The Root of All Evil . . . And Good

Lately it has occurred to me that perhaps we ALL – and by “ALL” I mean the most of humankind – has incorrectly been assigning events to either “Heaven” or “Hell”, meaning that we all think Satan (or some diabolical being like him, her, or It) and/or GOD (or a being or beings like him, her, or it) controls the weather; makes earthquakes happen – sends a solar flare our own way . . . or any other of a host of things, ranging from falling in love and/or getting married to one’s own son (or self) dying of cancer . . . falls from great heights . . . or a sickness or disease . . .

But lately now I’ve begun to change my mind a bit.  This is not to say I don’t believe things happen – but the “good” and “bad” is determined by us, the human beings.  WE all make decisions whether something is “all good” or “all in the bad” (which is usually an erroneous assumption, by the way, since it seems every curse comes with its own blessing – and blessings oft times are filled with curses) – depending on the way you want to look at things.  Nothing I’ve found is completely black or white, and there’s some comfort in discerning shades of gray.

It’s all about lessons (I think) in my own mind.  It’s about lessons for you, too.  Life isn’t about things “good” or “bad” – it’s about how you think about them; how you are FEELING inside . . . whether you are feeling gloomy and gray; or whether it’s all light outside – and in!  It’s all a matter of how you look at things.

Lessons.  Lessons are given to be learned.  Somehow we’ve all got to go about learning them – at one time or another.  Whether that lesson be the life of a friend (lost, meaningless, death, or otherwise) – or your own self – lessons are to be learned.  And we’re all learning them – every day.  Sometimes lessons take years.  Some of them take lifetimes.  I’m sure we’ll all learn some lessons in death – if only the lessons of what comes ‘beyond’.

But take death.  It’s where we’re all headed for (the final destination – so you’d better learn to enjoy this journey in a hurry, boys and girls!).  But in the end . . . what does it matter if you do “believe” in something after?  It’s all about the journey, my friends – don’t be in such a rush to get to the end.  (I see ya’ll – working away high in your skycrapers; slaving away in some office – dealing with endless employees or some customers – the sun a distant memory; your yard something that is only to be taken care of . . . and never enjoyed.  Shuffling between work and ‘home’, heads down … no one looking at the sky; grimacing faces on the streets; behind parked cars, behind steering wheels.  Oh well . . . (sighing).  It’s ya’ll’s lessons to learn; not mine.  I’ve already learned them – or this one, anyway: enjoy the world around you.  It’s only going to be a short time before you and it are going to be parting ways . . .  for a little while, at least, depending upon the religion you believe in.)  And face it: in a lifetime of eternity, what does this lifetime mean?  A blink of an eye?  A blink of nothing?  Consider the time in eternity.  Now consider your time here ….

Anyway – I think the devil rejoices when we all feel bad . . . whether that be through the death of a friend, or simply the ceiling caving in.  Never realizing the lesson in the matter – and always wanting to blame it on somebody else.  We dwell and we research on it; we find out “what’s the matter?” (thinking therapists and all) – we go from highs of depression to rapid mood swings . . . I see people getting angry all the time.

And the Fear!  The fear is so much . . . don’t you think that’s what the devil must do?  Put some kind of fear in us?  For instance, the wife and I were cruising the other day – far out in the country, away from everything – and I see this girl there.  She’s sitting by the road on what appears to be some luggage – late teens or early twenties, not a beautiful face, but an attractive one – sitting there on the edge of the pine woods, a beautiful blue dress on (I swear it looked like an evening gown) – and as we go by she gives us this wry look.  I’m all for stopping immediately and giving her a hand – or at least finding out what her story is (after all, there’s nothing out there but sticks and twigs) – and I turn to my wife and ask her.  The girl is rapidly diminishing in my rear view mirror.

“No!” she says.  “She might be an underage minor!  She might want a ride!  Who knows what she’s doing out here!”

And I argue with her, saying that I’m not stupid – and who knows?  At the very least I’m interested in hearing what her story is – and who knows?  It might lead to some kind of adventure.  It certainly would be . . .

And my wife cuts me off.  She is insistent.  I should have been insistent, too.  But for every argument I gave, she cut me off with one of fear.  Everything she said was quite ‘normal’ and ‘proper’ – ignore the girl, continue on; she might lead  you into some kind of trouble; she might be in some kind of trouble; there’s no telling what’s going on, so best not stop; best to move on.

And I turned to her and told her:  “Everything you’ve said is based on FEAR.  FEAR of the unknown.  You don’t know a THING about her.  WE don’t know what’s going on.  It might be nothing!  She might just be waiting on a ride.  She might even BE in trouble.  But . . . just like everyone in this goddamn society, you let fear RULE you.  It shouldn’t be that way.”

But it was.  And when we got back (for I eventually turned the car around) – the girl was gone.

Who knows.

But don’t you think the devil was laughing when we just drove on by . . . my wife ‘afraid’ and stubbornly refusing to help someone . . . and me going along with her . . . while God slowly and sadly shook his head.

Looks like we’re gonna need some more lessons.

Anyway – what I’ve been trying to say in this rambling discussion is that “satan” (or whatever you want to call him) doesn’t get off by making bad things happen.  And God perhaps does some ‘bad’ things Himself – all to teach you a lesson about “moving on” and getting along . . . how to face a death knowing the person or persons you once knew are ‘moving on’ and getting on with their ‘past life’ (that meaning their life past our lives HERE on THIS world) – and that nobody is really getting left behind . . . that sickness and death (and hurricanes and earthquakes and tusamis and floods and that little kid pestering you behind the back seat) – are all things you are supposed to find some measure of JOY in – some recognition of something BIG happening . . . whether it be the rebuilding of a small town into something better . . . the knowledge that at least SOMEONE doesn’t have to put up with this “stuff” everyday . . . learning the lessons of “look on the bright side” and “find the silver lining” coming at you every day . . . learning how to grieve and then move on; how wallowing in one’s grief is just the devil moving in . . . how embracing the bright sunshine (or the rain clouds which are nurturing the landside) helps you become a happier man or girl or child inside . . .

Anyway, nuff said.  Confusing entry, I know . . . but perhaps you’ll find something there ….


About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle ( ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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5 Responses to The Root of All Evil . . . And Good

  1. Michael says:

    Tell your wife “Good Job” for me.
    You did well to listen to her. The blaming here afterwards not so much. Own that you made a decision also. You made it together.

    Good news is there will be many many other opportunities to help someone.


  2. Noel says:

    I ask myself the same question whenever I see a homeless person asking for money or food on the side of the road. Should I stop and give this person money or food? I think of what Jesus taught us about giving to the poor. So I question, and sometimes feel guilty for questioning.


  3. jeffssong says:

    I’ll tell her you agreed with her decision, though I still don’t like it – and yes, you are correct: I was the one driving the car. I could have refused; turned around. But it was a test for her – I gave her the choice of helping a stranger or not. She chose the latter. Her choice seemed rooted in fear despite the fact she knows I am very capable of protecting her and myself. Hell, I was even packing a gun.
    I would have asked the girl for her story, then sought verification prior to lending assistance, since she did not seem to be in immediate danger. At the least I would have heard an interesting story, and perhaps I may have helped someone. But we see it all the time – people driving past someone obviously needing a hand or a little help – because they are scared. Fact is, most people are NOT bad and are not ‘out to get you’. Most folks are like you and I. (Well, maybe not *quite* like you and I, but you know what I mean. Good in nature, though everyone has problems and issues. Nobody gets through life unscathed, I’m thinking.)
    I am by nature very cautious; however, I am also very prepared. LOL, Boy Scout all the way; been there, done that thing. And I’ve been that way for a long long time. When I look at the amount of time and effort that went into “preparing” us . . . I almost feel nauseous and shudder. Everything from NBC warfare to … well, we won’t go there. Things you don’t wanna know, and we don’t want to talk about. But as a result this girl represented little to zero threat. Statistically the chance of there being a threat was virtually nil. And we missed it. The adventure of learning and knowing; perhaps lending someone a helping hand. Instead we got nothing . . .because our wife was scared. But that’s okay. And no – I wasn’t harsh with her! LOL, I made it sort of a joke – but pointed out to her the truth: this was something everyone tends to do – assume danger (of the unknown element – a caveman sort of fear, don’t you think?) – and drive on past due to fear. And it’s not helping anyone.

    But we can understand – and forgive. After all – it’s ya’lls fear – and not mine.

    ’nuff said.


  4. jeffssong says:

    Hi Noel . . .
    Ah, the questioning . . . don’t you wish we didn’t have to know, wouldn’t have to ask?? But in today’s world of hustlers and thieves . . . well, you never know. That dollar you give that man might just go towards fueling his next fix . . . or he might really be hungry. BUT hear this: it isn’t the fault of the one who GAVE whether the money was used for good or evil – it is the fault of the one who uses it. In YOUR heart you’ve done good things, and that’s what counts. And trust me: having been a druggie? I know sometimes you get desperate for that next ‘fix’; that next ‘boot’ and the next high – and sometimes that kick (of an extra dollar or two) is enough to keep some poor drug addict from doing something else . . . prostituting themselves, or committing a violent crime.
    But you DO have to look out for yourself Number ONE! (Meaning looking out for yourself should be your highest priority, NOT that you are #1 or the best) – since the rescuer can’t rescue anyone once they are dead . . . broke . . . or taken advantage of one too many times (something I’ve seen ruin many a good rescuer in my past.) And Remember!
    The acid test of whether you did the “right thing” or not IS that sense of shame, guilt, and/or embarrassment. We often use this for drawing boundaries. If it is something you will feel ashamed or bad about doing (or NOT doing in this case!) – then you are breaking some moral boundary within yourself . . . so pay attention to those feelings of yours . . .
    and (as I know you always do)
    Try to be a good and HAPPY man. 🙂 God knows . . . and forgives . . . from the instant you were born . . .


    • Noel says:

      Thanks for the feedback. Making that decision would have to be done individually. If I have something to contribute and I feel safe doing it, I would give. I have done it several times in the past. It is truly rewarding. It is a matter of doing it to glorify God, not myself.


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