As a member of society I can relate to this poem in the fashion of being very non-materialistic. It seems that in my culture what one has monetarily or in the form of short term assets determines to some degree who you are or defined the place you will take or can take in the scheme of the world and the hierarchies that constitute what we believe to be well-off; whether that is physically, monetarily, in general.
Like the song says “You can own the earth and still all you’ll own is earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind”. I try to stress to my contemporaries that the things that we posses in this life ultimately don’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Also, like the song says, “you think that I am a savage, but the savage one is you”, people think that you are the unhappy person, you are the unfortunate, because you choose to not concentrate your life’s energy into what you possess monetarily, but it seems to me that they are the unfortunate and the insecure for making it a necessity to overcompensate the short-comings in their lives with things that will perish eventually.
When the song says “Paint with all the colors of the wind” what is trying to be stressed in the context of my use of the song as an analogy, is that, you need balance in your life. Thus, painting with all the colors, not just over-coloring your life with one shade or color scheme, but delicately filling in each part of the painting with enough colors to create equilibrium.
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What is the meaning of life? Life's meaning does not need to be invented or deduced or conjectured anew in each age. It can be experienced if we begin to follow the bread crumbs dropped by those who have traveled the road before us. Countless spiritual pilgrims have felt the longings we all feel, have encountered the obstacles we encounter have devoted themselves to the truth we wish to do. It is ...
As a member of society I will try to break the mode, for me and my children. I will raise them not to be the savages, but the sycamores growing to great heights, not allowing the fallacies of society to cut them down.
