DOWSING FOR LIGHT

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.

You can look to others for the things you want in yourself and, when you find them, call it Love. You can find someone who mirrors what you think you are and do the same. You might build up these illusions of perfection and seek them out, settling for whomever creates the best mirage. You can find someone just as lost and ignorant as you so you’ll have company as you stumble into disappointment. You can lie to yourself and thus lie to others, let them do the same to you, until you’ve created a monster that looks nothing like the Love you were after. Or you can know yourself before even trying to know someone else and love yourself before giving it, and you’ll have a much easier time of it. (more…)

I don’t have the brain for blogging, which is why you’ll not see a daily entry here. I’ll be lucky to post once a week. There are many reasons for this. So many people do it better, including my fiancee’, who can take one thought from her day and turn it into an entertaining, though-provoking entry. I also rarely keep track of any interesting thoughts I have during the course of a day. Also, even when I do have an idea, I can become quickly bored with the prospect of sharing it as most ideas or themes has been explored, explained, and exploited by myself and many before me. It’s like sitting in a coffee shop and eavesdropping on a group of people ten years younger, having that same deep conversation on (insert topic here) we’ve all had (or will have) repeatedly over the span of our lives. The need for novelty also effects my writing. (more…)