one bad thing

There is a pain that does not stop. No matter what I do or say, there is always the memory of that one bad thing. I compare everything to that one bad thing. Lately, I have been falling back to that place where my value inside is next to nothing. When this happens I get a direct view of the realities in people. That one bad thing was a different time; a different place. I am now seeing very little difference between my one bad thing, in one of my bad times, and things other people must deal with-their bad thing(s). That pain never stops and everything else can only apply to me separate from my one bad thing in this time now. This is progress and this is good.

everyone their everything

Growing up an outcast gave me a form and perception predicated upon the idea that reality is indeed a social construction that has been passed down from one generation to the next. It is not of our design and we today are not responsible in any other way other than to perpetuate it by simply existing. Because we are given roles right out of the gate, we are lined up at different points either at the line or behind the line.
Being an outcast I had to get along with everyone, which gave me the ability to see things from various other perspectives. The experience has been thus far fulfilling. Not for me financially, but for me as a person individually. Being on the sidelines has its advantages. Because reality is a social construction, it is easy to read. The actors who play the roles they play, do so while letting everyone know their everything.

no soul denied

Don't turn away because you are getting too go at that. Look back on how you act and see the pattern you follow. Make comparisons to what you saw growing up and see if you are on the same track. If you desire a different outcome, you must first change the view from your bedroom window. You must decide on your feelings on the inside because they are the one's you work so hard to hide. Spend less time hiding and more time persuing that which you desire on the inside parts; the ones that rub your souls belly.

hard to hide, the everyday

We work hard to hide our tragic flaws yet like those who wear too much of this and that, people make clear that which they desire to remain unclear. The ease with which they find themselves tucked away nicely in their minds is a reminder of our place on the human time-line. We all miss something and that search should be the driving force, but it rarely is. For this reason there are many people who will be living the remainder of their lives always wondering but never really knowing; always hiding, always reliving what may be or could have been and accepting that as just one more thing to hide deep inside while revealing it all in the everyday practice of existence.

be u

I arrived in my own resistance awkwardly awake and wishing I was not in this predicament. I did not come here by choice and I have come to realize that; which makes what happens from the beginning only relevant to me. There can be no precedence to follow or no line to walk because those lines were painted by other people entirely who came from another point in history. What they say worked for them may not be the best choice in these days for me.
I did not choose this place. If I had a choice I would be in a place covered in green grass with lakes and ponds all over. There would be trees and hills and valleys to walk through and there would be wildlife everywhere. I would be working all day and night in a job I dearly loved and my play time would seem like my work time because they both would bring the same amount of joy. I would be wearing the lightest most comfortable clothes not made by children in some factory for pennies a day and I would have breakfast served to me in bed by naked women; two of which would spend the hour following breakfast rubbing me down in preparation for a day entirely devoted to the game of golf. But noooo, I am in this unholy place surrounded by unhappy and pissed off people who cannot move in their lives because they followed the painted lines. 98.2 LLC

swifers and cell phones

Do we really need swifers and cell phones? What would life be like in their absence? Would we literally fall apart without them? Would we have dirty floors and empty ears; so much so we would fall away never to be heard from again? Would we die of embarrasment and tragically be classified among the down-trodden one's? What would happen if we had to do real work in communication and cleanliness?

d

There is plenty of ideas floating around on the outside. The same frame others saw through is available at all times by and for all people. But the fact remains that real ideas begin with a symbolic thought that is representative of a vision in the long term. This vision can be cultivated and cared for with just a couple hours a day set aside for dreams specifically. If done consistently, what will happen is the realization that you are worth it.