Post by .PAAK on May 18, 2016 16:20:56 GMT -6
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Is it so wrong to be enticed and attracted to beautiful things?
I feel like most people’s answer would be “no.” However, they’d then try to attach some sort of contrived qualification to said no. They might say something such as, “beautiful things are wonderful, but the lust for the them is not.”
What an asinine response.
Let me ask you this, why would the good Lord fill this place with beauty, if we weren’t meant to adore it? Why would he painstaking craft these beautiful creatures if weren’t supposed to chase after them, if we weren't supposed to obtain them?
Historically, our society has viewed lust as this unholy sin. I see things in a different light. Lust is nothing more than heightened ambition―a wild, unleashed desire that’s not easily quenched.
We all should pray for that type of ambition…
Ironically, I prayed that same prayer when I was a youngster. You see, I wasn’t born into wealth and riches, unlike most of the people I work with and for. No―I grew up as humble farmer. A rice farmer to be exact. It’s a widely known fact, but most of the world’s rice comes from Japan, China, and similarly situated countries. This was even more true back when I was growing up.
Here’s the thing about farming though, it’s a thankless job. My family’s rice paddies grew the best Jasmine rice you’d ever taste. Where we fairly compensated? Hell no, of course not. Up until the age of thirteen, me and my family lived in squalor and poverty. And yet, the government of Japan didn’t. The country exported our blood, sweat, and tears...only to pocket all the profits and hand us pennies.
Thomas Hobbs said that life was hard, brutal, and short. In my clan’s case, it was just hard and brutal―a short existence would have been a miracle.
Each night, I’d get down on my sore knees, clasp my swollen hands together, and say a pray. To be honest, I didn’t know who exactly I was praying to. My American instructors taught me about God, my Chinese and Indian instructors pointed me in the direction of Buddha, and my Japanese elders heaped on the hodge-podge of deities.
I didn’t know which one was right or wrong. So, I recited a general pray so that it could apply to them all.
When I was fifteen, I finally got an answer. In addition to farming, my father picked up another job. It kept him extremely busy at night time; at nine o’clock, he’d slip into his suit and then virtually disappear. The pay from his side job though? It was unbelieveable. To put it in perspective, we went from impoverished to comfortable in the span for five to six months.
Things started to change. We were able to hired workers to tend to the rice paddies; we were finally able to go out and enjoy ourselves during the day time. Father lavished me and siblings with toys and electronics. He even bought my mother a new wedding ring; he couldn’t afford anything fancy when they first got married.
I wanted to be like my father. After he got that new job, he changed; and, then people around him changed. Instantly, he became respected; he became powerful. But, he never took advantage of any of that.
About a year later, I had the chance to job into that side business with my father. He urged that I put in as much effort and vigor in that job as I did when I was in the rice fields―
I went above and beyond.
Even more so than my father, I saw my position in Yamaguchi-gumi for what it really was. To be quite honest, my father didn’t progress up the ranks as he should have. I wanted everything that Yamaguchi-gumi had to offer:
I wanted that respect…
I wanted that power…
And, I wanted that money!
. . .
My lust for respect, power, and money have gotten me to where I am today. I rule the Yamaguchi-gumi, at least here in New York. And since I’ve come into my own, I’ve developed a passion for the beautiful, finer things of life.
Why the hell would I ride around in a busted Toyota Camry or Honda Accord, when I’ve got the funds to purchase a fully-loaded BMW outright? Why should I feast on Oodles & Noodles? I can rent out an entire restaurant for the evening. Why would I shop at K-Mart or JC Penny’s, when I can Hugo Boss and have a suit custom made for me?
That’s foolish!
If I can’t have those things, the what the fuck was the purpose of the chase!?
―Hmm, forgive me. I’ve been contemplating all this in my head for the past couple of weeks. I just simply adore beautiful cars, food, clothes...and women.
You see, there’s one particular women who just waltzed into my life, although she had intention or business doing so. Normally, I’d ignore her; others around her do. But, that’s quite difficult for me. She’s quiet, bordering on utter shyness―and yet, she’s truly captivating.
I’m starting to feel that hunger, that lust for more. And if it hits me full force, well, I’ll have no choice but to act. All it will take is just disposing of her handler.
Hmm.
. . .
I just realize that I neglected to mention something very crucial. There’s nothing wrong with chasing after and obtaining those beautiful things. And, those things themselves are just fine as well.
However, one must always remember that most beautiful things are indeed the ones that may seal your fate.
That same Maybach that you spent your life trying to obtain, might be the very thing that gets you killed. Perhaps you are speeding a bit too fast, your sense of the world deadened and drowned out but the luxury that surrounds you―and then you fly off the road. Or, maybe other people with the same lust that you had come up and snatch your life.
Or, the Maybach could just explode in your face and fry you to a crisp.
Everything beautiful has an element of danger involved to it. The main question is, are you going to go after it anyway?