Thursday, June 11, 2009

If everybody did as me...

...then what would the world be like?

Did you ever ask yourself that question? I have. Actually, already as a small kid - about 8 years old - I would frequently (and I know it sounds crazy) wonder what would happen if EVERYONE acted like me in a given situation. And I don't know why, but all my life the same query keeps popping up in my mind, still!!

D'ya know what that question does to me? It gives me a childish sense of good or bad - I think. Should I steal? Well, if everybody did it, would I like being around that kind of people? NO. OK, so I shouldn't. Should I tell lies? I like to be around honest people, so again, NO.

Am I the only one that has this thought pattern? I'll leave it here in my blog, almost like a journal entry. Maybe someone will find it and share similar "stuff" ;-)

BTW, no, I don't believe I'm such a fanTAStic person. I only think that it's natural to be the kind of person you'd expect others to be.


  1. I often think that if everybody else wdid like me, it would be peace in the world.

  2. This is really sensitive and important topic for human society. I believe everybody want pace and enjoyable world, but the definition of peace is different for each person.

    I believe I would do what I like,

    If I like to steal something,
    then if somebody steal something or same thing from me then I should also like that.

    If I tell lies then if others tells lies to me then I should like that.

    I think if everybody start thinking something like this before doing anything then may be one day we can achieve ideal society.


  3. So, really what we're saying then, might be:

    Liars end up together with liars, thieves with thieves. And if we're worse than the people around us, eventually we risk being "kicked out". hm...

    People will naturally cluster with likeminded people...

  4. What a well thought out conclusion (though I find it somewhat familiar):-)

    Light clings to light and darkness clings to darkness...

  5. I remember a poem :-)
    I went to a party Mom,

    I remembered what you said.

    You told me not to drink, Mom,

    So I drank soda instead.

    I really felt proud inside, Mom,

    The way you said I would.

    I didn't drink and drive, Mom,

    Even though the others said I should.

    I know I did the right thing, Mom,

    I know you are always right.

    Now the party is finally ending, Mom,

    As everyone is driving out of sight.

    As I got into my car, Mom,

    I knew I'd get home in one piece.

    Because of the way you raised me,

    So responsible and sweet.

    I started to drive away, Mom,

    But as I pulled out into the road,

    The other car didn't see me, Mom,

    And hit me like a load.

    As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,

    I hear the policeman say,

    "The other guy is drunk," Mom,

    And now I'm the one who will pay.

    I'm lying here dying, Mom....

    I wish you'd get here soon.

    How could this happen to me, Mom?

    My life just burst like a balloon.

    There is blood all around me, Mom,

    And most of it is mine.

    I hear the medic say, Mom,

    I'll die in a short time.

    I just wanted to tell you, Mom,

    I swear I didn't drink.

    It was the others, Mom.

    The others didn't think.

    He was probably at the same party as I.

    The only difference is, he drank

    And I will die.

    Why do people drink, Mom?

    It can ruin your whole life.

    I'm feeling sharp pains now.

    Pains just like a knife.

    The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,

    And I don't think it's fair.

    I'm lying here dying

    And all he can do is stare.

    Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

    Tell Daddy to be brave.

    And when I go to heaven, Mom,

    Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

    Someone should have told him, Mom,

    Not to drink and drive.

    If only they had told him, Mom,

    I would still be alive.

    My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

    I'm becoming very scared.

    Please don't cry for me, Mom.

    When I needed you, you were always there.

    I have one last question, Mom.

    Before I say good bye.

    I didn't drink and drive,

    So why am I the one to die?