Wednesday, August 05, 2020

Unlocking Life

Key portions of life are spent doing and getting what makes others happy. Finally, the realization hits that what makes others happy doesn't work for you. All those key portions of life were spent acquiring what you don't really want. Too much is invested to turn back.

The real key is the old cliche': Today is the first day of the rest of your life. The only waste is between when you make that realization and decide to act on it. It's never too late... until you're gone.

Tuesday, August 04, 2020

No Plans

When traveling, it's so much more fun to fly by the seat of your pants. Have a general idea of what to see and do, but have no detailed itinerary. See something interesting? Explore it.

From time to time, I used to find myself living like I was on the road. It's been a long time since that feeling found and swept away the static logic and necessities of everyday plans. Maybe it will find me again, one day. I miss it.

Monday, August 03, 2020

Wanting More

Ain't it bad when you've already eaten until you were full, only to see something else delicious and get all hungry again? What is that? It ain't right, I'll tell you that much.

Sunday, August 02, 2020

Splashdown!

SpaceX made another amazing first in space exploration. The Dragon capsule "Endeavor" splashed down in the Gulf, off of the coast of Pensacola, just a few hours ago. For the first time in 45 years a manned spacecraft splashed down. It was also the first time in 9 years that an American craft has returned astronauts to Earth.

My girlfriend and I watched together, although, due to COVID, it was over the phone. She was a few seconds ahead. It was a fun experience, though in person would've been better.

I was a child the last time a capsule splashed down with astronauts on board. As a kid, I had models of all the capsule spacecraft. It was really neat seeing one come down as an adult.

Sunday for Some

Coffee and contemplation on a Sunday morning allow the mind to safely recover cognizance after a good night's sleep. With each sip, a little more of the world is processed. Hazy eyes and thoughts are allowed to slowly clear.

Neural paths of the future and past are allowed to fire at will and create independent thought. Normally filling all the spare time in mental processing, it now has the mind's full attention. Furrows and smiles are allowed.

Today was my Mother's birthday. It was also my parents' wedding anniversary. This is the first without her being here. That's going to be tough for my Dad, but at least he has church to occupy his mind.

Solace isn't easy. Sunday sunshine makes it easier. Annoyances from the real world try to stab their way in, but let the sunshine wash them away.

Friday, July 31, 2020

Afterimagination

Eye strain and times like these make eyelids close and minds wander off. Escape is a temptation that seems to grow more attractive. Mores forgotten, new lines blissfully draw themselves in another set of circumstances.

Trapped in overworked eyes, what's been seen redraws, trying to impose the past.

Keep those tired eyes closed a little longer. Give it time. Trapped afterimages will disappear. Before long, the world is a blank slate. It can be whatever you want.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Hit the Music

TV and social media will break down sane minds. Hebephrenic words emanating from every direction are tiresome. Questions are never simply asked and answered.

All the ears are tuned to hear only information for confirming biases. Everything else is ignored or attacked with more word salad. Agree or be eaten.

Put on some good music. Open your mind. Listen instead of yelling. Life will be better.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Billions

One hundred billion people lived and died on this planet before we arrived. They loved, hated, feared and felt happiness. Matter has been other things, over and over. Inherited knowledge does what's needed; instinct does the rest.

Simple examination reveals nothing more than what was before. Ashes fall and return to everything. Water flows and carries everything back.