step of the way because he knows the feeling of abandonment. Denis stays with him for the rest of their lives, not decreasing happiness each second. Changed can be made, it just depends what you do with it.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Free of the Social Order


                                                            
            Why is it that the oppressive order of the rulers of our society continues on despite the fact that our social order’s daily lives consist of savage like and conspicuous activities?  It has come to my mind that society’s so called “plan” for humanity is so animal like and concealed, we do not realize it due to the fact of being raised in such a manner. If somebody like me would go out to voice my opinion and tell all of humanity that the way we live is wrong, they would assume or automatically think I am on the edge of insanity.
            
             Our society runs on three basic activities that would be completely absurd if it was forced upon on the societies before us whom were highly more accepted towards free will granted to all of mankind: Sex, indulgence of soma, and the teachings of biased opinions. Sex will never escape the lust of men, but all I can speak out against is resisting the temptation no matter how much lust tries to force themselves upon you.
            
             I am a man, and I am not perfect towards the attacks of lust subsequently going after me each time I try to be the most respectful gentleman as I can. Love arrives at my door, and I open it welcoming it into my home after its countless knocks and rings. Lenina, the woman I seemed to care about more than anything in the world; the one person who made me feel as if nothing else in the world mattered as our eyes came in contact with each other with an everlasting glare. I felt as if our connection would last forever. I would be the warrior killing a mountain lion for its skin just to prove my unchangeable love towards you. You and I would be together forever because I thought our love was so strong and that we cared for each other greatly, willing to die for each other despite what other people think. I thought as if our love would be so unbreakable like when Romeo stared deeply into Juliet’s eyes after he indulged in poison to kill the strength of ten men without one ounce of love being nonexistent in their connection.
            
             My emotions don’t seem to matter in the least in your eyes. All you are looking for is sex, but what should I expect from a perfect example of society’s cruel ways of life. Just because I expressed my emotions that I thought would be everlasting at the time, it doesn’t mean I mainly want to perform sex with you. Our society is so corrupted; it can’t even distinguish the differences between love and sex. Although I may not be the most intelligent man out there, I know what love is. Love isn’t countless sexual acts performed with one another; it is a bond, a connection, and an eternal link between two people who would do anything in the world for each other. Love is pure. Love is soul. Love is courage.
           
             It is surprising to me how you enforce your “precious” soma among the people of the society to escape boredom, pain, grief, and depressiveness.
            
             Soma escapes people from reality.
            
             Soma escapes people from true happiness.
            
             Soma escapes people from the truth.
            
             You may sugar coat it any way you like, but although you admire the fact on people consistently swallowing pounds of soma every year, you seem to not realize that you are escaping them from how life should live its course. For life of societies before our time, they experienced head on what life was really like. For us to progress as a society, we need people to learn from their mistakes and pain so they can grow stronger. If we continue this single minded direction on somebody’s opinion on how life should be lived, we will never change or get more advanced within ourselves.
            
              It sickens me how society’s citizens run on soma like coffee to go through their day. Abusing a substance is bad enough as it is, but letting it run the way you live and overly taking excessive amounts of it without feeling any remorse is completely impractical. Besides the side effects, people in societies before us indulged in their own soma, which was known as drugs. These drugs varied among different ways you would like to feel. They used these drugs as people today use soma. The difference between now and the past, the past looked down on the pathetic people who resorted to using such substances to escape their daily lives for a short period of time. Although soma does not have side effects towards it, it should not be accepted due to the fact of mindless citizens not knowing any better. Slowly and gradually they became more addicted to these acts of society which turns them into what the social order wants them to be. People need to wake up and start living life the way it was supposed to be: natural.
            
               Hypnopaedic teachings has to be one of the most senseless and cold-hearted ideas that was ever brought in to civilization to further the progress of turning every person into a brainwashed citizen. I am sure that many before me may have become to question everything mistaken in this society, but have been changed in their thoughts due to the oppressive teachings hypnopaedic teaching has to offer. Not only does it slowly brainwash you from retaining a little information of the truth, but it corrupts the way every humans should establish when forming an opinion against something. Being taught in your sleep only provides information you probably wouldn’t believe when you’re awake and have the ability to come up with your own opinions. The teachings are extremely biased which makes people think whatever is being taught to them is correct completely. Over the top order doesn’t provide a healthy society; a society filled with different people with many diverse thoughts form the social order of life within the civilization do.
            
               What is the point of living on this earth if you cannot truly enjoy life for what it really is? Torture me all you want with your cruel words of hate towards my opinions; Laugh at me for the changes I wish would be granted among the society; Kick me while I’m down in the dirt while picking myself back up. I am the free one, so you will never hold me down in your forsaken chains and suffocate me with your teachings of nothingness.
            
            I declare myself free from these chains.
           
            I declare myself free of these guilty feelings of lust.
            
            I declare myself free of the frowned upon situations of reading literature.
           
            I declare myself free of this troubled and chaotic world.
            
            To live is to die. If death is the only way for me to fly free in my own opinions that define myself as an individual, then so be it.
            
             Goodbye.