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Open forum here. Nothing specific to talk about tonight, and yet I felt like making a blog post, possibly to create the illusion I’m being productive. It’s okay, though. I’ve got all night to pound out another blog entry and I guess my fingers are just along for the ride. I’ll never forget the day I was born. What a mess. I like to freestyle every once in awhile because it may lead to a mental breakthrough that could send me over the edge and into another dimension, and I would love to do that, just for the experience of blogging about it. It would give me some new topics to talk about. I have some dreams that seem so real that when I wake up, I’m kind of disappointed because it is amazing to me that the places in my dreams are all fabrications of my imagination. Every little detail is the inner workings of my brain, of my mind. There is so much data in there, and it’s so hard to quantify it, so most of the things in my head are a mystery “waiting to be unraveled.” Maybe I didn’t get enough sleep last night and this is making me sound strange, but I feel a bit loopy tonight, and I’m just going to run with it.
I grew up knowing that the only way a man can skin a cat is with his grandmother’s razor blades. I came to find out in my later years that this was a misguided assumption. There is definitely more than one way to skin a cat, although I wouldn’t recommend doing so under any circumstances. I can say one thing, though. One of my fondest childhood memories was playimg Monopoly and becoming so bored, I started laughing and laughing and laughing and eventually we just stopped playing, because of all the laughter. The game was no longer important. But I’ll never forget that day as long as I live. And I’ll never forget Stratego, the game I never won at, ever. Boy, what a miserable game that was, for me, but I made the best of it. I did the best I could with what I had. I’m just glad it wasn’t my dream to become general of the U.S. Army because I’m quite sure it would not turn out the way I wanted it to.
But I am not a man of war anyway. I am a man of peace. It is easier to have peace than war, yet people seem to lean the way of the sword. You can be a pacifist and pass-a-fist, or you can be a warmonger and kill a bunch of people. You always have a choice. Your destiny is your own, not someone else’s. If you’ve made it this far, I encourage you to keep reading. One of my favorite things to do is stop mid-paragraph and just go off on another tangent. There are no rules when it comes to writing, unless you’re writing in one of those countries that doesn’t have freedom of expression. There is an upside and a downside to this freedom of expression. Sure, all the great ones can spread their message, but so can the cult leaders and the hate-mongers. And you can’t tell one group of people not to express themselves without censoring everyone. As South Park says, “It’s either all okay, or none of it’s okay.” I’m just glad to be in a world where I can write whatever I want and publish it and allow other people to read it as well. There are no boundaries and that makes me happy inside.
I love the world we live in with endless possibilities and how any of them can be true for you or me or whoever else exists. It’s good to be here now, in this time period, where the world is becoming a better place every day, with our help and the help of others, we are becoming more peaceful and less quarrelsome, although we are not as peaceful as we could be. There just needs to be a shift in the collective consciousness of us all to surrender from the emotions of greed, hatred and disgust, in all aspects of our lives, and start to love and cherish every moment we have on this Earth, because we all know it could very well be our last. Life is unpredictable. I forget who said, “Live as if you’d die tomorrow, but dream as if you’ll live forever.” But it’s an interesting quote I have come to love.
I wish we all knew what a wonderful world this is, but with all the negative news and constant reaffirmation of negativity in the media and the social conditioning, we all feel like the world is getting worse, or at least most people do. Optimistic people are looked at as ignorant, with comments said to them like, “How can you be so happy with all the suffering in the world?” It is because I choose to be happy. Happiness is a choice. Peace is a choice. Every emotion and feeling you have is a choice on one level or another. We’re conditioned on how to feel in certain situations, but you don’t need to follow that path. You don’t have to be miserable if you don’t want to. There is always a choice for your emotions, I guess, would be the bullet point of this paragraph. God, I love Family Guy. (To those of you who don’t get that reference, don’t worry about it.)
I’ve had a tremendous time writing on this blog. I don’t even know if that last sentence makes sense, but I’m leaving it in there anyway. I have enjoyed this experience and my previious experiences blogging thoroughly. I am going to continue this blog with further posts, obviously, and I encourage you to keep reading, if you are so inclined. The choice is up to you. Take or leave my ideas, or ideas in general, as I usually do not like to claim ownership of my ideas, except for that one patent I bought beck in 1997 (caffeinated water). Anyway, I think this has gone on far enough. Have a fulfilling day. Good night, and good luck.
March 1st, 2007 at 1:57 am
It’s nice to follow part of your journey through personal transformation. I think to a friend of mine I met in 1989 during a trip with whom I have been corresponding regularly ever since. He also amazes me as he shares his astute observations of his own transitions, from machine operator to coal miner to college-graduated physiotherapist, and also self-made handyman. Like you, he demonstrates we can all do anything we set our minds to achieve. We can enjoy life experiences all along the way and recognize reasons to grow.