Les gens que regarder, mais non voire pas

Basically in broken french, it means the man who looks but does not see.
Man is blind. Blind that he fails to see the real world that lays before him.
The pain, the suffering, the joy, the wonders... all overlooked.
We fail to see the beginning of the end ... the start of all that is going to end. We fail to see the suffering of the millions, and with suffering we also fail to withness the compassion that follows.
We fail to see the miracles of life, the miracles of birth and the miracles of friendship.
Instead we are blinded.... blinded by the illuminating glaze of all things wrong and unimportant in life. Things that have such temtping shine, but yet presents nothing useful in its interior.
Perhaps one day, when man retrieves his glasses to cure his shortsightedness... he will see his own undoing...
so everyone, cast on your glasses! andbehold the world that spreads from the horizons.... and see that life is what it is...and nothing more

Labels: Philosophical Rantings

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Exclamation_popcorn reflected on life at 1:28 PM