Given

"To whom much is given much is required" Luke 12:48

It's known from history, that the greatest of families have passed down from generation to generation, public responsibility. In scripture from the bible, all the way to comic books like Batman this is referred.
What makes us great? Is it what we carry physically with the posessions we own? The choices we make, things we say, actions throughout our daily lives. Or is it our reaction when life happens...

What about those whom nothing is given.
The ones who have no parents, no friends, no siblings.
When we have nothing to start with but ourselves, there is no example.
How do we take that and move forward with it?

The last time I wrote, it was time for me to start therapy, and so I had.
Within the last two weeks, I've been able to keep a positive attitude, still holding my idea that things are possible. I am getting through this.

On my 18th birthday I moved out of my home where I grew up. Of course, in my mind the whole thing was as dramatic as an Oliver Stone movie. As I sat in the passenger seat I looked in the rearview mirror and it was sunny, warm, crisp outside. Leaves were fluttering about in the road.
The country.
I knew then it was the beginning for me.
Knowing what I wanted was one thing but I recognized what I had to do.
First things first, get a job.
I got three.

I moved out, and for five years it was hell. Stuck in a town with one mode of public transportation, no car, no colleges.
I came up with a plan, thought about the endless possibilities of all that I knew, what I could do to prove that I knew it, the things I could do to help.

Looking around....wondering why no one else considered these things....Why didn't anyone else WANT to make something better?

Amy sat down with me last week for the first time.
Going over the things had been said to me, the things seen, had done, events gone through, what has been brought on myself and others.

The one question she had to ask at the end of it was

Who is there for you.

What has been given...

Which in turn....I wonder where it started.

Knowing that I'm not the only one in the world, nor do I have it the worst out of anyone.
Visiting with some friends of mine, a few weeks ago, we were discussing my generations lack of appreciation for life. As well as those before us, and humanity as a whole.

I asked them, considering their age, politely stating that they were in fact old enough to have seen the difference, growing up in the depression.

"When did it start?"

"The baby boomers!"
She gasped loudly in response.

Why am I hanging out with 70 year old women? Because they rock.
Evelyn had the grace of calling me to inform me that we were related and she had been looking for me for years. Lucky enough for me I had been trouting around in the historical society,...where she volunteers.

And so, we spent time getting to know one another finding out of course, that blood does run thick and the many qualities we share not only as women, but as people with our want to live.

"The baby boomers!"...."They had everything given to them because their parent's had nothing...."
It occurs to me every day, knowing, but it's not something I dwell on.

Within that a thought that does frequent my brain activity is "who, when, how, can we change it"

Balance has always been a key, from studies in Bhuddism, Zen, Christianity, Greek Mythology,...

But why does it only have to be considered in religion?
Wouldn't it make more sense to understand that wether or not you believe in god or a higher being...it's not about that?

It's only about balance.

Not evening things out.

Just Balance.

Everyone wants to stand strong with feet on the ground. Knowing that we can get through life.

What happens when there is no support? When you have nothing?
When you don't have someone to teach you how to stand?

Wouldn't you want someone to 'consider' the difference between you and them if you were different?