Thoughts are like Farts

Realizing the limitations to the human design. We hunt, we gather. Surviving, barely, we make positions. World views. Generalizations. Assumptions. Rough guesstimations.

Every turn down every road leads us back to where we started. Because the questions that really matter in life cannot be researched and studied. Not in large part and not by those who research and study life without the faith of it. You can give me an answer to a question and what I realize is that I could live just as I did before, without it. To me it makes no change in my attempt at living successfully.

Human flaw: answering a question with a question. Hello people, punctuation? It’s a good tool to use when proofreading.

So here we are, just like the long road, looping around. What are we, why are we. Religion. No religion. Purpose? I have a view, you have a view.

I feel stunted at the place where, quite definitively, you tell me that a large part of my view is a generalization. Case in point. All views are generalizations. We can hope for the masses and that’s all we have.

You live your live, I’ll live mine. Until it’s over I’ll debate with you as to whom is doing it right.

Me.

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Learning Along the Way

‘You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.’ – Mae West

This quote has caused me so much anxiety. Why? The pressure of it all, the late night thoughts, the daytime fears. Of what? Of whether I am indeed doing it right the first, and only, time. I mean really, what is the big idea putting this much pressure on ourselves? Each day, does each day have to count? What if there are multiple days that seem to mean nothing, what if at the end of a month you still feel miserable? What if there is a point where you’re waiting for years to pass because some part of you knows things will be better then? And you’re counting down your life,  your life?!

Dust settles, realization begins.

I’ve always had this fear, tucked away, that I wouldn’t make the most of this life, for myself and for those I’ve lost along the way.

It’s not what you do but how you do it. How you are at any moment. How you are at living. How you are at being, picking up when you feel like sitting down, crawling forward when your last bit of energy could be given to rest. 2012 has brought that understanding to me. I know how naive and silly it seems a year can bring progress, momentum? What is this? Still it’s my perspective change leading into this new period.

Saying that 2012 brought this is a summary to what really is: which is that I allowed myself to understand this quote, this mantra, now. Now when I needed it. Now when I needed to remember what life used to be like, the care free way; not that bills and stress aren’t always there. Hardships can be easier by how we handle them, who we keep with us during them. All these small insignificant life choices that lead to that living and “doing it right” moment.

To sign off, I hope that we all find value in quotes like these and that when we do it’s the right value. It’s not to create some “extreme” version of life where we “trim the fat” along the way, getting rid of what feels insignificant at the time. The true realization is that each moment, no matter how small, is an invaluable piece.

I’m glad I know that now.

Light up the Life

“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart”

            – Kahlil Gibran

There’s so much beauty in this world, so much light, that we take for granted. I don’t know what makes us be blind to it all. At what point do we flick the switch and it’s, “lights out?”

There’s no weakness in appreciation and value; and yet the strong ones make it appear so.

Who are these strong ones? – The strong and silent type, maybe. Those people who make the world seem like a villain; always fighting against them. A villain who sends daily foes to come their way. Puts all life’s hardships in a strange perspective.

Then there’s the others. I’d say I am one of them. Who see the beauty, who revel in it. The people who appreciate it but we somehow get distracted by those strong ones. We get made to feel like we are the weak ones; naive. But it’s intelligence, to be thankful.

Of course there are in-between’s, there always are. These people who don’t quite fit into one category. But they don’t really make this outline of humanity as interesting.

I hope one day the grouping converges. It won’t make people too similar to be together; it will create a happier society. Where the answer to “why is life so hard?” will be…”it’s not.” Simply put. It’s not. Maybe with that life will become simpler too.

Dreamer?