Get busy living...

Recollecting past times is often an amusing way to catch up with friends, but nostaglia is a dangerous drug. We get caught up reliving years gone by that we fail to make the current time just as memorable.

What if each time we gathered it was a fresh experience? What if the old times weren't the best of times? What if they are yet to come, and here we are huddled together swooning over something that is pale by comparison... We have sixty five thousand square miles to discover and we've just begun! Carpe diem indeed my friends. We only die once.

How do we learn?

What do we learn more from, disappointment or success? In the beginning we plot and plan, formulate and attempt an execution of it. The success of the attempt gives us a measurement, and we reformulate or tweak to correct the mistakes that we made.

Is this the learning curve or when we finally have the finished product and move on the next venture are we then able to say that it was the most valuable? Does the sense of accomplishment and pride or just completion for some, now alter the way or style to which we learn?

 I know both are large factors but I want to quantify which actually has the greatest impact. Perhaps the blog itself will serve this purpose.

Hopeful

Hope. It is the one defining fabric that drives us to the often impossible. Some cling to it, others plan feverishly to never have to need it, but when we all have to have it, our own last resort, we embrace it. Even at the ridiculous, like in the line at the grocery store, I hope I picked the short one, or approaching the light hoping it will not change to red, and least not forget hoping that we left enough time to clock in on-time. It's an amazing thing we do on a daily basis. Is it all just poor planning or are we that desperate?

After all, they are just words...

I often thought of the internet, MySpace, and blogging as a means of selfishness. This has carried on for decades now. It was a means of throwing one's opinion, perspective, or legacy out for display. Like a glorifed popularity event counting counters and checking comments was or is their life. Being a introvert doesn't help with this line of thinking, but it has changed over the last few days.  Before I carry on further, please, those of you who I know prior to this post, please don't think I think less or have thought less of you. You are the most important people in this world, I was generalizing and have to exclude you.

Finally something clicked and said what if no one knows it's you... To keep your anonymity and set free the words. After all, they are just words, but I struggle with that because those words are my thoughts, they are my voice, and I don't share. So who is more selfish?

This was the conundrum I woke up to and glared at as a challenge. With my shield of only a select few knowing who this is, and my shroud of otherwise complete anonymity, it will allow me the liberty to let go of the pent up, garbled randomness and share. I'm not sure how many will care to share garbled randomness... My next question is, with the seven billion people that are in this world, how many of us have thought the same thing?

L•ve

To all of those that I do not know, I want to tell you something, and to all of those I do know; I hope you already know that I love you all. But to those that my eyes have never been permitted to see let me say: I wish you peace, uninterrupted peace that knows no time, that knows no limitations, and is the most welcoming warmth that imaginations can only create. And in this peace, I wish you love. Love unbridled, uncontrollable, untamable so that you may share it with the world you know, and to those that know not your name or face. This love is the love of humanity; the love that one should share with one another because they too know what it is to love and to be loved. I envision the world with people like you that do and know of love. I know you all will find a way to share this with the world and when the time is right the world will know peace and love simultaneously. When that day is upon you smile and give it back, for it is too great a gift to keep solely.



And no... I'm not a Bob Dylan fan...

To explain

Ideas are as they say contagious, however, if it is not in the capacity for the one being entertained by it, or it is not compelling, then they are but words in the wind.

Difference

Change with positive purpose is the idea that progress will be made to improve a process, product, or person.