There’s a line between thoughts. Unfortunately, I tend to entertain both sides of that line. Some people… you could say GOD’S apostles gravitated increasingly to one side, while Judas gravitated to the other increasingly. Understand? Martial artists in the true spin the true spirit seek to gravitate gravitate to one side of that line increasingly. Understand?
I notice if you treat people differently they treat you differently. Normal people that is. And they seem to do it unconsciously. If they did it consciously there would be a lot of other things different in the world as well -but they’re not because people are largely reactionary as opposed to proactive!
If you just fumble about in life as I did as a youth due to poor preparation, poor development, the world has got plenty of places for you to end up, most not good.
If you’re a parent who’s not helping your child any, and does not being a good example, you might want to consider just staying the h*** away.
Most people who can’t help themselves, at least in my case are going to be highly limited in helping you. Some people like this managed to stick together for whatever reason. For whatever reason I managed to sidestep this type of bonding that takes place among the disadvantaged, the different. Nothing seemed to work. And no one seemed to care. How I ended up going from the paradise that was Southern California with all its issues, family and otherwise, to the land of my father which turned out to be a h*** hole in and of itself – A place largely marred by mental and health issues. A place with little opportunity. You know typical small town with nothing but time to get into trouble. JESUS -IT’S LIKE A NIGHTMARE WAKING UP TO AFTER 40 YEARS. I’ve been living here for 37 years, where are all the people I knew when I was younger?? Did they all move away, move away to California like their parents to make money, by a house, gain interest in that house, and come back set for life? Why did I miss that train? And I’m a native California? I am so angry at the lack of proper guidance and development AND PROTECTION which has continued to haunt me to this day. Why did those people at my high school send me off to some “HEADS-HIGH” CAMP IN SOME LITTLE CORNER INSTEAD OF OFFERING ME COUNSELING? GOD KNOWS I HAD PLENTY TO SHARE. Somebody to cokes me out of myself and get me to start talking about the things that I had been subject to for the last 10 or 15 years. No sir, this white middle class school was only interested in getting rid of people like me. I don’t remember talking to a counselor. How can a child talk about the problems they are going through when they’re ill-prepare to even recognize what those problems are? I didn’t know what was going on. I would imagine this is the case with a lot of young people whose world has been rocked over and over.