No no Drama

Within every domain there is a hierarchy; a pecking order, an alpha dog of the dog-eat-dog world that we live in. Lacking vision, trust, and faith, this world thrives off of the garbage we call hearsay and the drama of other people's life issues. It is as if you can find a soap opera every single day out of someone's true problems in life; whether it be their adventures of insecurity or their relationship quarrels/ventures. And it is not always that everyone is subjected to this torture of imminent domain, where a bull dozer comes in and trashes your life for the better of the rest of the world and their opinions of what spot you have on the map. It is simply those who allow it. It is an abusive complex that most never get over, that stems from our upbringing and our inability to face the issue to overcome it once and for all.

This girl at work, who happens to be at the top of the food chain (the source of all that is gossip), got a taste of her own medicine this week. Regardless of her lifestyle choices of heavy partying, drug usage, and constant foolery, the girl lived in an ideal life by most standards (it seems). Married to an amazing man who took care of her always and dealt with her situations, she chose to defile that relationship with a sin of the flesh. Her body reached out (whether covered by the mask of drunken debauchery or not) and yearned for a taste of a sinful life. She got it, and for that small period of lust (relative to the rest of her life spent with purpose and a man's man that would never leave her side), she now has to face it.

Ironic how one girl who continually thrived off of the happenings of other people's live now becomes the topic of conversation on the drama-filled vessel setting sail towards nowhere (we call it Fultons Crab House). No longer is the expression "the love boat", but rather it is "the lust boat". There are only few that find love amongst a bunch of heathens, and those people eventually detach themselves before its too late. A relationship fluorishing on a common foundation of morals and standards, they strengthen that foundation until they can migrate from whence the spot they came; and there they found each other to build another (and more pure) domain/life outside of it. It is knowing that the power of association will eat them alive if they do not go out and pursue their real purpose with true love that they have so unexpectedly discovered.

So I wonder, and ponder heavily on this issue. Seeing that this spot is impregnated with drama, it is only expected that the birth of a new Queen Bee will emerge with the death/retiring of the once former. May she rest in peace when she leaves and find herself somewhere out there in the new world. There is hope out there, and I can only pray that this girl finds some; that she discovers the short-lived nature of love without true commitment and the weakness of substance-dependency. Otherwise, what chance does love have living in a haze that most can never make out with clear vision and describe with audible speech? Sure, it is fun, but so is jumping out of a plane: its fun for the first 50 seconds until you realize that you just jumped off the deep end and you forgot your parachute because you didn't think it through first. And now you are about to hit the floor, never to return except for by the grace of God (if he allows it).

I wish people would think things through with their heart and not their mind (which is subject to confusion).