I’m getting there.
Just you wait.
At times, it’s very apparent that I love to talk. In fact, there are times where my brain hasn’t found enough time to throw up the BS Flag before I’ve ran to the next BS-laden subject. Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean that my words are filled with BS, or carry a BS tone, or even give way to more BS, but often I’ve amassed a few layers of BS that even the most grassed-filled cow wouldn’t want to compete with my BS levels.
So, like we talked about, and having mentioned the above statement on BS, I want to express one thing: everything is relevant.
Many of my friends spend ample time in the Land of BS and quite frankly, I’m often impressed that they don’t take the time to make BS more relevant. In other words, acknowledge it. Own it. Become it.
So, when talking through the roof about how much money one is making, or the 10,000 square foot home one is constructing, let go of the premise that your words–no matter how believable or not they are–are as relevant as the Constitution of the United States, or the Magna Carta. Now, I’m not saying that a box filled with lies is equivalent to one of the greatest documents of our civilization, but the character in how the effect of words change how we think is truly the focus in my thoughts.
Everything is relevant.
From the good to the bad.
From the Alpha to the Omega.
From you to me.
So, I’ve been doing some thinking.
Let me be honest, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.
For one, I need to finish this Greyhound book. Secondly, I need to really finish this Greyhound book.
Even as I type this blog entry, my mind is scattered into a million directions. The TV is staring me down, Sammy-dog is quietly waiting for my next move, and a social schedule that will require my attendance is looming in the hours to come.
A scattered mind does not a goal make.
To boot, I’ve yet to write down a single word or syllable in my book today, or yesterday, or the day before yesterday.
So, I have to come to terms and realize what’s important for the nowness in my life. As it seems in this day and age, it can be very difficult to come to terms in an effort to make sure one’s mind stays clear and ready for the next phase. Often, we give up slow pieces of our dream for the greater good of what we think we should have in life.
I’ve learned that sometimes what we think we need may often be misaligned with the things in life we give us the most power.
More to come on this grand self observation.
want is to
of a place
…and other things.
Often, our memories are faded with a clear picture of our past, present and even future experiences. Many times, we’re given small reminders of those glory days where time is filled with molasses, and the days linger like wisdom being handed out in small bites.
I’m often reminded of my childhood through the layers of the day; and if I’m lucky enough, I’ll get many chances to relive those moments as an adult. See, my reminders don’t always come from outside my body, but quite the opposite. They come from the interior inner layer that gets to be broken down and repaired each day I learn, listen, and love. These are the moments of the day I feel the strongest and weakest in the most loving way possible.
These are the moments I’m reminded of myself.