I love genuinely good people. It’s sad to say but there are very few genuinely good people anymore. In this day and age, good seems to have no identity. People look down on good. People envy evil or certainly very flawed things. Even many of those who don’t envy evil basically claim that there is no evil. Just “misunderstood”. People nowadays like to make this great gray area so that way they feel smarter than they really are. People are so egotistical anymore. They don’t want to accept things as black and white. They can’t feel smart doing that. They’d feel simple and like the rest of society. They can’t have that so they not only question everything, but disagree with everything. If Hitler was around nowadays, people wouldn’t be calling him evil either. “There must be reasons why he’s doing what he’s doing” they would say. Not to brag, but I have a 178 IQ according to the Stanford-Binam test. It’s not even good for much. Only real good thing about it is when I hear people call others who believe the same things I do, or agree with the same points as I do “stupid”, then knowing this person who’s calling us “stupid” doesn’t have nearly as high of an IQ as I do. I’m much more proud of my grasp of common sense. My sense of right and wrong. To be able to admit that I just might be wrong. To know that I cannot outthink God. To understand that just because I have the ability to think of something it doesn’t equate it with a fact. The reason I mention my IQ is because from experience I can say that these personal debates on what causes people to do certain things gets you nowhere. It’s all an elaborate display of the mind to raise the ego. It’s all futile though when you cut down to the chase. Everything you can come up with still takes you to the same destination. It’s either right or wrong. Things ARE black and white. There IS right and wrong. There IS good and evil. Yes, it’s that simple. I guess luckily for me, I realized I can’t outthink what my conscience tells me so there’s no reason for me to try. I don’t care how smart or dumb I am. I know what is right and what is wrong. Everyone has the ability to do that. It’s only those who want to hold the complete opposite opinions as conventional thinking that distort that ability. People who want to feel smart want to complicate things because that way it’s no longer simple. Their questions are not what they think most people can think of. I think most can, given time. Anyone can twist things with their mind until they arrive to the conclusion they want to reach. Anyone can. That’s not being honest with oneself though.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve grown wiser. I’m more mature and appreciate things that are good more than I used to. I never really took good things or people for granted, but there’s always room to appreciate good times with good people more. Last year I lost a friend due to an accident. It had been a while since I saw him, but for years there I saw him nearly everyday. He was very good. Not only was I friends with him, but friends with his whole family. His dad is one hell of a character. I spent more time with his dad than I did with anyone in the family. We were close. He’s a very good man as well. His more than beautiful sister is a treasure in the highest sense. Her strength during the funeral was unbelievable and admirable. She didn’t only deal with her own pain of loss and shock of the whole situation, but she took on her mother’s overwhelming grief as well. I knew she was the strongest person I had ever met. What I saw only confirmed that. The mother is such a sweet, wonderful woman. She has such a great motherly instinct. Everything that she did was for her family first. She did it all out of pleasure, not just out of duty. Her children mean everything to her. Even though she was an older woman, she possessed a great innocence. Now that innocence has been taken away. They will never be the same. All because of a moment. A blink of the eye. Life goes on for them and their strength will carry them through. The whole family is a remarkable one. If I had a family of my own, I’d want an exact replica of theirs. God bless them.
I guess my whole point in this blog is that we should all get a strong grasp of good and hold it in our clutches. Whether the good be just a time or a person, we should hold onto it. First of all, we need to learn to find good. What is good? That’s something for you to figure out. Your conscience will tell you. How good in touch are you with your conscience? How many times have you compromised with that trusty voice in your head telling you not to do the wrong thing? The more you do that, the more quiet your conscience becomes. Then you will not know what good and evil is. You’ll inflate that gray line and you’ll understand why people do the wrong things because you do it too. You’ll be a kindred spirit with them. Confused and torn. People don’t want to be told what they are doing is wrong by anyone, including themselves. Hopefully before you get to that point, you’ll keep a firm grasp on what good is and what your conscience tells you to do. It’s there for a reason. I know what good is. I also know what evil is. If you know truly good people, then appreciate them as much as you can. Anytime a bad thing can happen to a good person. A good person can be taken away in the blink of an eye. In a world that embraces bad things or certainly very flawed things, it can’t afford to lose good people, but it happens all of the time.
I don’t know how much time I have. My illnesses are deadly. Hopefully I can live out my life in a decent fashion. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a good person. Before I go, whenever that is, I intend to let those good people know that I know they are good. I intend to let them know that the way they lived their life has won my respect and admiration. I intend to thank them for being the light in this dark world we live in. It’s time you do the same.
