Violence against property

On getting off my bus at my usual bus stop I immediately noticed that every panel of glass at the bus stop was broken; shards of glass lay everwhere.  My immediate thought was “What is it that fills some people with so much hatred towards WHAT IS that they feel they have to destroy it?”   The bus shelter was constructed for everyone.  It was designed and manufactured, was placed and is serviced (largely by affixing advertising to pay for its upkeep) and does not offend…or at least, I can’t see how it can.

However, there are people who have so much resentment in themselves towards society at large that the ego-self has to express itself in order for them to feel just that much more alive.    Such people, probably without really thinking seriously about it, have an ‘us versus them,’ mentality.   Unfortunately, the ‘them’ represents the majority of Humanity: the ‘us,’ the few people who were involved in this senseless destruction.

Then my thoughts went further, and along these lines: “Everyone who is not working to make life for the majority of humans happier is, in actuality, doing what these vandals have been doing – detracting from the total welfare of us all…including themselves.  They part of the Human-unahppiness problem, not the solution.

We know the ramification of any destruction (other than, perhaps the demolition of old buildings to make way for new – and even that is debatable, depending on the buildings) has to be paid for by us all.   In the case of the bus stop glass, possibly by a very marginal increase in insurance and taxation to cover for the services needed to repair and police against such  continuing stupidity.

For it is stupidity.   The wilfull destruction of property is only one step below the wilful destruction of living things – including human beings.   The urge to violent action lies just below the surface in such people; maybe a hatred of their own lives and the way they live them.    Perhaps they blame the world for the way they interpret it.

Be that as it may, until people realize that their emotional responses to the ‘thoughts that cross their minds’ are theirs to control, and are aware of that, we will continue to see people bring about more and more of this senseless waste.   So, the main job of the wise today is to enable the vandals to understand that the trouble lies in their thinking and beliefs, and not in the world as it is.   

Our world will not change until we do.

About Tom Ware

I'm into speaking to audiences. My particular forte is telling stories. Morevover, I've addressed over 750 audiences and in excess of 40,000 people during the past eighteen years - excluding those I've addressed in my Toastmasters clubs. Additionally, I've presented classes to adults on Metaphysics and Spirituality (non sectarian) and Popular Psychology between 2001 and 2008. I'm an avid writer, been at it for forty-five years. Speaking is a passion, of course, as mentioned above. I started in 1972 with Toastmasters. My speciality is Storytelling and some years ago people began to flatter me with the titles: Prince of Storytellers, and Master Storyteller. Also, Tusitala Tom (Tusitala means Storyteller in Polynesian) I am also into 'serious' meditation (Vipassana as taught by S N Goenka) Started that in 1986. Additionally, I'm an Automatic Writing practioner and have been able to 'channel' for over forty years. Bit about me. Born in London UK and migrated to Australia in 1951. Started my first job day after my fifteenth birthday in that year. I've been a postal worker, sailor, aviation air-ground man, overseas telegraph operator. I've worked for an electrical power-supply company, been a truck driver, a foundry labourer, laboratory assistant, a police radio operator, and office worker - even an Antarctic expeditioner. Worked and lived in a number of countries, but am now 'retired' and enjoying life - probably as never before. I've been married - yes to the same woman! - for fifty-three years and have three grown up children and four grandchildren.
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