simplicity for one the few

All we want in our lives is to be in a place where it is just fine to find empty space; a whole lotta nothing, a fine place to visit from time to time. The place between someplace and the rest of the world where time moves at a comfortable pace; the place where one day you will remind yourself just how decent and good life can be when you run with the flavorful ones, the tasty ones, the ones who are battle tested and still a whole lotta fun to hang out with. In that location is the furthest place from our isolation and self deprication. 98.2

tree

MMMMMMMMM, I feel so good today. I have an open canvas and lots and lots of paint. My only concern this morning is where to start. I think I'll paint some sky. I'll start with a little blue and mix some white with it until I get the swerve i'm looking for. Now for the ground. Brown and black should do the trick. I need to remember to put some sticks and leaves on the ground. It is Fall after all. Now, for this one tree. What to do. Hmmmm. This is a special tree and it needs to be in a place where people can see it for miles and miles for many years to come. I think I'll put it right here beside the brook. That way it will always have water nearby. Yes, I am happy with that. That is indeed a great spot for a special tree.

you are vital

There is no need to fit into the mold, the expectation of what others believe to be your best bet. There is only one best bet, and that bet belongs to the priority of opportunity from which you derive the most pleasure. This means that there is a focus, a way of doing things that, in the end, will yield the best possible outcome; one in which you find the greatest satisfaction. Because things change, especially if another comes into your domain, priorities change. This is a fact that brings forth new opportunities and/or old ones never realized.
The people around us are no more tapped in to the possibility of success than we are. There is no one general rule or way to achieve the success you desire in your life. There is only one mold for you and it was made specifically for you. Other people may at times try and fit into various molds; this is normal. But one day the rubbing on the side of your body will begin to itch and feel uncomfortable. When this happens it is time to remove yourself from that mold that was not created for you in the first place. That is a sign that it is time to stretch out and let it be known to the world that you have a place here, a desire for belonging to a system of occurrences of which you are a vital part.

whispering wishes

Imagine if you will the perfect day. Imagine waking up bright eyed and bushy tailed as you leap out of the shower into your favorite and most comfortable outfit. You pop the shades on and out the door you go. You have a pocket full of cash, a full tank, and the entire day to do what you wish. I wonder what your wish would be.
I would have the cracks of solid iron shots echoing in the trees as the birds make their usual sounds and gestures. I would have good friends with me all playing competitively. Afterwards there would be good meat and chicken on the grill and pool balls banging in the background blending with the rockin jams being played in full surround sound. There would be laughter for all with movies playing softly till dawn.
There would be a hearty homemade breakfast waiting for anyone who stayed in the whole time: Pancakes, bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, waffles, sausage, donuts, apples, oranges, bananas and grapefruits; every juice known to man and yes, an entire case of diet pepsi- of course.

time bandits

There are feelings and thoughts that refresh the mind and occupy the temporary vacancies that sometimes persist in our daily grind. These feelings are real because they occupy the mind's time that is not always gracious in its reception. The conflict that becomes of it resides in another one that lies on the other side.
The line that gets crossed is old and worn from generations of heavy travelers. The stories and hopes and dreams handed down from past inequities swallow up our new ideas and hold them in to suffer in silent squeezing. The line must be moved and the doors must be opened in order for these new feelings and thoughts to emerge.
Those doors open because others have closed. The walk through will always be long and the time it takes to arrive in style will most definitely vary from mile to mile. But in the end it will be said that you fit fine in your garb and stained it well with a passion anyone could tell.
Our feelings are not measured by their quantity; I have an immeasurable amount; they are measured by quality alone because true feelings will never be fully understood, only pondered and written about. And that is the fun of it all! 98.2 LLc

human condition

How do we quantitatively measure the human endeavor? If it required measurement to include numbers, then why is it that on page one of the research manual clearly states that all experiments including human beings contain flaws that are measurable. The good news is that included in this measurement process is that part of the experiment which deals specifically with the relationship between the unknown, its causes, and its reactionary effects. Beyond that, the clear observable and provable proof of im perfection within the human condition, and all endeavors either alone or in contact with one or more other human beings, is our quantitatively measurable cluelessness that seems to gain strength as we age. Those who earn degrees have supported this idea as they are now socially recognized as clueless and ready for work; hopefully in an important capacity.

satisfaction

Satisfaction, this is the big question isn't it? Our desire to be satisfied is human first followed by our secondary and useless endeavors to derive supersonic pleasure from things made of cloth, plastic or glass. Satisfaction never comes from the gathering of materials. This only promotes the social self which is a total fabrication. We need not belong to any company but the company we find intriguing. Being with people who naturally feed our spirit of self, the one that is hidden away somewhere in the catacombs of our mind's, is of the utmost importance. From there growth is measurable and worthy of contemplation and reflection. Getting to the point where time has run out for those who drain the spirit can sometimes be arduous and time consuming. Looking for the right avenue to pursue is sticky at best. But the whole idea is to encompass a whole life experience without the burdens of those who care not for such things. After all, it is happiness and satisfaction we seek in this often crowded place. Satisfaction always comes on thick at first. The key is to learn how to thin that dressing out a bit before you soak the lettuce pieces. We all know it is good thick, but once it warms up, it thins out naturally. Interesting in comparison. LLc 98.2