All alone, all alone, how does one sleep?
When dethroned from your home, now facing defeat.
A world of skid rows is in scope, there’s no one to lead,
When heroes and hopes decide not to be.
This land that guides us to a selfish abyss,
Toward immoral lies for money we miss.
Piles of people that heed the almighty dollars’
Deplorable murmurs of whispering sorrow,
All hail the inaudible killer that murders tomorrow.
This needing to want burns holes in our souls,
Pulls heart strings too taunt, and devours us whole.
It orchestrates the desires that haunt and entomb,
Conflagrates the fires procuring our doom.
Is it much too soon? Should we live in awry?
Breath in a plume of harmonious cries?
We laugh for a second, but weep for an hour,
Blame God for the wreckage then pray for more power.
We look out our windows never quite feeling at home,
Touch the glass and remember…it’s colder inside when alone.
-C.K. Robles
Ecclesiastes 4:4
Despite my agnosticism, this biblical passage is one I definitely love and find great meaning in…
I firmly believe that jealousy and selfishness are the roots of our turmoil.
Life’s biggest challenge is yourself.
You shouldn’t feel bad if someone calls you out on a spelling mistake, be it sincere or just to make you look stupid. In fact, you should feel bad for the other person—they now have the burden of spell checking everything they write.