One of the good things associated with blogging or journaling is that the process allows one to download impressions and information that have reached critical mass (to loosely use a scientific term). Critical mass means to me that a buildup has occured and an explosion or meltdown is inevitable unless something is done to alleviate the energy that is being created in a closed container—in this case—the brain. Releasing these thoughts onto a page in a booklet or cyber-space is one way to avoid this kind of result.
Many thoughts we have are benign, which in a pathological sense means that they are not malignant. They come and go and are self-limiting—in other words they are like the wind—some are fast and furious and some are like a slow breeze coming in off the atlantic ocean.
Some of us are comfortable with our thoughts and some of us are not. Sometimes our thoughts seem to take on a life of their own. They cast some people as bad guys, others as good—they create heroes and heroines and fashion a world where we are either at home or feel like we have landed in a foreign land.
I have recently been told—and I tend to beleive it—that people respond to who we project. In other words, if I beleive that I am worthless then you will begin to believe that as well. If my perseption of myself is as a successful person, then you will likely think that as well.
There is cocky and there is self-assured—lets not mix up the two. If there is no real substance behind what I beleive that I am, then I am playing a game with your head and you need to beleive what it is you really see.
My mind is somehow linking what I just said to the Declaration of Independance. How I got there I don’t know, but here is the link.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created
equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable
Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of
Number one I guess is that these men believed we were created. Secondly that there was an equality among this creation.
So here we are—all starting out in the same position in relation to God. This is the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, Jehovah. I know this because many years ago I did the research that revealed to me that the signers of the Declaration were of the Judeo-Christian persuasion. Many were what we would call Deists: they beleived in the creator God but not the redeemer Jesus—but that is another story.
What is the story anyway?
The story is about a man who wakes up one day and finds himself not in the position or place in life that he thought he would be at the age that he sees in the face looking back at himself in the morning mirror.
The story is about a person once again believing that dreams do come true: not just on that TV show where some family gets a new house in a week and a half.
A song comes to me from the vault.
1. We are on the sea of life
Sailing to a better home
Where the saved of all the earth shall abide
Leaving all our trials here
Many pleasures wait us there
When we cross the foam and reach the other side
I remember singing this song in a group I used to play with. A lot of old timey Chrisitan songs don’t so much deal with life here and now as they do with the final destination of the believer. And this has its place. But to focus on the afterlife to the neglect of this present hour is a mistake.
As Sunday morning has rolled around—I am still trying to get a bead on the purpose of this particular entry into the blog-line of my life.
Maybe I don’t have the next verse yet to the song that I have just begun and it is time to let it rest and move on—trusting that when the time comes, I will get the piece I need to finish what I began in ernest yesterday.
What I do know is this: just thinking about taking that bike ride or going to the wellness center to workout is just the beginning. The next step is actually doing it. Sometimes we have to focus really hard and not let the distractions of life keep us from getting to where we know we need to go.