Friday, April 30, 2010
Respect and patience. Two traits that have almost vanished from humanity over time. I am great at breaking down the characters of people. And I have seen first hand that those are the two most disapparting characteristics of all. The two listed above are two things I plan to experiment on in the next next 19 days.
I will try to manage both all day, every day. If I slip, I start over. I will try to have respect and have patience with anything and everything that I come across for the next 19 days.
I'm sure it will take well over a month to accomplish this, probably longer. I'm a hot head as most of whom know me know, but this will happen... I'm determined for it.
I see will power as a game, and I'm very competitive.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Just another day at the beach. Feet in the sand, cooler in arms reach, eyes glued to the seemingly cloudless sky. A mother starts yelling at her son, so I dial up my radio and close my eyes. A little time went by and more screams reached my ears. It was coming from my condo on the top floors. Vacationers are pointing and shouting out to the sea. I stand up and gaze upon a white line coming over the horizon, and my heart dropped to my buried feet. A swell well over 20 stories is rushing towards shore. I felt helpless, but I don't run. Every one's running. Everybody is sprinting in the opposite direction, as if to escape. I sit back down, crank up my tunes, and finish my beverage.
I dream this rather often. And last night was the most recent. It's never the same, and I don't recall what I was doing each time. Seeing as I just woke up, I had a clear description. But it still seems that every time I have it, I never sleep all the way through. Someone once told me it's "bad" if you die in your dreams, and I have a number of times. But never in this dream, where death is certain. I felt fear, I felt a chill go down my spine and back up, yet I was dreaming. I recognized this inevitable force will be my end, yet I was comfortable.
Up until a few months ago, I've been petrified of dying. Not in the way of keeping myself from all dangers, because if its your time to go... you go. Just the thought of how sudden it could happen and who I'm leaving behind has always terrified me. But that's changed and I've come to terms with it. I don't want to say that I'm alive today so that I can die some time soon, but its absolutely preposterous to fear death. By all means I don't want to die right now while I'm typing this. But I'm not afraid to.
"If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve." - ??
We as humans tend to be the only animals that realize we are going to die.. I do not understand with given our "human traits" maybe WE just are the only ones that are worried about death. The human mind is a gift. And a curse. Our intelligence is our own ultimate demise. The way I see it, we will all destroy each other. Something big is coming. A huge blow for the human race.
I just think you should relax and enjoy each passing second that you spend around your family, your friends, your loves, your pets, that guy that walks past you on your way to work, or to school, or when you walk to your mail box. It doesn't matter, just do what makes you happy and always stay patient.
I don't know what you might have learned or disagreed with this, but I hope it helps you sometime in the future. Just be comfortable because time will keep ticking. Forever. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Monday, April 26, 2010
I'm not a writer, I don't have a 80,000 word vocabulary, and I certainly don't intend on pursuing this as a career. I, like many of you, spend every silenced moment thinking. Pondering on just about anything I come across, or a distant memory. Sometimes it goes deep, and I eventually learn something new from the constant brain buzz. I can't tell you what you'll think of it all, but I hope that it comes in handy to you at some point of life.
I'm creating this blog to share ideas and put my spin on the map.
So without being said... where to begin?