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As For My Own Destiny...
When I was younger I thought of destiny as something nearly within my control. I thought the path to my destiny would be as clear as the black words on the white paper I used to write down my plans. Over time I modified my plans for my destiny switching from one box to the next, all the while trying to stay on top of the system, milk it and become "somebody." It feels as though life may have other plans for me, always has and always will. Life rarely gives me the things that I expect; that could teach me to accept and appreciate the blessings already offered right in front of my eyes. I spend too much time wishing for more and not enough time enjoying what is already mine to cherish.
I do take note that there are specific aspects of my destiny that are definitely withing my control. I control my personal beliefs and the choices I make with them. I am always in control of my own actions, no one else is responsible for what I think or how I feel. My mind is an instrument capable of fabricating many fantastic stories, it is always up to me to sort the truth. I know that the tongue is capable of speaking fables but no matter for the truth is something silent. Stay on alert for a strange feeling in the air or maybe a tone in the voice of the speaker, it could be a look in the eye or just plain old gut feeling, either way truth is there with me, staring at me wondering when I am going to get a clue.
So life gives me choices and from there I carve out my destiny? So far it appears to be that way, I notice there is always a choice to make even if both are harmful. The way I see it, destiny chose my family, my race, sex, genetics, country, and drops other little bombs on me throughout my entire life. I choose what to do with all that I have been given and try to clean up and rebuild after the bombs fall.
The Valley Of The Shadows
There is something out there that calls to me out there in the shadows, it urges me on condoning my most darkest desires. I rejoice when I should despair because the shadow has made me justifiable, it cradles me as I travel down into the valley, making me believe it is OK to get into bed with the darkness. The shadow tells me that it is easier to turn away from the light because the ability to shine is nothing but a fool's dream.
Sometimes the shadow appears as a sheep only it is wearing wolf's clothing. They mean no intentional harm these people, most of them start out good at heart. The problem is that they have already been lead astray, these sheep are a product of their own misguided education. Sheep that grow up dreaming of becoming the big bad wolf I fear, willfully omit the part of the story where the wolf gets the axe. Few recover from the devastation of the axe, most succumb to the injuries and are forever lost to the light.
Wanting Something
At some point in my life, I was taught the idea of wanting. I am sure that I was taught to want quite unintentionally almost mindlessly and I say this because I noticed that without really trying I have already taught my own child to be the same creature of wants that I am.
My 3 year old is constantly in need of amusement and I suspect that this habit was one I developed personally by flashing all sorts of toys in front of his face as a baby hoping to amuse him long enough to get him to stop crying or keep him smiling and happy. Now we walk into a store and he instantly spots a new toy he'd like to take home, and it's never just one toy either, by the time we get to the register Jo has at least three items. He watches me to see if I'll put the items on the conveyor to get purchased; as if on cue the lips pout and his eyes water up with tears when he realizes he can't take home all the toys.
Can we avoid teaching wanting, the answer seems to lean towards no for me right now when I look at Jo. To me it seems as if I have been programmed to want and I can't help but to program my child to be the same. Somewhere between our first breathe and our first birthday most of us bite the dust, we succumb to the urge to want and we spend our whole lives chasing after it. The sad thing about wanting is that it is an addiction that most of us don't recognize, we never take the proper steps toward rehabilitation instead choosing to march onward even unto the brink of our own destruction.
Maybe I can spend more time appreciating all that life has already given to me; I do have everything I need. I'll just keep counting my blessings one by one everyday and filling my heart with gratitude.
My 3 year old is constantly in need of amusement and I suspect that this habit was one I developed personally by flashing all sorts of toys in front of his face as a baby hoping to amuse him long enough to get him to stop crying or keep him smiling and happy. Now we walk into a store and he instantly spots a new toy he'd like to take home, and it's never just one toy either, by the time we get to the register Jo has at least three items. He watches me to see if I'll put the items on the conveyor to get purchased; as if on cue the lips pout and his eyes water up with tears when he realizes he can't take home all the toys.
Can we avoid teaching wanting, the answer seems to lean towards no for me right now when I look at Jo. To me it seems as if I have been programmed to want and I can't help but to program my child to be the same. Somewhere between our first breathe and our first birthday most of us bite the dust, we succumb to the urge to want and we spend our whole lives chasing after it. The sad thing about wanting is that it is an addiction that most of us don't recognize, we never take the proper steps toward rehabilitation instead choosing to march onward even unto the brink of our own destruction.
Maybe I can spend more time appreciating all that life has already given to me; I do have everything I need. I'll just keep counting my blessings one by one everyday and filling my heart with gratitude.
Talking To Yourself
Call me crazy because I could be, I am not entirely sure, but it appears as though I am always talking to myself. Inside my head there is this running dialogue between my one self and my other self? When I ask myself a question, normally I respond with a answer or an I don't know but why I am asking questions in the first place?
As I sleep there is a part of me that remains awake and capable of hearing. When I wake up in the mornings I can sometimes remember a dream I had while asleep. If I am sleeping how can I hear my surroundings? If I am sleeping then what conscious part of me lies awake observing the dream to report back to me in the morning?
Maybe there is a small part of me that never grows weary and is always awake and alert. That self that I am constantly speaking to is perhaps my true self, the one who is always acting on my behalf even when I cannot bring myself to be the person I truly am. My little light has to keep shining even if I live my life like a candle in the wind.
As I sleep there is a part of me that remains awake and capable of hearing. When I wake up in the mornings I can sometimes remember a dream I had while asleep. If I am sleeping how can I hear my surroundings? If I am sleeping then what conscious part of me lies awake observing the dream to report back to me in the morning?Maybe there is a small part of me that never grows weary and is always awake and alert. That self that I am constantly speaking to is perhaps my true self, the one who is always acting on my behalf even when I cannot bring myself to be the person I truly am. My little light has to keep shining even if I live my life like a candle in the wind.
Having a Life
It may seem strange to some, but truly ever so often I just have to ask myself the question, what do I really know? I wonder about all that I have experienced, and I think, what was the point? I theorize about the reason why I was born to this life to live these particular moments.
Is there really something we are meant to learn while we are alive?
Sometimes I go deeper and I wonder if I'm being arrogant, acting as if human beings are the only types of beings on the planet. I Forget that there are other species here on earth, some that have lived here long before the dawn of humanity. So then the question of my existence expands to encompass all living things in creation including plants, elements, stars, planets, solar system and the entire universe.
What purpose is there to life?
It is almost as if there were a missing piece to this puzzle that I haven't yet found. I think of all the technology that I take for granted mostly and marvel that these things were once only imaginary objects. There are no real limits, the possibilities are truly endless, the ceiling only exist within the mind that has not yet grasped the concept.
Is there more to life that what we are living?
Is there really something we are meant to learn while we are alive?
Sometimes I go deeper and I wonder if I'm being arrogant, acting as if human beings are the only types of beings on the planet. I Forget that there are other species here on earth, some that have lived here long before the dawn of humanity. So then the question of my existence expands to encompass all living things in creation including plants, elements, stars, planets, solar system and the entire universe.What purpose is there to life?
It is almost as if there were a missing piece to this puzzle that I haven't yet found. I think of all the technology that I take for granted mostly and marvel that these things were once only imaginary objects. There are no real limits, the possibilities are truly endless, the ceiling only exist within the mind that has not yet grasped the concept.
Is there more to life that what we are living?
Think Like A Man
Is thinking like a man really necessary? What does it truly mean to think like a man? Is a woman capable of thinking like a man? Do men think like men?
I am sure that men are capable of thinking, however I am a woman therefore I have nothing but a superficial idea of the way men think. Sometimes, I use common sense and deductive reasoning to fill in the blanks in my communication with men, it just seems necessary. Sometimes a woman has to step outside her femininity and "think" like a man just to figure out what the grunts and groans mean; like upset toddlers sometimes, they forget to use their words.
Men are emotional creatures but they rarely seem to realize this notion so instead of dealing with emotions they hide them, doing anything to divert attention from feelings. Thinking like a man could mean that as the woman you have to anticipate his emotional needs since he may be totally clueless!
Think of yourself as his compass and emotional guide.
Men are strategic creatures, they theorize and categorize women all in the name of the hunt. A man can spot a woman coming from a mile away, by the end of your first sentence you can believe he's put you in a category, sexy, cute, pretty, doable, intelligent, slut, wife etc etc. See yourself through his eyes, decide what you want to be to a man, think like a man.
A man will take as much as you give, don't assume you are his because you are giving him everything.
A man will respect you as much as you are respected, think like a man demand respect always.
I am sure that men are capable of thinking, however I am a woman therefore I have nothing but a superficial idea of the way men think. Sometimes, I use common sense and deductive reasoning to fill in the blanks in my communication with men, it just seems necessary. Sometimes a woman has to step outside her femininity and "think" like a man just to figure out what the grunts and groans mean; like upset toddlers sometimes, they forget to use their words.Men are emotional creatures but they rarely seem to realize this notion so instead of dealing with emotions they hide them, doing anything to divert attention from feelings. Thinking like a man could mean that as the woman you have to anticipate his emotional needs since he may be totally clueless!
Think of yourself as his compass and emotional guide.
Men are strategic creatures, they theorize and categorize women all in the name of the hunt. A man can spot a woman coming from a mile away, by the end of your first sentence you can believe he's put you in a category, sexy, cute, pretty, doable, intelligent, slut, wife etc etc. See yourself through his eyes, decide what you want to be to a man, think like a man.
A man will take as much as you give, don't assume you are his because you are giving him everything.
A man will respect you as much as you are respected, think like a man demand respect always.
We Have An Understanding
In life we all get by because we have some sort of an understanding of how survival works. On all levels of life people are constantly making new, but mostly simply re-enforcing old agreements already understood by our ancestral predecessors. Communication both verbal and nonverbal should serve as a way for us to understand each other but that understanding is not easily achieved. I am responsible for one half of the message and that is delivering it, but you are responsible for what you hear and understand.
We cannot see words, but we can see their effects on our lives, the expression of a word is a reflection of life. Truly you understand that a chair is a chair because we agree to call it a chair but a chair by any other name would still serve the same purpose. Without a common understanding that 1+1=2 the whole structure of our modern world could potentially fall apart. On what other premises could we base engineering and technology?
We need understanding for it is a bridge between the universes in which human beings tend to reside. The biggest challenge to understanding? Words, what people say are not always the truth, sometimes you have to look beyond words to perceive truth, often times truth is something that you can feel, truth is there for you whether or not you choose to acknowledge it.
We cannot see words, but we can see their effects on our lives, the expression of a word is a reflection of life. Truly you understand that a chair is a chair because we agree to call it a chair but a chair by any other name would still serve the same purpose. Without a common understanding that 1+1=2 the whole structure of our modern world could potentially fall apart. On what other premises could we base engineering and technology?We need understanding for it is a bridge between the universes in which human beings tend to reside. The biggest challenge to understanding? Words, what people say are not always the truth, sometimes you have to look beyond words to perceive truth, often times truth is something that you can feel, truth is there for you whether or not you choose to acknowledge it.
Your Wants Control Your Attention?
Master your attention, understand your wants and conquer your desires. You control your choices by controlling your attention, with that control you can make your life one of your choosing instead of drifting away with the latest current.
What you want is not always the same, as what you need, wants can overtake needs but needs are the only things we truly can't live without. When you whittle down your list of wants you might find that most of them a frivolous or unnecessary, you may even find your wants are superficial to the core. The things you want or want to happen are what you steer your life towards, what you want is where you will likely focus your attention.
So how do you control your attention? Perhaps you would have to try to understand your wants and what pleasures they serve to you in your life. Sometimes we are often so busy wanting, that we end up not ever truly enjoying the blessings we already have right in front of us to hold as dear treasure.
Our world is full of distractions, they come mostly in the disguise of "having a life" Chances are there is something that started as a one time deal that has now become a permanent habit in your life. Human being are such creatures of habits, we tend to become repetitive, obsessed even with the the most damaging behavior. We do things knowing that we will destroy ourselves before the end, yet we can't seem to help it we have to keep going.
What you want is not always the same, as what you need, wants can overtake needs but needs are the only things we truly can't live without. When you whittle down your list of wants you might find that most of them a frivolous or unnecessary, you may even find your wants are superficial to the core. The things you want or want to happen are what you steer your life towards, what you want is where you will likely focus your attention.
So how do you control your attention? Perhaps you would have to try to understand your wants and what pleasures they serve to you in your life. Sometimes we are often so busy wanting, that we end up not ever truly enjoying the blessings we already have right in front of us to hold as dear treasure.
Our world is full of distractions, they come mostly in the disguise of "having a life" Chances are there is something that started as a one time deal that has now become a permanent habit in your life. Human being are such creatures of habits, we tend to become repetitive, obsessed even with the the most damaging behavior. We do things knowing that we will destroy ourselves before the end, yet we can't seem to help it we have to keep going.
Going For Open Soul Surgery!
Being strong and resilient is indeed a good and necessary thing, for there are many times in life where you will need the ability to bend without breaking. Hard and soft, warrior and priest, parent and child, teacher and student, life is more than one denominational people cannot be defined by the limits of a single word.
There is a softness that needs to take place inside even the hardest, coldest and manliest of hearts, a way to let your soul shine. The softening though necessary may not easily be achieved, especially in a world where we devour each other in order to survive. But without softness you can find in life no real center,a place that you can call home. We may have built our world with steel and ice but heart and soul is all we ever really needed.
Many walking around are in dire need of open soul surgery, some are in need of complete transplants; we can blame them or we can understand that their disease is a symptom from a deceased world. Choose to see the world through rose colored glasses, or live life as if it were the movies and you are forever young. We are all actors we can't help it, living life with the world as our stage is the only way we know how.
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Many walking around are in dire need of open soul surgery, some are in need of complete transplants; we can blame them or we can understand that their disease is a symptom from a deceased world. Choose to see the world through rose colored glasses, or live life as if it were the movies and you are forever young. We are all actors we can't help it, living life with the world as our stage is the only way we know how.
Bully
The Bully resides in us all, if given the chance the Bully will run free, causing hurt, pain and the destruction of souls. The Bully is a destroyer of all things unique, and grotesquely beautiful. The Bully is a judge, someone who has been judged and bullied before perhaps by someone else and now the shoe is on the other foot.
The Bully is ever convinced that might is right, he is right even when clearly wrong; she is beautiful in the face if not in character. The Bullies rule while the rest of us are left trembling in their quake. Some of us hide, walk away or say nothing, afraid to be the next target, scared to get on the radar, who would willingly put their own status in harms way?
The Bully needs to ridicule in order to feel better about self, the Bully is drunk off the power of destruction but the Bully only has that power because we are afraid to be unique. If everyone stood out from the crowd who would be left to ridicule? If everyone realized that we are not meant to be the same, then the Bully could no longer exist.
The Bully is ever convinced that might is right, he is right even when clearly wrong; she is beautiful in the face if not in character. The Bullies rule while the rest of us are left trembling in their quake. Some of us hide, walk away or say nothing, afraid to be the next target, scared to get on the radar, who would willingly put their own status in harms way?
The Bully needs to ridicule in order to feel better about self, the Bully is drunk off the power of destruction but the Bully only has that power because we are afraid to be unique. If everyone stood out from the crowd who would be left to ridicule? If everyone realized that we are not meant to be the same, then the Bully could no longer exist.
I Am A Dreamer
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In my dreams I can travel the distance, lay on the shore and feel the cool night air of the ocean as I hear the waves lapping against the beach. What is a dream if not your imagination running wild carrying all your hopes, desires, wishes and love?
If my dreams could become reality, then I could live in them and be happy. So I ask myself the question, if I can change my desires then wouldn't that change my dreams?
Taking Kindness For Weakness
Kahlil Gibran
In the dog eat dog, survival of the fittest world we live in we cannot always distinguish between what is strength and what is weakness. We see strength in force, strength in power, strength in our ability to get what we want no matter the cost to others or even our own self.
Even if you Have a good heart, a peaceful soul, and a happy countenance, spreading that joy to others may not always be welcomed.
It takes a deep resolve within your soul to remain tender and merciful in a world so full of injustice. How can you show mercy to those who have been so unmerciful to you? How can you be kind to people knowing they would devour you and yours in pursuit of their own life?
Being a good person, being kind, being sweet, being tender, having a heart and being compassionate requires a great strength within yourself for others will not help you in these endeavors. In most instances you can expect little or no worldly reward for being good, as such only those strong in their resolve will stay on the path of the righteous.
A Woman Is...
If there is an art to being a woman have you found the right paint, brush and canvas? Are you an independent woman doing whatever it is that you please? Are you a woman in charge of your own destiny? Do you walk the thin line being strong, bold, powerful, soft, meek, submissive and giving all at the same time?
What does it mean to be a woman in the world today? Education and technology have taught us than we are no less than equal to our male counterparts. We hardly need brawn anymore since our caveman days are far behind us, we no longer need a man to hunt, kill and protect, we don't even need a man to make money; women can truly be independent in every sense of the word.
We have no choice in the matter and we cannot escape the fact that when a woman wants a family she is in charge of making the babies. As much as education and technology has elevated our social status in society evolution has not seen fit to give the burden of bearing children to men.
The art of being a woman perhaps involves thinking like a man, but feeling like a woman. You can think like a man, work like a man and wear the pants like a man. But understand that you are not a man, your capacity to nurture is practically unlimited, your capacity to feel knows no boundary, a man plants the seed but it is your garden that nourishes and brings forth life.
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We have no choice in the matter and we cannot escape the fact that when a woman wants a family she is in charge of making the babies. As much as education and technology has elevated our social status in society evolution has not seen fit to give the burden of bearing children to men.
The art of being a woman perhaps involves thinking like a man, but feeling like a woman. You can think like a man, work like a man and wear the pants like a man. But understand that you are not a man, your capacity to nurture is practically unlimited, your capacity to feel knows no boundary, a man plants the seed but it is your garden that nourishes and brings forth life.
Only Fake People...
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Are you a "fake" because you act differently around certain people? Or are we simply actors forced to to be a part of the show, one here long before us and perhaps even long after we are dead. If you act differently around your boss then true are you a fake, but is faking not necessary?
How would you recognize a real person? My guess is that your assessment would be based on what you think makes a person real. You decide who is real or fake but can the blind really lead the blind?
We all have to fit into some category but we don't do so naturally, instead we develop personalities and social masks ,ways of dealing with the world that is happening outside of our control. Some of us get lost in a persona, the act becoming our everyday reality, we forget to return to being the person we really are under all those layers of fake.
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