Snack Time!!!!
ithout doubt what the kids think they want most is candy and kool-aid. But their faces yesterday during snack time were filled with worry, fear, tears and anxiety. What they desired most ended up being the least fun part of their afternoon. Instead of fun, there was greed, screaming, failed expectations, crushed hopes and raw animal passion. It was as if there was one bloody steak and 15 hungry dogs on chains about to be released. The strong waited in anticipation, knowing its survival of the fittest, that only the fastest, strongest and heartless will get the steak, while the weak whimpered in their dread, hunger and fear.
All this is quite a contrast to the smiles and joy exhibited during their play with the youth. Its obvious that this human interaction is when the children are happiest. Yet without a second thought they'll forsake this for junk food. Leaving behind them joy, in order to join the heartless rat race, dog eat dog world. Even when there is plenty of food, they fear there won't be enough. They grow angry since they can't get it fast enough. After they bite the hand that feeds, they often throw it on the ground; unsatisfied with what was given them. Disappointed, they grunt and then demand something else. They become extremely difficult and picky.
So yeah, could it be that we adults ain't any different? Could it be that what brings us the most joy are the very things rarely desired and pursued? Could it be that we easily take interaction with family and friends for granted and throw it away in pursuit of trifles. We trade our souls for a bowl of pottage, only to gripe about how it did not even taste that good. People forsake what has true value, to enter into the cruel world of stepping on others in order to get ahead. Diving headlong into a miserable existences of fulfilling vain desire that will never satisfy.
"It is a monstrous thing to see in the same heart and at the same time this sensibility to trifles and this strange insensibility to the great objects. It is an incomprehensible enchantment, and a supernatural slumber, which indicates as its cause an all-powerful force." -Blaise Pascel
Alexious came and hungout with me. She is 7 years old. She shared with me about her wonderful friends and family and was as sweet as can be. I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she said "A director" and I said "Of movies?" And she said "Yeah, of horror movies" and then she started talking about all her favorite scary movies, none of which i've ever watched.
