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09-23-2011, 11:29 AM
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The Good Things We do
So, I've been thinking: When we do something "good" something genuinely "good" that one can't really argue is bad, like sharing your lunch with someone who doesn't have one, offering someone a ride home who needs one but is too shy to ask, talking to a kid who is being left out, picking up litter. Whatever, it is, big or small, it could be joining the peace corps to help people in less fortunate countries, or it could be donating your 40 cents for lunch-milk to charity.
When we do these things, ultimately, donating that 40 cents ends up making one feel better than if they drank that milk. When we include the kid who was left out, it ultimately makes us feel better because we don't feel bad for the kid, and we feel good that we included him. Well then, when we do these things, how can one be sure he isn't simply doing them for personal pleasure, instead out of genuine love and care for the people the good deed is helping? I'm not sure, sometimes I know I genuinely care for the person, I can tell because those are my only thoughts in doing what I do, but sometimes I'm not so sure. Thoughts?
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"Pardon me, I wanna live in a fantasy" "I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on" It seems like everybody is moving forward. As if there is some final goal they can achieve and get to. I don't get it though. When I look around, it seems like I'm already there, and there is nothing left to do. "You think you're so clever and classless and free, but you're still ****ing peasants as far as I can see." I wish I could take just one hour of what I experience out in nature, wrap it in a box, put a bow on it, and start handing out to people Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land I know I was born and I know that I'll die; The in between is mine." 
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