Oct 2016
God Exists
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
Sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
For example,
I was on the train,
to Luxor from Cairo,
Aaron Lux headed to Luxor,
it only makes sense,
on the train I met an Egyptian man,
and I took this as divine intervention because I don’t believe in coincidences,
he worked/works for the United Nations,
as an assistant for economic development,
his English was perfect,
better than most Americans I know,
and we talked on that train ride,
to Luxor from Cairo,
once we arrived in Luxor,
we both parted ways,
but we made a plan,
to meet up the next day,
and we did and we went,
to dinner I brought a random Japanese girl,
we ate camel on a rooftop,
overlooking the Luxor Temple,
in the distance,
the lights of The Valley of The Kings,
reflected on caves of tombs such as King Tut’s you know what,
sometimes seeing death reminds me of being life,
and being life reminds me that God exists omnipresent in all things.
God exists.
We talked,
on that rooftop overlooking Luxor Temple,
we talked about philosophy and religion and politics,
and also about some new stuff,
such as the Arab Spring,
and each other’s family,
I told hime I was trying to reunite my parents in Thailand,
because of them together in this lifetime I have not a single memory,
and I’d like to see my parents together at least once,
before one of us three dies,
because you don’t get a second chance,
to live this single life,
I,
asked him about his parents,
he said his father had just been abducted,
by the Egyptian Secret Police,
see that’s what you call Boy Interrupted,
but this isn’t a cinema,
this a real life drama,
and I saw this young man of maybe 22 years old,
had had to grow up so quickly because of such adult sized problems,
he said he didn’t know where his father was,
he said the police had taken him just a week ago,
because his father was on the wrong side of democracy,
I guess that’s just how it goes,
see his father was part of The Muslim Brotherhood,
and had supported the Arab Spring,
which in turn had supported President Morsi,
who was elected democratically,
but old habits die hard,
and the Egyptians know that better than anybody,
not much has changed there’s still pharaohs and slaves,
this country is still ran by an aggressive military,
he doesn’t even know where his father is,
or if he’s even dead or alive,
but hopefully he doesn’t end up like Giulio Regeni,
found in a ditch with an X carved in his forehead and gouged eyes,
I,
realize,
then that I know nothing about “struggle”,
I realize then that the 1st world has nothing to complain about,
it is in that moment that reality popped my ignorant idealistical bubble,
I know nothing about trouble,
I come from a country where people complain about everything,
we get upset because a traffic light takes to long or a waiter screws up our order,
we feel depressed about nothing but we know nothing about real struggle or pain,
I will never again complain,
about being an American,
I mean my God this kid had his father abducted,
and he might never see him again,
God blessed it feels so good to be from a country with real freedoms God Bless America,
and I’m saddened and grateful at the same time,
I’m saddened because no kid should have his father taken,
I’m grateful because I was born in America so I’m entitled to amazing freedoms,
and I believe in the American Dream still wide awake in a country that feels Forsaken,
but there's no Sutherland,
in the original Empirical Motherland,
just brutal reminders resurrected like Jesus on Easter,
or King Tut's curse from Luxor's sands,
I am,
blessed to have freedoms and others don’t have,
simply because I was born as an American,
and I thank God for that fortuitous fact,
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
Sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
For example,
I was on the train,
to Luxor from Cairo,
Aaron Lux headed to Luxor,
it only makes sense,
on the train I met an Egyptian man,
and I took this as divine intervention because I don’t believe in coincidences,
he worked/works for the United Nations,
as an assistant for economic development,
his English was perfect,
better than most Americans I know,
and we talked on that train ride,
to Luxor from Cairo,
once we arrived in Luxor,
we both parted ways,
but we made a plan,
to meet up the next day,
and we did and we went,
to dinner I brought a random Japanese girl,
we ate camel on a rooftop,
overlooking the Luxor Temple,
in the distance,
the lights of The Valley of The Kings,
reflected on caves of tombs such as King Tut’s you know what,
sometimes seeing death reminds me of being life,
and being life reminds me that God exists omnipresent in all things.
God exists.
We talked,
on that rooftop overlooking Luxor Temple,
we talked about philosophy and religion and politics,
and also about some new stuff,
such as the Arab Spring,
and each other’s family,
I told hime I was trying to reunite my parents in Thailand,
because of them together in this lifetime I have not a single memory,
and I’d like to see my parents together at least once,
before one of us three dies,
because you don’t get a second chance,
to live this single life,
I,
asked him about his parents,
he said his father had just been abducted,
by the Egyptian Secret Police,
see that’s what you call Boy Interrupted,
but this isn’t a cinema,
this a real life drama,
and I saw this young man of maybe 22 years old,
had had to grow up so quickly because of such adult sized problems,
he said he didn’t know where his father was,
he said the police had taken him just a week ago,
because his father was on the wrong side of democracy,
I guess that’s just how it goes,
see his father was part of The Muslim Brotherhood,
and had supported the Arab Spring,
which in turn had supported President Morsi,
who was elected democratically,
but old habits die hard,
and the Egyptians know that better than anybody,
not much has changed there’s still pharaohs and slaves,
this country is still ran by an aggressive military,
he doesn’t even know where his father is,
or if he’s even dead or alive,
but hopefully he doesn’t end up like Giulio Regeni,
found in a ditch with an X carved in his forehead and gouged eyes,
I,
realize,
then that I know nothing about “struggle”,
I realize then that the 1st world has nothing to complain about,
it is in that moment that reality popped my ignorant idealistical bubble,
I know nothing about trouble,
I come from a country where people complain about everything,
we get upset because a traffic light takes to long or a waiter screws up our order,
we feel depressed about nothing but we know nothing about real struggle or pain,
I will never again complain,
about being an American,
I mean my God this kid had his father abducted,
and he might never see him again,
God blessed it feels so good to be from a country with real freedoms God Bless America,
and I’m saddened and grateful at the same time,
I’m saddened because no kid should have his father taken,
I’m grateful because I was born in America so I’m entitled to amazing freedoms,
and I believe in the American Dream still wide awake in a country that feels Forsaken,
but there's no Sutherland,
in the original Empirical Motherland,
just brutal reminders resurrected like Jesus on Easter,
or King Tut's curse from Luxor's sands,
I am,
blessed to have freedoms and others don’t have,
simply because I was born as an American,
and I thank God for that fortuitous fact,
The world has a funny way of reminding us,
God exists.
sometimes I forget,
the freedoms I have as an American,
and I take these freedoms,
for granted,
but then,
the World reminds me,
and I remember,
that God exists.
God exists,
I see His Light’s reflection,
in almost everyone,
from the lowest slave,
to the highest pharaoh,
God exists.
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Truth.
