Poetic-Verses - Looking Back

It was a time in my Life I recall I was about 16 or 17 years old and I realized my Life was a lie..
About filling in the gaps, half assed attempts, rationalizing my short comings, making excuses for
why my Life was the way it was..Here I am now in my 40's and now I can put pen to paper and spell
it all out for you, my gentle reader..William Blake once wrote,"..that some are born to sweet delite
..some are born to endless night..and some to misery are born.." I have pondered thoughts on the
subject of predestiny..genetic precoding..what holds us back..I'm afraid it's our one and only selves..
"To know thy enemy..is to know thy self.." Rick Weber..I've wrestled with this idea, what seems to me
like my whole Life..Why some people walk thru life, successful and why others seem to be plagued with
disasterous misfortune..Is it possible that the core center of our being..our soul..is what determines
our outcome in Life..if this is true, how do you overcome your own self?..If your own soul is considered
an obstacle..Personality, human emotions, your ego..your will to survive..surely all play a part in what
makes us who we are..And what determines our outcome in Life..Talking now about karma and it's relation
to the whole scheme of things..the energy we put out..and receive from others..our own interaction of
society in general..How we fit in in the psychosocial world that surrounds us on a constant basis..
With instant media gratification and a constant barage of titilating sensations that dazzle the minds
eye..All this leads me to a final question..For whose benefit does all this serve? The master or the
servant?..

By Rick Weber
August 31, 2011
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