Charcoal eyes peer out into the world
Unique in its beauty and majesty
Gazing at the sky above
Scouring the ground below
Enduring the jeers of those beneath the sky
Awaiting its time
To strike fear and disgust
Into the hearts of those below
Through a simple act
That presents the recipient
With a hand crafted white surprise
Chortling as they fly away
Smug with their tiny victory
A smiling rat with wings
Friday, December 30, 2011
Hours
Rolling mustard hills flow by as the vehicle rapidly shifts in position, vying for a open spot on the concrete dance floor. Rows of decayed trees stretch out to the hills, waiting for the rain to reach them. The band of travelers halts their trek near an arid suburbia. The town known as Pea Soup is surrounded by dusty fast food stops and wailing cars. A mere speck on the sea of their travel. Miles and miles of yellow grain border the sides of the highway. The faint smell of livestock is drowned out by the ever welcome air conditioner. High in the sky, the sun casts shadows on the dancers below, as their movements stop and shudder. The soothing lull of the piano notes grants its passengers a momentary reprieve from the world of light. An aura of serenity echoes as they journey across the earth.
A plot of green land breaks through the waves of yellow grain. Breaths of fresh air float through an open window. To gather oneself in this moment in time. Looking out over the plains, into the wild blue yonder. A behemoth logging truck creates a new shadow in place of the direct glare of the sun. But even as they move out of the dark gaze of the colossal beast, there is no warmth. A fire without heat. The mountains watch over us with tired eyes as the dance picks up its pace again. Their viridescent color lies dormant beneath the mounds of dirt. Where has the rain has gone, they mutter, praying for a day without light.
A plot of green land breaks through the waves of yellow grain. Breaths of fresh air float through an open window. To gather oneself in this moment in time. Looking out over the plains, into the wild blue yonder. A behemoth logging truck creates a new shadow in place of the direct glare of the sun. But even as they move out of the dark gaze of the colossal beast, there is no warmth. A fire without heat. The mountains watch over us with tired eyes as the dance picks up its pace again. Their viridescent color lies dormant beneath the mounds of dirt. Where has the rain has gone, they mutter, praying for a day without light.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
A Promise
You never give up on your life
You never stop doing what you love for yourself and for those that you love
You look out for people because you've only got one life to give and you're going to give all that you can
You show the world your heart
You give it your mind and soul
Its music flows throughout your body and gives you the will
To sing on the edge of the night
To feel the chills as the words coarse through your heart
To reach inside yourself and reach those outside yourself
To battle through the distance and trials
To accept the pain and sadness that life may deal you
To rejoice in all that is good and given to you
I never stop believing because there is always a chance
I never stop believing because there is always music
I never stop believing because there is always love
I never stop believing because there was an oath that I made
To reach a goal
To make it to my own promised land
You never stop doing what you love for yourself and for those that you love
You look out for people because you've only got one life to give and you're going to give all that you can
You show the world your heart
You give it your mind and soul
Its music flows throughout your body and gives you the will
To sing on the edge of the night
To feel the chills as the words coarse through your heart
To reach inside yourself and reach those outside yourself
To battle through the distance and trials
To accept the pain and sadness that life may deal you
To rejoice in all that is good and given to you
I never stop believing because there is always a chance
I never stop believing because there is always music
I never stop believing because there is always love
I never stop believing because there was an oath that I made
To reach a goal
To make it to my own promised land
Monday, October 24, 2011
The Man Who Fell to Earth
Eyes blazed black and white
A speck of light reflects off the iris
The other remains hidden under a wave of hair
Tired, unshaved, disheveled
All I see is all I know
Where are we now
Staring at ourselves
Trying to trace time
Painting impermanent pictures
Chained to life
In the waves of vision and sound
A speck of light reflects off the iris
The other remains hidden under a wave of hair
Tired, unshaved, disheveled
All I see is all I know
Where are we now
Staring at ourselves
Trying to trace time
Painting impermanent pictures
Chained to life
In the waves of vision and sound
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Nihil
Voices scatter on the ground
Free souls make the morning trek
A feeling of senescence emanates
As silver clouds billow and burst in the fall wind
The aura changes as the seasons fade
Circular and linear notions of time erupt quietly
Buried in the recesses of thought and perception
A fruitless pursuit greeted by more noise
The attempt to grasp fate vanishes into the night
Awaiting the dawn of recurrence
Free souls make the morning trek
A feeling of senescence emanates
As silver clouds billow and burst in the fall wind
The aura changes as the seasons fade
Circular and linear notions of time erupt quietly
Buried in the recesses of thought and perception
A fruitless pursuit greeted by more noise
The attempt to grasp fate vanishes into the night
Awaiting the dawn of recurrence
Monday, September 19, 2011
Parting until the next life
I'm going to miss you. I guess I should start off with that first. We've been through a lot together and had some good and bad times. You were always there when I needed somewhere to think. You never stopped supporting me even though I gave you a few scratches here and there. You put up with me for about seven years of my life and I'm glad that I got to know you better. I've slacked off in the past with cleaning you up but I guess now is better than anytime at all. At first I didn't know what to think of you. You were something different, something that I could call my own. Ownership is an odd thing. We go through a cycle of using and using without thinking of what actually goes on. It's probably a very hard job and you take a lot of bad rap for it. Talking to a wall necessarily isn't a bad thing. Sometimes it's just what someone needs. I'm going to miss you. A lot. I'm never going to see you again. That's what makes it worse. Imagine feeling nostalgic about something so simple. Yet something so intricate. It's a conversation that I never really got to have with you. So this is our final good bye before you transform into something 'better' or whatever the world has planned for you. It's weird. It's empty now and quiet. The memories are stripped from the walls. There is no more light, no personality. The best I can do is say thanks for everything. You meant the world to me. You've been one of the best rooms I could have ever asked for. But I guess its never really goodbye. Since everything lives on in the heart. Even you. 
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Wherefore art thou Tree
This analysis is a mere glimpse into my current predicament
As a specimen of the gymnosperm phylum
Due to my 'tree' nature, I am unable to possess a certain sentience
That other organisms apparently have retained
By some miracle
What a shame that my nonexistent encephalon
Is incapable of understanding this comparison
And leaves me to ponder the exact reasoning behind this classification
But as the maxim goes, ignorance is bliss
Whether or not that is a treelike emotion or not remains to be seen
The bliss
Trees are incapable of ignorance for the most part
Despite our lack of a cephalized nervous system and auditory canals
Our innate knowledge of emotions and beings make us excellent individuals
To confide and rely upon
Why?
There is no roundabout meaning to a tree
No need for a lengthy periphrasis regarding our purpose or meaning
We are there to live and serve
To aid and listen
To Tree
As a specimen of the gymnosperm phylum
Due to my 'tree' nature, I am unable to possess a certain sentience
That other organisms apparently have retained
By some miracle
What a shame that my nonexistent encephalon
Is incapable of understanding this comparison
And leaves me to ponder the exact reasoning behind this classification
But as the maxim goes, ignorance is bliss
Whether or not that is a treelike emotion or not remains to be seen
The bliss
Trees are incapable of ignorance for the most part
Despite our lack of a cephalized nervous system and auditory canals
Our innate knowledge of emotions and beings make us excellent individuals
To confide and rely upon
Why?
There is no roundabout meaning to a tree
No need for a lengthy periphrasis regarding our purpose or meaning
We are there to live and serve
To aid and listen
To Tree
Drill
All the lights in the sky
Resonate deeply inside our being
To push us
Move ourselves forward
Flying through the clouds
Scared and blind
With wonder and hope
A constant spiral
Of swirling passion and fear
Moving towards nightfall
Unaware of the problems that arise
But with the will and power to fight them
To the ends of the earth
This spiral is a soul
Thrown into the stars
Chased after and
Followed past the cosmos
Into the eternal sky
With possibilities that flood the mind
Resonate deeply inside our being
To push us
Move ourselves forward
Flying through the clouds
Scared and blind
With wonder and hope
A constant spiral
Of swirling passion and fear
Moving towards nightfall
Unaware of the problems that arise
But with the will and power to fight them
To the ends of the earth
This spiral is a soul
Thrown into the stars
Chased after and
Followed past the cosmos
Into the eternal sky
With possibilities that flood the mind
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Azche
Back and forth the body rocks
Fire breathes through the veins
As eyes stare out at the embers
Watching the world burn around
The gentle thumping becomes silence
A last look as dusk covers it all
Before the blackness comes to the eyes
Belief is suspended and the end comes
But it is merely a lost notion
An grandiose idea
That some day it all will be gone
One will have become something
Yet all that waits is the endless recurrence of time
To rise from the ashes
And begin again
Fire breathes through the veins
As eyes stare out at the embers
Watching the world burn around
The gentle thumping becomes silence
A last look as dusk covers it all
Before the blackness comes to the eyes
Belief is suspended and the end comes
But it is merely a lost notion
An grandiose idea
That some day it all will be gone
One will have become something
Yet all that waits is the endless recurrence of time
To rise from the ashes
And begin again
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Floating
These melodies drift through the air
Creating the echoes of feelings
That reside in a soul
Thoughts that were lost among the sands of time
Looking out as the waves pass by
A new meaning begins to surface
Though the songs come and go
Like ripples scattered by the wind
Their impact remains
The thoughts that swirl around the docks
Are merely a whirlpool of daydreams for all to see
As we float through the streams of life
And wait for the coming dawn
Creating the echoes of feelings
That reside in a soul
Thoughts that were lost among the sands of time
Looking out as the waves pass by
A new meaning begins to surface
Though the songs come and go
Like ripples scattered by the wind
Their impact remains
The thoughts that swirl around the docks
Are merely a whirlpool of daydreams for all to see
As we float through the streams of life
And wait for the coming dawn
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Broken
Circles of glass cover the salty droplets as they pour down
The red flares up again
Look away or blot it out
Either option is met with more fire
Pepper in some choice words
Do they sink in to the mind?
One pebble sinks to the bottom
The echo falls across the water
A hand clears the droplets
Sadness turns to defiance
Prove that word wrong
The red flares up again
Look away or blot it out
Either option is met with more fire
Pepper in some choice words
Do they sink in to the mind?
One pebble sinks to the bottom
The echo falls across the water
A hand clears the droplets
Sadness turns to defiance
Prove that word wrong
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Serenity
Sunlight scattered across the waves
The outline of the dock becomes clearer with each movement
Gliding through the water
To paint a picture of the future with the smiles of today
When everything we see can be gone in an instant
What better reason to float by on the current of time and emotion
Dipping your fingers into old memories
Creating the whirlpools that form the new ones
Gazing out against the ocean of green and yellow
A blank slate waiting for the artist inside all of us
What world will you make?
The outline of the dock becomes clearer with each movement
Gliding through the water
To paint a picture of the future with the smiles of today
When everything we see can be gone in an instant
What better reason to float by on the current of time and emotion
Dipping your fingers into old memories
Creating the whirlpools that form the new ones
Gazing out against the ocean of green and yellow
A blank slate waiting for the artist inside all of us
What world will you make?
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Hilf mir
As the song echoes, he grips the wheel and speeds off into the night
Forget the past, the present, the future
Don't remember a thing
Run as far as you can and never look back to anything
The memories of life etch themselves into his skin
Burning deep into his mind and soul
The keys flitter back and forth to create the forlorn melody
The voice reaches out and shouts to the heavens
A single cry that reaches through time
Hilf Mir
As the keys continue to fall, the shout repeats again and again
An eternal catharsis of emotions pours through the night
To forget the world and its noise and neon complexities
To utter that cry
To move through it all
Forget the past, the present, the future
Don't remember a thing
Run as far as you can and never look back to anything
The memories of life etch themselves into his skin
Burning deep into his mind and soul
The keys flitter back and forth to create the forlorn melody
The voice reaches out and shouts to the heavens
A single cry that reaches through time
Hilf Mir
As the keys continue to fall, the shout repeats again and again
An eternal catharsis of emotions pours through the night
To forget the world and its noise and neon complexities
To utter that cry
To move through it all
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Visits
As his gaze lifts to the sky, it appears dark and light at the same time
A paradox that breaches the depths of a mind and shatters the soul
Tears pour out of the heavens and shower the green blanket of earth
The shadows cast by a large stone ripple in the rain
Flowers fall silently as speeches try to grasp the meaning of life
The air fills with an unnatural cold and the voices begin to waver
The car pulls away from the grove
Leaving behind a memory and a life
The tears are still there and his gaze returns to the sky
Behind closed eyes, a single thought races back and forth
The answer is as unknown as the meaning of the tears
But they do not fall anymore
A year later, a warm glow basks the grove
His gaze shifts to the serene sky that remains a tranquil blue despite the peppered clouds
There are no more voices or tears to bother him
The answers to his questions are still out there
Waiting to be found in the sea of decisions and time
But out of the air comes a quiet realization
That no matter what he thinks or does in his life
He will always have those memories of her
And that wherever she is
She is smiling and proud
And with that invisible comfort
He smiles and leaves the grove for a new tomorrow
A paradox that breaches the depths of a mind and shatters the soul
Tears pour out of the heavens and shower the green blanket of earth
The shadows cast by a large stone ripple in the rain
Flowers fall silently as speeches try to grasp the meaning of life
The air fills with an unnatural cold and the voices begin to waver
The car pulls away from the grove
Leaving behind a memory and a life
The tears are still there and his gaze returns to the sky
Behind closed eyes, a single thought races back and forth
The answer is as unknown as the meaning of the tears
But they do not fall anymore
A year later, a warm glow basks the grove
His gaze shifts to the serene sky that remains a tranquil blue despite the peppered clouds
There are no more voices or tears to bother him
The answers to his questions are still out there
Waiting to be found in the sea of decisions and time
But out of the air comes a quiet realization
That no matter what he thinks or does in his life
He will always have those memories of her
And that wherever she is
She is smiling and proud
And with that invisible comfort
He smiles and leaves the grove for a new tomorrow
Friday, May 13, 2011
Polished Memories
I look back at the journeys that I longed for as a kid
It wasn't enough to have a card with holographic ink on it
It wasn't enough to get a cheap plastic toy from the nearest super store
It wasn't enough to hear the music and see the images flickering on the screen
It was about believing that anything could happen
It was about the life lessons that I learned
Trivial, some may say as they shrug
Others dismiss it as childish or idiotic
But those adventures that I never had
Made me long for the future and the ability to change the world
Some things can be learned from people
Some things can be learned from music
Some things can be learned from food
Some things can be learned from books
But the power to learn and improve comes from within
I learned that I could fight to the ends of the earth for anything I believe in
I learned that with great power comes great responsibility
I learned to do the impossible, see the invisible, touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
I learned that I will teach people and they will teach me
I learned to believe in myself, not just to rely on people who believed in me or me who believed in people
I learned that people are meant to be there for each other, not to fight or squabble, but to build up each other
I learned to never compromise, not even in the face of Armageddon
I learned that music was the essence of life
Without it, these memories would just be mere images and voices
I'm still never going admit that Toy Story ended
I'm still waiting for my 10th birthday when I become a Pokemon Trainer
I'm still going to love all the songs that I grew up with
It's part of the adventures I never had
It's part of my dreams and hopes for the future
It's part of my inspiration to do the impossible
It's part of me
It wasn't enough to have a card with holographic ink on it
It wasn't enough to get a cheap plastic toy from the nearest super store
It wasn't enough to hear the music and see the images flickering on the screen
It was about believing that anything could happen
It was about the life lessons that I learned
Trivial, some may say as they shrug
Others dismiss it as childish or idiotic
But those adventures that I never had
Made me long for the future and the ability to change the world
Some things can be learned from people
Some things can be learned from music
Some things can be learned from food
Some things can be learned from books
But the power to learn and improve comes from within
I learned that I could fight to the ends of the earth for anything I believe in
I learned that with great power comes great responsibility
I learned to do the impossible, see the invisible, touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
I learned that I will teach people and they will teach me
I learned to believe in myself, not just to rely on people who believed in me or me who believed in people
I learned that people are meant to be there for each other, not to fight or squabble, but to build up each other
I learned to never compromise, not even in the face of Armageddon
I learned that music was the essence of life
Without it, these memories would just be mere images and voices
I'm still never going admit that Toy Story ended
I'm still waiting for my 10th birthday when I become a Pokemon Trainer
I'm still going to love all the songs that I grew up with
It's part of the adventures I never had
It's part of my dreams and hopes for the future
It's part of my inspiration to do the impossible
It's part of me
Sunday, April 10, 2011
A Modicum of Presence
Nihilism
A thought that spreads like a plague throughout the mind and body
Devouring the meaning of soul while ripping apart the fabric of life
The values of the highest degrade into ash
Reduced by the people that attempt to uphold them
Ants scattering about in search of reason and answers
None are available except the truth of personal interpretation
The creation of quandaries of complex thought are as fleeting as the molecules of air that surround us
A cry rings out and then it is gone
Altruism
But what of the people, the ones who care and try to retain the values?
Are they swept away, without a thought or care in mind?
Ambition does not guide them
Love does not guide them
The motivation of altruism is derived from the lack of values in nihilism
The sense of purpose and need to alter reality for the betterment of all
A being is given a chance in their life
A chance deny all those who believe that nothing will change
That one can make something good come out of nothing
The existentialist catchphrases rings out
What will you do? Why will you do it?
Maybe you don't know why or how or what yet.
Maybe you can't know why or how or what.
To deny oneself the experiences of life is to fall victim to the nihilist tendencies that blanket the mind in a thick fog
We are given one life
One chance to make the world a better place for us and everyone
Take this life, live it, and pierce the sky with it
That all may see the sorrow and joy that radiates within a being
A thought that spreads like a plague throughout the mind and body
Devouring the meaning of soul while ripping apart the fabric of life
The values of the highest degrade into ash
Reduced by the people that attempt to uphold them
Ants scattering about in search of reason and answers
None are available except the truth of personal interpretation
The creation of quandaries of complex thought are as fleeting as the molecules of air that surround us
A cry rings out and then it is gone
Altruism
But what of the people, the ones who care and try to retain the values?
Are they swept away, without a thought or care in mind?
Ambition does not guide them
Love does not guide them
The motivation of altruism is derived from the lack of values in nihilism
The sense of purpose and need to alter reality for the betterment of all
A being is given a chance in their life
A chance deny all those who believe that nothing will change
That one can make something good come out of nothing
The existentialist catchphrases rings out
What will you do? Why will you do it?
Maybe you don't know why or how or what yet.
Maybe you can't know why or how or what.
To deny oneself the experiences of life is to fall victim to the nihilist tendencies that blanket the mind in a thick fog
We are given one life
One chance to make the world a better place for us and everyone
Take this life, live it, and pierce the sky with it
That all may see the sorrow and joy that radiates within a being
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Storms
The rain brings out the past, the present,and the future
It is the torrential downpour of emotion
It connects us to the sky and opens the soul
It reminds us of what is real
What it means to be surrounded by nothing and everything at chaos
A memory of time echoes amidst the chaos
From the sky, to the ground
Rain is falling all around
Thunder, rain, and wind
A song of storms begins
Play a song, a melody
Then everybody will see
The hero of time has come
The lyrics flow back to a song never sung but merely heard
The notes move back and forth in the streams of time
It was an adventure taken long ago
An era of thought stemmed from it
The rain reminds us of such things
It is the torrential downpour of emotion
It connects us to the sky and opens the soul
It reminds us of what is real
What it means to be surrounded by nothing and everything at chaos
A memory of time echoes amidst the chaos
From the sky, to the ground
Rain is falling all around
Thunder, rain, and wind
A song of storms begins
Play a song, a melody
Then everybody will see
The hero of time has come
The lyrics flow back to a song never sung but merely heard
The notes move back and forth in the streams of time
It was an adventure taken long ago
An era of thought stemmed from it
The rain reminds us of such things
Friday, March 4, 2011
Ich Will
He says the words and the curtain falls down
The audience is shown the play for what is really is
Is it meant to astound them?
Is it meant to make them think?
Are they supposed to see?
The curtains raise as the words fall
A jest, one cries out
Impossible, another voice shrieks
A loud voice rings out in a harsh tone
Why?
The curtain is raised and the glare is bright
The audience stares for a moment
The man looks at them, waiting for a response
The performance and the reaction are the same each time
A chorus of chairs squeaking as the people rise up
I don't understand, the first voice says
What should we do?, the second voice asks
The loud voice answers the query
Leave or stay, doesn't matter to him
The audience begins to shuffle out
The minor twitches on the man's face are too subtle
The loud voice comes over and stares into the man's eyes
Who are you?
The man looks into the crowds of people
The man looks above at the ceiling and then down to the ground
The man looks into the eyes of the loud voice
What isn't he?
He is alone with the loud voice.
The loud voice stares back
The sets of eyes are calm and full of pain
They connect and understand
The loud voice rings out
Du hast mich
The other voice echos
You have me
The loud voice yells
Du hasst mich
The other voice screams
You hate me
They stare at each other
The loud voice ends it
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab' nichts gesagt
You have asked me
You have asked me
You have asked me and I have said nothing
I end the refrain and the silence echoes
The audience is shown the play for what is really is
Is it meant to astound them?
Is it meant to make them think?
Are they supposed to see?
The curtains raise as the words fall
A jest, one cries out
Impossible, another voice shrieks
A loud voice rings out in a harsh tone
Why?
The curtain is raised and the glare is bright
The audience stares for a moment
The man looks at them, waiting for a response
The performance and the reaction are the same each time
A chorus of chairs squeaking as the people rise up
I don't understand, the first voice says
What should we do?, the second voice asks
The loud voice answers the query
Leave or stay, doesn't matter to him
The audience begins to shuffle out
The minor twitches on the man's face are too subtle
The loud voice comes over and stares into the man's eyes
Who are you?
The man looks into the crowds of people
The man looks above at the ceiling and then down to the ground
The man looks into the eyes of the loud voice
What isn't he?
He is alone with the loud voice.
The loud voice stares back
The sets of eyes are calm and full of pain
They connect and understand
The loud voice rings out
Du hast mich
The other voice echos
You have me
The loud voice yells
Du hasst mich
The other voice screams
You hate me
They stare at each other
The loud voice ends it
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt
Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab' nichts gesagt
You have asked me
You have asked me
You have asked me and I have said nothing
I end the refrain and the silence echoes
Friday, February 18, 2011
The Sky and Above
When one looks to the night sky it is a common to see thousands upon thousands of twinkling stars scatter in a bluish-black background. We stare upwards, we think we ponder, we question, we reason, we do all we can yet we are still just a speck in the universe. One of the most interesting laws that has been placed upon us that has been impossible for us to change is that of gravity. Throughout existence, mankind has struggled to break the reaches of gravity, to travel into the sky and into space, to take a deeper look into the outside world. We have numerous accounts of people who tried to do so, how they failed at times and succeeded as well only to be brought back to earth.
One of the earlier accounts would be the myth of Daedalus and Icarus, in which these two attempted to escape for the Isle of Crete. Using simple materials and utensils, Daedalus was able to construct two sets of makeshift wings for which he and his son could escape with. After attaching the wings onto his son, Daedalus told his son not to fly too high otherwise the wings would melt in the heat of the sun and also not to fly not too close to the sea so that they waves would not drag him down. There are many translations of the story and its origin but there is one uniting ending that has never changed. Icarus, feeling the wind and freedom flowing through his wings, flew higher and higher until Daedalus could no longer see him. Within a matter of seconds, the wings began to melt and Icarus plummeted to the rocky depths of the sea.
This brings about the eternal question that is asked everyday. Why? Why were we given this boundary that can never be broken? Why are we seemingly destined to always remain on earth? Why do people such as Isaac Asimov create novels about the Great Beyond (besides the money aspect of the situation)? Why is this so enticing? Is it the fact that there is alway something unattainable in the world for us? That there will always be some area where we can never reach? A quote that I heard touches briefly on these questions. "The more we learn about the universe around us, the more we realize how little we truly know." Even though we surround ourselves with new knowledge everyday, we learn something new, there is still so much that we don't know out there.
Humanity continues to seek out what is in space, what is in our skies, what happens inside our earth, how our body changes and adapts to different environments, what actually occurs in space, what will happen in the future, and other such questions. However, there is one problem that we still haven't solved and will not solve if we continue to look forward and that is how we choose to deal with the now. Instead of focusing on what will happen tomorrow or the next week or next month, the present would be a much more healthy and efficient way of looking at things. Too much time is spent on figuring out how to live later instead of living right now. An example of this would be New Year's Resolutions and how this custom is treated. Often times people proclaim that they will take on a new dietary program or work out more but in reality, why did they wait this long? Why choose to wait another 363 days to change something about themselves? After all, they could do it earlier instead of waiting for a set date to begin change. It happens all around us each day yet we let it go unnoticed. Rather than focusing on larger accomplishments and amazing end results, the simplicity of the situation can be solved by looking towards the small ways and small changes that we can make. Whether it be taking time out of your day to enjoy where you are, who you know you can depend on, the feeling that you can be free and that this is who you are can be some of the most relaxing things you can do. Ignoring the past and what happened then and creating a better present for yourself is a much wiser way of spending your time and living your life to the fullest. Though there will be hard times in your life, you can always remember the freedom that you still have and enjoy the silence and beauty of a starry night sky.
One of the earlier accounts would be the myth of Daedalus and Icarus, in which these two attempted to escape for the Isle of Crete. Using simple materials and utensils, Daedalus was able to construct two sets of makeshift wings for which he and his son could escape with. After attaching the wings onto his son, Daedalus told his son not to fly too high otherwise the wings would melt in the heat of the sun and also not to fly not too close to the sea so that they waves would not drag him down. There are many translations of the story and its origin but there is one uniting ending that has never changed. Icarus, feeling the wind and freedom flowing through his wings, flew higher and higher until Daedalus could no longer see him. Within a matter of seconds, the wings began to melt and Icarus plummeted to the rocky depths of the sea.
This brings about the eternal question that is asked everyday. Why? Why were we given this boundary that can never be broken? Why are we seemingly destined to always remain on earth? Why do people such as Isaac Asimov create novels about the Great Beyond (besides the money aspect of the situation)? Why is this so enticing? Is it the fact that there is alway something unattainable in the world for us? That there will always be some area where we can never reach? A quote that I heard touches briefly on these questions. "The more we learn about the universe around us, the more we realize how little we truly know." Even though we surround ourselves with new knowledge everyday, we learn something new, there is still so much that we don't know out there.
Humanity continues to seek out what is in space, what is in our skies, what happens inside our earth, how our body changes and adapts to different environments, what actually occurs in space, what will happen in the future, and other such questions. However, there is one problem that we still haven't solved and will not solve if we continue to look forward and that is how we choose to deal with the now. Instead of focusing on what will happen tomorrow or the next week or next month, the present would be a much more healthy and efficient way of looking at things. Too much time is spent on figuring out how to live later instead of living right now. An example of this would be New Year's Resolutions and how this custom is treated. Often times people proclaim that they will take on a new dietary program or work out more but in reality, why did they wait this long? Why choose to wait another 363 days to change something about themselves? After all, they could do it earlier instead of waiting for a set date to begin change. It happens all around us each day yet we let it go unnoticed. Rather than focusing on larger accomplishments and amazing end results, the simplicity of the situation can be solved by looking towards the small ways and small changes that we can make. Whether it be taking time out of your day to enjoy where you are, who you know you can depend on, the feeling that you can be free and that this is who you are can be some of the most relaxing things you can do. Ignoring the past and what happened then and creating a better present for yourself is a much wiser way of spending your time and living your life to the fullest. Though there will be hard times in your life, you can always remember the freedom that you still have and enjoy the silence and beauty of a starry night sky.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
This is What
Every day is about shattering illusions and problems within our world. So why is it human tendency to create more of these concepts until our entire conscious is filled to the brim with more troubles than one can ever expect to face in life? One little idiosyncrasy transforms into a massive conundrum that consumes hours on end only to be answered in a matter of mere seconds. We state proudly and firmly that not even the largest of obstacles will sway us from our course, yet we continue to spawn more of them without even paying the slightest attention. The immortal words of FDR echo down, "We have nothing to fear but fear itself". The problem with our society is that we allow fear to rule our thoughts, our feelings, even our impulses, and anything else that we attempt to do.
Too much attention is paid to what people could be doing or should be doing rather than simply accepting the answer and moving along in a logical fashion. However, our emotions are far from logical as we tend to rely on our past experiences or our future hopes. If we look too much into either of them, it consumes and changes us. Taking life one step at a time, while having a general plan with cohesive thought, simplifies our societies and reduces stress at the same time. The problem is implementing these ideas, as the old adage goes, Actions speak louder than words.
There needs to be development in humans, in general, to create a more satisfying simplistic society instead of being consumed by worry and pure hypotheticals. Rather than worry about these possibilities and probabilities, our society should strive to find a more solid line of thinking and a more rounded way of becoming more than what we already our. If spend moments simply counting time, we can't fulfill our hopes and dreams and we give up on our life.This is the importance of returning to each day with renewed vigor and ready to go forth, never compromising our beliefs and hopes, not even in the face of Armageddon.
Too much attention is paid to what people could be doing or should be doing rather than simply accepting the answer and moving along in a logical fashion. However, our emotions are far from logical as we tend to rely on our past experiences or our future hopes. If we look too much into either of them, it consumes and changes us. Taking life one step at a time, while having a general plan with cohesive thought, simplifies our societies and reduces stress at the same time. The problem is implementing these ideas, as the old adage goes, Actions speak louder than words.
There needs to be development in humans, in general, to create a more satisfying simplistic society instead of being consumed by worry and pure hypotheticals. Rather than worry about these possibilities and probabilities, our society should strive to find a more solid line of thinking and a more rounded way of becoming more than what we already our. If spend moments simply counting time, we can't fulfill our hopes and dreams and we give up on our life.This is the importance of returning to each day with renewed vigor and ready to go forth, never compromising our beliefs and hopes, not even in the face of Armageddon.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Eighteen
"Happy birthday Foo!" My friend yells at the top of his voice. I roll my eyes and try not to smile for the people. A small grin appears and at the involuntary coaxing due to a hug, I smile a little bit more. And then when its over, it fades away again. My smile is gone, the moments are gone, the memory is there partially. I walk in the hallways and look at the people, crowding the floor as they scatter from class to class. Grains of sand in a giant hourglass. I pass a shadow in the hallway, it smiles and I smile back. It's caught within the blink of an eye and then fades into emotion. I continue on. The smile makes a quick cameo for the people and then disappears just as it appeared. I return home to nothing. A cold, encroaching room. Four walls of the same spot that I've been in for the majority of my life. It grows smaller each day, as the house begins to warp into a new image. Bits and pieces of life are lost.
Phone calls and messages begin to appear. The same words flicker. "Happy birthday", "Have a great day". They are followed by added words. "Can you cover this for me?" "We are too busy today but our thoughts are with you" Nothing comes out of it. I have not changed my position on the issue in 18 years. I was taught that this holiday was wrong, self-absorbing, that only negative things come out of it. Each year I lie to myself that things will be better. Each year the lie becomes weaker and weaker. I sit at my desk and think as I type. I know that the next moves will follow in the same routine as the last. I walk outside and breath in the cold air. The music trembles inside my ears, forcing a step forward. The small steps turn into a fast walk, beating to the tune of the man singing. I remember what last year was like. And the year before that. The faces remain the same. My face and thoughts have not changed. Each year I am told to be happy on this day. Each year the words fall on deaf ears.
Phone calls and messages begin to appear. The same words flicker. "Happy birthday", "Have a great day". They are followed by added words. "Can you cover this for me?" "We are too busy today but our thoughts are with you" Nothing comes out of it. I have not changed my position on the issue in 18 years. I was taught that this holiday was wrong, self-absorbing, that only negative things come out of it. Each year I lie to myself that things will be better. Each year the lie becomes weaker and weaker. I sit at my desk and think as I type. I know that the next moves will follow in the same routine as the last. I walk outside and breath in the cold air. The music trembles inside my ears, forcing a step forward. The small steps turn into a fast walk, beating to the tune of the man singing. I remember what last year was like. And the year before that. The faces remain the same. My face and thoughts have not changed. Each year I am told to be happy on this day. Each year the words fall on deaf ears.
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