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By Robert A. Vella

It’s tough being human… seriously.  We have intelligence, some would say.  We can ponder things other earthly creatures cannot or will not.  Our perceptions are strong.  Our vision is acute.  Our hearts are filled.  We are the embodiment of sentience.  Still, we get distracted.  Our focus becomes diffuse.  Our will erodes.  Our commitment wavers… so much so that what we think we see is often illusions of our own creation.

Well I woke up this morning
You were on my mind
I said you were on my mind

Oh, I got troubles, oh, oh
I got worries, oh, oh
I got wounds to bind

We hurt.  We seek relief.  We probe the corners of our mind for avenues of escape.  That which we feel, we assume for everyone.  It is an infinitely reflecting image between two opposing mirrors portraying only ourselves.

So I went to the corner
Just to ease my pain
I said just to ease my pain

Oh, I got troubles, oh, oh
I got worries, oh, oh
I came home again

We are both enthralled and bewildered by so many things… love, hope, hate, and fate.  We are obsessed with these things, yet so little do we understand them.  It’s like grasping for specks of dust drifting in a dimly lit room.

But I woke up this morning
You were on my mind
You were on my mind

Oh, I got troubles, oh, oh
I got worries, oh, oh
I got wounds to bind

So, we speculate, contemplate, and rehash our experiences over and over and over.  We meander aimlessly, desperately looking for something that isn’t there and never will be.  We are lost, even when we are found.

But I’ve got a feeling
Yeah, down in my shoes
I said way down in my shoes

Well, I gotta ramble, oh, oh
I gotta move on, oh, oh
I gotta walk away my blues

Our desolation hungers for someone or something greater than ourselves… a leader or idea not so burdened which we can cling to.  And, when we find one… we are shocked to learn it is as flawed as ourselves.

When I woke up this morning
You were on my mind
I said you were on my mind

Well, I got troubles, oh, oh
I got worries, oh, oh
I got wounds to bind, yeah

Songwriter:  Sylvia Fricker (We Five)

Yes, it sure is tough being human.

6 thoughts on “Mine eyes have light, yet still cannot see”

  1. Heartfelt post, Robert. I agree: It sure is tough being human. We hold onto others because we were not created to live solitary lives, though some chose it as a means of attaining union with the Divine (whatever we conceive that divinity to be).

    Yes, we are all flawed individuals. Oftentimes, we expect too much of ourselves as well as those we love or hold dear. The same goes for our leaders. For them to succeed, our leaders need strong support from those around them – family, friends, followers, staff.

    I believe that life is a journey towards self-knowledge. With each wrong decision and struggle to overcome adversity, we grow to become better individuals.

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    • I greatly appreciate your perspective, Ros. Life is indeed a journey, and some are better at attaining self-knowledge than others. With this post, I wish for readers to consider that life may not be what it might seem, and that a little doubt or introspection now and then can be a good thing. 🙂

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