Friday, October 7, 2016

Lack of Enlightment, it's what's Impeding Humanity

It takes experiencing and enduring discomfort, 
before you grasp an appreciation for comfort

It's funny to me how people lay their focus and place their complaints and concerns on what they lack and seem to ignore what they are abundant in.  This makes me think that they lack appreciation in their richness...as human arrogance feeds their insatiable egos into wanting what is beyond their understanding....while laying blame and finding fault on all external resources within earshot along a very unsatisfying journey into an empty land of gluttony galore.

My everyday life has been a drag...I am so disenchanted with how things are going for me, you and everybody else.  But I do have my health...and if you don't have your health, you won't have much regardless of how someone fills in that void.  Other than health, the only other thing worth having in life is love...because love nurtures the inner self.  Love has to start from within...and that's what I have in order to allow myself the needed tolerance for my circumstance.  Outside love will strengthen that inner self...allowing for a happy existence.
I must admit though, no more so than ever, I am convinced that boys are stupid and girls are crazy...and there's nothing that can fix either (well possibly medicine can help to cope or hide some crazy).  I also know that I am who I am...and I can't be anyone or anything else.  And quite frankly, that seems to be my life's inner turmoil.  I am getting to the point where I am doubting if I want to be here in NY under my current arrangement.
A few weeks ago, I was jokingly asking people for some plutonium.  They would ask "why?" 
I responded by saying
"So I can build myself a rocket and strap all the crazy women in my life to it...and let's see how fast they can get to Mars."
Apparently, Mars is best suited for them.
And it's far from everyone else.
That makes it safer for the rest of us.
And safer sounds so much better that the alternative.
Don't get me wrong, there are degrees and types of crazy...and for some full disclosure, I am not feeling what I am seeing.
On top of it all, I dislike the fact that people's primal instinct when anger strikes them...is to lash out in violence.  It's terrible.
I suppose that since I lack anger, I can't understand why anyone would so simply resort to violence...
People lack the judgement, or foresight...to understand the repercussions once they cross that threshold of violence.
I am convinced, more than ever, that our collective enlightenment is so far away...I doubt that our species will last long enough to experience it.
Pity.

You can't teach a wall to be your floor, but you can certainly stand on your floor to build castle walls

I can't begin to appease such vanity with enlightenment, nor will I ever...as in forever...change my morals to be someone that I am not meant to be.  Or am I someone who can quench the thirst of a horse lost out to sea.  I also find that most blind people tend to see beyond what light can show the rest of us.  I also seem to find that blind people rarely complain of why their light went so dim.  Instead, they took their weakness and turned it into an unforeseeable strength.  See how boundaries tend to create self imposed limits.  Limits are like rules, intended to be challenged until an understanding can be created that tests and exceeds them.
Expectation is the direct road for disappointment
Entitlement is the driving force that sets expectations on the direct path for eternal unfulfillment. 

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Love That Grows Old

I want a love that doesn't compromise
I want a love that hits between the eyes
I want a love like a sunrise to my dark
I want to feel something deep inside
I want to heal, don't wanna have to hide
I want to read, no just fantasize with my heart

Everybody's always saying to look over your shoulder
The grass is always greener
That should do what I'm told

I'm gonna search
And when the night is young
Even if it hurts
Even when my fight's gone
I'm gonna wait for the right one
I'm gonna wait for the love to grow old

I got it wrong, one too many times
They play along and never seem to mind

I need a song but never learn the lines
Oh, no


Everybody's always saying to look over your shoulder
The grass is always greener

That Should do what I am told

I'm gonna search
And when the night is young
Even if it hurts
Even when my fight's gone
I'm gonna wait for the right one
I'm gonna wait for the love to grow old


Oh, it's not love, it's not love
If you don't have to struggle
Oh, not enough, not enough
If it don't cause you trouble


I'm gonna search
And when the night is young
Even if it hurts
Even when my fight's gone
I'm gonna wait for the right one
I'm gonna wait for the love to grow old





by Max Jury

Thursday, September 8, 2016

My Modesty List

- Speak as little as possible about yourself
Start listening more, you might learn something
- Keep busy with your Own affairs and Not those of others
Focus on what's important to you, because no one else will
- avoid curiosity
If it has no barring to you
- do not interfere with the affairs of others
After all, you wouldn't want anyone interjecting into yours
- Accept small irritations with good Humor
No need to deal in extremes when dealing with everyday pettiness
- Do Not Dwell on the faults of Others
For Our faults might even be worse
- Accept censures even if unmerited
Adaptation is the essential skill to survival
- learn to work with others
Otherwise this world will learn to work without you


- accept all obstacles and challenges as the learning process of life


- accept the possibility of being insulted, injured, slighted, forgotten or disliked
Trying to please everyone will drive you mad
- Be courteous and delicate even under provocation
Patience is the tool that prevails
- Do Not seek to be loved or admired
Trust and respect mean much more
- do not protect yourself behind your dignity
Our Ego often betrays us
- give in, In Discussions, even when you are right
Reason, in time, wins out
- choose, always the more difficult task
The Rewards far will exceed those from a simplier path







List by Mother Teresa and yours truly

Friday, August 26, 2016

It's Our Weekend

It's Friday afternoon
The week has been long
Come to think of it
The whole summer has flown by
and I have little to show for
A lot of new faces with different stories
but it's mostly Been the same
But hey, it's Friday
My Day
To be my dream
Without questions
Without consequence
With confidence
It's time to manufacture my reality
Because perception is reality
Maybe a little this, perhaps a bit of that
Don't we all have our wishes
They come from regrets
Funny...
How when my world stops spinning
The sun will still rise
and over the next millennium
Many will follow, but how many will take notice
Of the tracks in the sand
There is a rich history beneath our feet
And untold stories of has beens
Been there
Done that
I welcome the time that measures now
Not my yesterdays
Nor my tomorrows
I flee from your sight
I run to your mind
and
It's there that makes me unforgettable to the
Here and Now
Now is what matters most
Because tomorrow is never guaranteed
And Now
Is my weekend
Ciao
God I hate sprinkles
But I love dimples
That is what the now in life is
A continual love hate paradox
Of the same old new and recycled reruns of reality shows
God I hate TV shows
They brainwash you
And most people don't even realize to what extent
Unplug and unwind
The weekend is upon us
Peace, love and anything else that makes simple sense
Out of the indirect complexities of unequal haves and haves not
But, it's still your weekend
And best be enjoying it


The Weekend
by Brantley Gilbert

https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=-rwFoSgTGcQ

Monday, August 8, 2016

Knockerball

It's like a cross between playing dodge ball and hitting a piƱata...only more satisfying!  It's called knockerball:


Quite frankly, I foresee it as the ultimate solution for all worldly disputes...between anyone and everyone who may have a qualm to settle.  Win, lose or draw...everyone wins at knockerball.
Imagine solving all issues with your coworkers during a thirty minute stint of high end, low risk no nonsense hard nosed collisions.
Bang, slam...bam!
Like that with no hard feelings.
The simplicities of theory with the complexity of reality.
That's the paradoxical hypocrisy of life and it's unmentioned duplicitous arts of existence.
Darts and horseshoes are only useful in basements, backyards and holidays....
Here, you just need space and folks...purpose just finds it self.





P.S.

Not to be confused with an SOS
If only I were so lucky 
to don a plastic air insulated suit 
and 
run unimpededly towards all the horde of cowards 
that seem to overpopulate 
this overly saturated rock of H2O
that hurls itself 
seemingly,
endlessly into a vast space of nothingness....
Of Somethingness