March 9, 2012
My name is Wendell Charles NeSmith, which means strange wandering free man. I guess it's my nature. I am homeless and jump from population to population, culture to culture, sea to sea, land to land, country to country, city to city, town to town, village to village, but ultimately, wilderness to wilderness. Each step of the way is in search for the right people that will help me develop into the best person that I can be while I also return the favour. I live in a state of constant persecution and rejection, all the while holding a plate of full-time study, financial hardships, and lack of basic necessities.
Every distance travelled brings new people into my life who will most likely eventually reject me due to their inability to step back and consider what I am truly saying. The struggle to form close relationships because of my search for the Divine, leaves me feeling the cold current beneath my toes. Not a journey has passed that I have not seriously considered, ending my own life. But as time goes by, the friends and family that have been left behind due to their untreatable solid stance in ignorance, results me in the ever sharpening blade of perfection. The rejection passes and the friends that stay around become the ones that are the best ones possible for the development of my body, my mind, and my spirit.
The search from the self to the Divine slowly manifests itself in my life over time as a result of the strife towards its divinity. I study the world and how I am best to interact with it, not excluding social relationships. I see the hardships and the cruelty in the world and pick up on patterns and analyse those patterns in attempts to understand why these negative characteristics manifests themselves in people. I then analyse my own psychology and create personal methodologies to breed these unhealthy traits out of myself. I then create forms of media distribution to relate to my fellow human how they too can escape their sins. I then sit back and watch as the results of my fruits help me find the roots within the individuals that should accompany me in this life.
The ones that stay around are the ones that have come to the realisation that every second of my existence is given to the betterment of this glorious species. Ultimately, those who refuse to see me as "Wendell the philosopher" and instead paint their representation as "Wendell the crazy" are the ones who leave my life. And despite its painful rejection, compassion for their insanity burdens my heart and I am given even more reason to dedicate my life to them.
This is my life. This is my philosophy. This is the highest that I could reach at this particular moment. But forever will I try and reach higher, for the limits of my experience are continually developing. All this, my fellow human sufferer, is my love, to share with you. If you feel the same, then let us come together and walk the path of life towards controlling and directing the manifestations of our conditions. For in every receiving is a giving. Thus our obligation to make our kind grow, and in turn, sustain life.
Let us throw down our weapons and unite so that we may fully actualise the potential of our grand species. If we only learn to leave our prejudices behind, then we may come to know how truly blessed creatures we are. When ones with like minds come together with an ideal, that ideal manifests itself in the world. It is about time that a new ideal arose to dominate all the sickness of our past mistakes. What we make this ideal to be will set the course in the present and ultimately the future of human existence. Let us unite our spirits so that everything else will automatically align itself.
Living the good life is contrary to merely living a life. Will you take my hand? Shall we wait for the sun to come back out together?
The End.
Or is it?