Shining Thru

Does it ever feel like things happen without rhyme or reason, that there is no pattern to anything that happens in life?  Even though at other times it feels like everything is linked together and you could never have the same day without every single tiny detail working perfectly….

Why is it that sometimes things come out of no where and hit us like a brick wall?  Why is it that while many events throughout the day are predictable, there is always something that happens that you never would have seen coming, no matter what angle you looked at it before it happened.

Some things are so random in this life that the quote “crazy random happenstance” really stuck out to me from the movie “Dr. Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog”  I thought that it was cleverly used in the movie as a very ironic situation because the character is speaking of a very planned event.  I have a friend who says that the most important part of spontaneity is careful planning.  That phrase has always interested me.

If you could change the past what moment would you choose to change?  Not just in your life time, but if you could change one event in all of the world’s history what would it be?  How could you possibly know the outcome of that choice?  Would it be worth possibly erasing your own existence from the earth?  What if the moment you choose, even if it is centuries ago, is the moment that makes it so that your parents never meet and therefore you are never born?

If we had time machines, I am afraid that people would jump into them without ever seriously considering the fact that they might screw up their chances of ever existing, or change the world completely….what if that is what somebody wants…a whole new existence?  I think that many people would jump into the past and think it was pretty awesome to be there, myself included, but what if they just wanted to change one thing….then what?

How would you ever choose what one thing you wanted to change in history?  Everyone’s perspective is different, because everyone has been affected by the outcome of events in a different way…The impact of a single event may mean nothing to someone from NYC in the United States, but might be everything to a whole village in China…

We never know how the events of history have formed because we weren’t there…but what if we could go back and see for ourselves how things came about?  Would we want to change them?

They say that laughter is good for the soul…I’m not sure exactly what “good” means, but I think there is a general understanding of it, even if the dictionary version can’t possibly encompass all that the word is intended to mean.

It’s funny how certain people, pictures, movies, books, etc can always make you laugh, no matter what kind of mood you are in or what kind of day you have had…some people or things can unlock that thing that makes your smile turn into a laugh.  I love to see people laugh, I think that people were right when they told me that laughter is contagious.  It just seems to flow so easily out of some people…

I think it’s interesting how no one laughs the same.  Everyone’s laughter is different.  Some people laugh easily and loudly, booming out their emotional expression; while others can only manage a nervous giggle at best, or a half hearted..hah… that sounds more like someone clearing their throat than the sound of someone who is happy.

Laughter can make your day, or at least mine…if I’m having a bad day and someone can make me laugh, a lot of times it saves me from crying.  It’s almost like laughter has some type of magical power that washes over you and releases a lot of the tension and stress of the day.  I love it when I can start the day off laughing.  I’m always thankful when I can talk to someone who can always make me laugh in the morning, it just sets me up for a good day, a good start at least.  I have found that if I can laugh in the morning, then things that happen throughout the day never seem quite as bad.

A brick wall crumbles down as the waves of ambiguity break their caps

The flashes of white caps gain speed as their precision of aim grows apparent

The cold bricks brought down by the forces of nature

Natural fury that builds up until the growing coals that have been simmering erupt into a fire of passion

Passionate fury that explodes against the building blocks that lie on the bank

The high cold wall that moss attempts to cover, getting into the crevices

Weakening the mortar that that waves will soon crush

As the monsoon of life hits hard against the protective barriers that we have built up

One by one the bricks are torn down until the bottom gives out

And the wall crumbles down

Looking at the pile of ruble, what do you see?

A mess….a tattered beauty…..a waste…..what it use to be…what it could have been…

The beautiful remnants that lay in a disconnected heap at the water’s age

Nature’s true power and efficiency shine through as they crash into man’s week attempt to mimic what would come naturally

Or what shouldn’t be there, going against nature only infuriates the true master

Fighting the path of life, going down whatever road or over whatever hill we see

Only leads to natural disasters, your attempts at craftsmanship end up crumbling

Lost and alone in front of the chaotic compound of hopes in disarray

The persistent water rejoices at its victory.

I’m not sure how much you are suppose to take before you just decide to give up.  What does it take before a person just hits their limit and says it’s enough…and how do individuals react to such a limit being met….

Do you stretch your limits and just push it back a little further and a little further than you ever thought possible, or do you follow through with your original plan and just quit…

How long can you live on the edge of hating your life, or just an inch away from despair?

Maybe it’s not even in every aspect of your life, of course it’s harder when that feeling of worthlessness hits more than one area, or if not worthless, at least to the point where you don’t feel like you’re ever moving forward and most times feel like you’re being pulled backwards….Sometimes that feeling only hits one aspect of your life, social, financial, professional, etc….Sometimes it’s just one area that just can’t seem to get on the right track no matter how much effort you put towards it.

When it is only one area of your life, how much time and energy are you suppose to take away from other areas in order to try and get that one back on the right path?  Wouldn’t it be easier just to roll over and go back to sleep most days?

True Passion crouches in the shadows of desire

Knowing revelation can’t be possible

Darkness is the safety vest

Hidden away from the light of hypocrisy

Life ticks on by as you crawl against the wall

Hidden from existence, except in secret whispers

The most heart filling whispers that make your body quiver

The heated moments that live on in the dreams of the wearer

The closet tucked inside the hidden subject

The passion wells up inside the skin

It wont let go until it explodes….

Drifting off just before the light barrier.

Floating on the horizon

Not sure how to hit solid ground

Not sure if you want to

You float

Skimming the surface with tip toes

You look down amazed

The golden colors that shoot from around the sun

The brightness fills you with happiness

The clouds are forgotten and turned into trim

Accent on the beauty of the evening

As the daylight closes in,

You are drawn towards the meeting at the horizon

The meeting of the lights just before the dark

The worlds of sun and earth collide.

So much to take in and breathe.

Bridges you cross

Bridges you burn

Nobody knows where they lead

Can’t see the other side through the fog

The sunset is beautiful and distracting

The beautiful back drop of nature

Makes you forget the fall

The Unsuccessful crossing

The bridge in suspension

Above the sparkling waters

In front of the horizon

You stare at the silhouette

Wondering if you can use it

Wondering if you can cross

What if it falls behind you

Then you can only go forward

What if you find a hole and can’t get across

Trapped in the middle of indecision

Rising up above the rail and looking down

Wondering if it’s the only way out

Looking at the beauty of the sunset

And the calmness of the water

Not able to enter either side

The feeling of worry is a strange one…half the time people worry about things before they even know it’s something to worry about.  Worry can make a person concerned about an event or fact that isn’t even fact yet….Many people get partial information or the lack of contact and start working over it in their mind until every possible circumstance has gone through, scenarios that make you angry, frustrated, or just plain scared.  You hope for the best, but the best is frustrating as well.

Amazing how someone can take a tiny piece of information and blow it up into a full out story before anything actually happens.  People can worry and stress or live in denial or passiveness.  Either extreme is useless in moving through whatever is going on.

We have to find the information, get the details and then look at everything with a new perspective.  A clean look with logic will generally wipe out both extremes, doesn’t mean that what’s going on is any less important, but at least they can be looked at logically….able to push the emotions aside in order to figure out what is going on.  You can’t blow things out of proportion, just like you can’t continue to ignore their existence….Both extremes will get you nowhere productive, both extremes keep you from moving forward…

I’m kind of tried of hearing people complain about people in public service jobs:  the cops only eat donuts and drink coffee, teachers are over paid babysitters, nurses only write things down for the doctors, or couldn’t make it through med school….

People make these complaints until they need that service from someone in the community and we wonder why these people are bitter.  They probably love their job, or they wouldn’t do it for the crappy pay.  But instead of thanks they generally get complaints and people who don’t understand why anything that they dream up might simply not be possible….

Why do people think that only their needs are important?  Or that they should always be the first priority?  Instead the people who try to do public services only end up being complained about and hated.  People only want to complain, without taking the time to understand what others have to do.  I think that people should really take the time to look at what other people have to do instead of wondering why they are not doing what you want them to do.