Permanent Expansion

The idea of this title is that we are forever evolving. Our ideas. Our perspective. Our opinions. It’s no more rational than retaining antiquated beliefs and ideas that don’t serve any of us in modern times. Such as: the earth is flat or the moon is made of cheese.

Politicians call it flip-flopping. I would say it’s more accurately an intelligent empathy and evolvement of our ideas and beliefs. To remain tethered to an idea because it feels familiar/safe, is to stop evolving.

Scientists are at the forefront of such discoveries. They only serve the scientific method when addressing new possibilities. If the results are different than what they expected, they run the experiment again and again. They don’t have an emotional attachment to a belief because it serves their narrative.

Maybe we can all accept the idea that world is vastly changing at a rapid pace and our views/perspectives/ideas should evolve with it. Not compromise our integrity. Or fast-track results to stroke our egos, but to genuinely to understand others before looking to be understood. To magnify empathy instead of bludgeoning others with our stance.

Maybe we can settle into and enjoy the process rather than a fixation on results. And in doing so, hear what others truly have to say.

Tell Yourself

I’ve witnessed it first hand: Someone goes through an experience in life – and whether they enjoyed it or it was a miserable ordeal for them, they chose to remember it differently than what actually happened.

Why is this so fascinating to me? I think it’s because it’s human nature’s way to protect ourselves from our poor decisions. From our past that we would otherwise have a difficult time accepting. It’s essentially a lie we tell ourselves to make ourselves feel better.

I know this because there are family members that have done this repeatedly. I’m sure I do it too.

Why are we unable to accept ourselves faults and all? Are we afraid of how we will be portrayed. Or maybe we would have to look in the mirror and accept that person for who they are that’s staring back at us.

The Long Game

How I long to live in a world of Love

How I long to always come from a place of patience

To give others the benefit of the doubt – always

To default to trust and shower with kindness

Oh, how I wish to share with the world the best version of myself and receive in kind

To be vulnerable with those around me and stand as a guardian in their time of unease

To care

To listen

To really listen to others and their plight

Understand their pain

See from their perspective

Oh, how I long for peace

For grace

For Love

The Power Of Tragedy

911, no doubt will most definitely go down as the biggest tragedy in my lifetime and I think anyone who was around and old enough to be aware of what was going on at the time will never be the same because of it. I know I won’t. Everything changed because of that.

Immediately after the event there was a type of communing that happened – and hasn’t happened since – that instantly distilled the world down to what was important. There was a different look in people’s eyes when you saw them on the street. There was empathy, humility and do I dare say Love. Since then, there are little traces of such progress. In fact, some would argue we’re going in the wrong direction.

Why is it that it takes a friend or family member to be on their deathbed before we’re able to let our guard down and drop our ego in order to connect with them. We’re all fully capable of such behavior right now. Today. In this very moment.

Lord knows we don’t need another tragedy in this world to question our motives and behavior. It’s just perspective. We just need to choose the proper one. We can all do that today. Can’t we?

Enough Is Enough

This is more than enough.

The sunrise that unfolds before me as the indigo sky fades to pink hues.

The silence of the morning with the echoes of the song birds in the distance.

The cool air filling my lungs

The highlights and shadows passing before my eyes.

This moment in time whatever it is and needs to be.

This feeling. This time. These thoughts are more than enough for me.

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