Thoughts…

Thoughts…

Some things I’m thinking

The Problem:

My speech is messed up, due to dental work. Listen to this story. Unless you can read and comprehend it.

What do they want?

Seems they want religious people. Do they want robots? A well ordered society works best when people are all functioning together. But why program people’s minds to do what they want? Is there really any freewill in programming peoples minds to be a certain way? They talk like they want them to talk, and they do what they are told, regardless if it is right or not.

Maybe, those ways are good, right and true? Still it matters to have freedom, and freewill. Thus religion is useful to make people obey. Do they still have freedom? Maybe so.

I don’t like feeling like this. I feel, they don’t want me to talk, or say anything, and they don’t want me to be happy.

When I was very young, I had a dream that the father asked me to do his will. He asked me what I wanted to do, and I said, I wanted to work. He told me, my way would never be successful. Am I doomed? I have not worked in twenty years. It seems, my way has failed. No one cared, and they have kept me from doing what I thought mattered. I’ve done what I can, but it seems this path is not looking good.

I’m in deep trouble it seems. There are things I should have done, and didn’t. My question is do I have free will to do better? I have to wonder if i’m programmed. I’m not able to break my conditioning. The conditioning that is upon me, is in place that prevents me from doing what should have been done.

I want good results. I’ve been thinking, that I want a world that is right and true. I want a better world than this one. This world, I don’t care for much. There are some good things about this earth. There is some beauty here. However, I want a world that can be a true home. There are parts of this world, that I don’t like much. Don’t get me wrong, much is done well. I want a home. This world doesn’t feel like a home. I’m not sure why, or what is wrong with it, but something isn’t right. There are things that don’t add up for me.

The earth matters. It may be a good planet. But something here, doesn’t feel right about it to me. Maybe, it is this system of things, maybe, it’s the way people treat me. Something about it, doesn’t make good sense to me.

I’m not able to make good use of much of what is here. And I suffer because of that. I’m tired of feeling like, I’m not able to go places, or do things. In some ways, I want to get myself in a better place emotionally. The isolation is really difficult to deal with. I am struggling with being alone, because it makes me feel trapped. I don’t want to feel trapped. Maybe, this is what I don’t like about the feel of this world. Freedom matters. We want our freedom.

Some people, never think about it, and live like they are told. They never question how they are living, or why they are living like they do. Seems most people are content with zombie like lifestyles. Are they even home?

I want someone to talk with. Seems, people don’t listen to me. Did you listen to this story or did you read it? What are your thoughts about this article?