A visual aid… May 28, 2009
Posted by Erik Tomblin in Books, Choices, Emotion, Love, Music, Relationships, Writing.Tags: AlphaInventions.com, condron.us
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Life of the party April 5, 2009
Posted by Erik Tomblin in Emotion, Life, Relationships, Writing.Tags: Death, Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky, Poetry
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It occurred to me earlier this year that, in less than two years time, I will be twice the age I was when my mother passed away. I get curious about what she would have thought about my writing. Sure, she read what little I had written back then, some of which was decent for the age I was when it was written. I can only hope she never found any of my terribly bad, love-sick poems from high school — I can’t even stand to read those now. I’m just curious if she would have enjoyed what I’ve written in the past few years. (more…)
Focus! August 10, 2008
Posted by Erik Tomblin in Choices, Emotion, Life, Psychology, Uncategorized.Tags: Choices, Haruki Murakami, Joseph Campbell, Life, Natasha Bedingfield, Positive Thinking
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“For the sake of argument, let’s say all your choices and all your effort are destined to be a waste. You’re still very much yourself and nobody else. And you’re forging ahead, as yourself. So relax.”
- from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
I’m about halfway through this book (really enjoying it so far) and this statement by one of the characters reminded me of another favorite quote by Joseph Campbell.
“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
Note to Self March 27, 2008
Posted by Erik Tomblin in Emotion, Life, Psychology, Relationships.Tags: Anxiety, Apathy, Emotion, Fear, Life, Mustang, personal, Psychology, Relationships, Trust
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Would you argue with your friend if he painted his 1969 Mustang Boss using the extra cans of “Cotton Candy Pink” spray paint he found in the garage because he’s tired of the Bondo gray and just wants it painted already? Of course not. You might tell him he’s crazy, tell him he’s making a mistake, or even make predictions of the taunts and teasing he is sure to endure. But you wouldn’t get angry with him: it’s his car and he’ll deal with the end result, not you. You might have to ride in it, but that’s your choice, so ultimately it shouldn’t matter one bit what he does with that car. And you never know what positive results might ensue; unlikely, yes, but possible.
Focus on what matters. Not what could be, not what you think should be, but what is. It only turns to apathy when you stop caring about the truths in life.
