the daily mood decides nothing

The mood of the day drives the actions of the day. The consistent patterns we employ starve us of new sights and sounds. We become cushy and locked in our deciding zone. By that I mean we become comfortable enough to look at other people and wonder why they are having so much trouble. Then we state, among trusted friends, the problems of the others while offering no real solution other than to look like we know what we saying in the eyes of the others; those who are hearing us/you but probably not paying much attention. The daily mood decides who will be verbally bashed without them knowing it- and nothing more.

they cannot

One of the many fascinating things about people is how we use words and motion in communication yet rarely comes the day when these words, these movements come to represent our true intent. Too often it seems that what we do becomes far removed from our intended path. From there, we grasp hold of the side-rail and keep our palms slick; hoping for the smoothest ride possible. In time we may find comfort in our choices. In time we may not.
Idealistically we seek the kind of happiness we think we deserve. Yet often through time we miss the point of happiness and how it exists in constancy. It exists in the pleasantries of daily life. It happens in even the most mundane of occurances. It could be as simple as a step over a puddle without pain or it could be as difficult as over-coming an almost unbearable obstacle only to come out even stronger than you were before. Through it all we use words and motion to display ourselves. Those who persue their lives with passion need not observe the actions and reactions of other people. How could they? LLc 98.2

I value

My controlled chaos allows me the devices necessary to exist somehow on this unequal plane filled with value; value being determined by other people mind you. I value a good taco; a tasty soda pop; a shinny new penny, and a roll of quarters. I value friendships. I value a really solid sunset filled with oranges and reds, blues and purples. I value laughter and I value tears. I value the big picture more than all the little ones put together in a bright, sparkling package. But most of all I value the idea, the hope, the dream that one day we can all come together and make one big giant Klondike Bar and just eat that fucker! LLc 98.2