Mood: calm
Music: Plava Laguna sings the most terrific Opera and then is shot, dies and has four ancient stones removed from her abdomen
Wishing Isn’t Getting..... or is it?
If you wished you were happy instead of expecting whatever you want to buy or have bought for you next to do the job, maybe you’d get there quicker. Why do we set so much stall in our next purchase? The more extravagant it is the better right? It’ll give you more pleasure and contentment than something smaller or less significant? Well no it doesn’t actually, not permanently, it’s a quick fix to tide you over till the next so called must have gadget or fashion accessory.
I’m not being critical of the desire to better yourself, but is that the aim here, to improve myself by buying summat? Perhaps you think that if you have the flash car or the big house or the most beautiful partner you’ll be the person you’ve always dreamed of, have the life you’ve always wanted. i’d say there’s as many unhappy rich people as there are happy poor people and vice versa. But that isn’t true either, as long as you’ve got enough to eat and drink, a roof over your head and enough clothes to wear you’re pretty much set, you’ve got no worries, well nothing that you can control anyways.
Life IS flux, confusion, just when you think you’re getting ahead something comes along to fuck it all up all over again. You’d think we’d be used to it by now really but we’re always surprised by the thing we didn’t and couldn’t ever predict for obvious reasons but not that bothered when the normal becomes boring, every day is monotonous, our schedule is a routine, our life not a journey but more of an itinerary and I’ve never liked those.
I don’t want it all planned out I like to wing it, but once you know the score you can be less ecstatic more joyful in the good times and less engrossed in misery more calm in the bad times because you know one of the other will end eventually. Focus on the good, ignore the bad, have patience and faith that good things will start and bad things will end. IT’S HARD! But if you can manage it, can see the game of life for what it really is, travelling from point A (waa waa, gasp your first breath, piss all over the place, wishing the doctor hadn’t smacked your ass so hard just now) to point B (the last breath, possibly pissing yourself too unless there’s a cure for alzheimers soonish, wishing for a smooth transition from life to death).
So wishing, I nearly forgtotted the whole point of the thing and it turned into a rant slash sermon again, I must stop doing that! If you can’t do, Preach… ;-)
We’ll stick with the word wish but it’s also known as pray and hope and faith.
Ask the universe, god or whatever you want to call it for whatever you want, but don’t make it a commercial purchase, ask to be happy, and I’d hope that you’d ask for things for other people too, for those you love and maybe even for the whole world like world peace, just so it’s not a completely selfish act. You never know, if everyone did that and behaved like they meant it what would happen? The world is full of people who think they can’t make a difference or that they don’t matter.
You can and you do and believing that is fundamental to being able to accomplish anything and everything…
And hey a quick prayer or a bit of cosmic ordering can’t do any harm, it’s gotta be worth it just in case it works surely? It’s a bit like setting your intention, hinting at what you will do to get there and what you hope, not expect to get back in return. Deeds not words. Faith not fantasy (and NO I did not do the Euromillions!). A real desire to do the right thing becomes the courage to do so becomes the act of acting, a self fulfilling prophesy, your script is written by you but the universe legally retains the right to make alterations as and when it feels like it.
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Uncommon Sense
I’ve known things whilst growing up without having to learn them, in other words it felt to me like I’d been preprogrammed, downloaded with a few skills (My oh my, when I first saw the Matrix! Wow, mainly because I’ve always wanted to be able to speak every language in the world, that and fly helicopters and shit without all the lessons cos I’m basically very lazy, were I a superhero it would be my superpower, and flying and being invisible of course).
I’d almost go as far as to say that it’s suggestive of a previous life or something like that. That feeds into the fact that I recognise people I’ve never met. For a split second there can be a sense of recognition when I see random people on the street, it’s happened to me all my life, not every day or anything like that, just every so often. The eyes are the windows to the soul or so they say, which is why when I look at someone I really, really look at them. Every aspect, every nuance, every foible, manerism, micro expression, taking it all in and forming an impression of them, their life, I Lurvvvve people watching. I prefer other peoples comings and goings to my own sometimes.
Maybe that’s why I’m so darned selfless and modest of course.
I know I’m nothing special but I also know I’m not nothing…
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Common nonsense
There is no such thing as common sense or if there is it too is in flux, it’s like a ven diagram and I can’t believe I’m using that analogy given that I despise Mathematics or that I remembered what those things that look like pie charts overlapping are called because I’ve blanked out most of my school days. Apart from sacred geometry, the golden mean / ratio / section is a thing of beauty from nature, it’s there in the swirl of a sea shell, in the petals of a flower and in the expansion of a galaxy so I’ll accept it’s inclusion in the pantheon of Mathematical laws and patterns and anything to do with syymetry which calms me down. I have had an autistic penchant for a sheet of metallic kaleidoscopic wrapping-paper that changes when you move around and the light direction and angle change but I digress.
The overlapping pie chart thingies (ven diagrams) show areas where different subjects, objects, classes or groups of things intersect. What they have in common is the link I’m trying to make to common sense. Some people think one thing, other yet another. Your mum told you this, your friend told you that, dad said something else. You make up your mind what is common sense depending on who you trust, where you heard / learn’t it, how many times it’s been confirmed?
Don’t assume to know anything unless you’ve experienced it yourself.
I make an ass out of myself all the time but that’s my prerogative, if you assume then you’re involving both of us without asking and that’s just rude…
If you wished you were happy instead of expecting whatever you want to buy or have bought for you next to do the job, maybe you’d get there quicker. Why do we set so much stall in our next purchase? The more extravagant it is the better right? It’ll give you more pleasure and contentment than something smaller or less significant? Well no it doesn’t actually, not permanently, it’s a quick fix to tide you over till the next so called must have gadget or fashion accessory.
I’m not being critical of the desire to better yourself, but is that the aim here, to improve myself by buying summat? Perhaps you think that if you have the flash car or the big house or the most beautiful partner you’ll be the person you’ve always dreamed of, have the life you’ve always wanted. i’d say there’s as many unhappy rich people as there are happy poor people and vice versa. But that isn’t true either, as long as you’ve got enough to eat and drink, a roof over your head and enough clothes to wear you’re pretty much set, you’ve got no worries, well nothing that you can control anyways.
Life IS flux, confusion, just when you think you’re getting ahead something comes along to fuck it all up all over again. You’d think we’d be used to it by now really but we’re always surprised by the thing we didn’t and couldn’t ever predict for obvious reasons but not that bothered when the normal becomes boring, every day is monotonous, our schedule is a routine, our life not a journey but more of an itinerary and I’ve never liked those.
I don’t want it all planned out I like to wing it, but once you know the score you can be less ecstatic more joyful in the good times and less engrossed in misery more calm in the bad times because you know one of the other will end eventually. Focus on the good, ignore the bad, have patience and faith that good things will start and bad things will end. IT’S HARD! But if you can manage it, can see the game of life for what it really is, travelling from point A (waa waa, gasp your first breath, piss all over the place, wishing the doctor hadn’t smacked your ass so hard just now) to point B (the last breath, possibly pissing yourself too unless there’s a cure for alzheimers soonish, wishing for a smooth transition from life to death).
So wishing, I nearly forgtotted the whole point of the thing and it turned into a rant slash sermon again, I must stop doing that! If you can’t do, Preach… ;-)
We’ll stick with the word wish but it’s also known as pray and hope and faith.
Ask the universe, god or whatever you want to call it for whatever you want, but don’t make it a commercial purchase, ask to be happy, and I’d hope that you’d ask for things for other people too, for those you love and maybe even for the whole world like world peace, just so it’s not a completely selfish act. You never know, if everyone did that and behaved like they meant it what would happen? The world is full of people who think they can’t make a difference or that they don’t matter.
You can and you do and believing that is fundamental to being able to accomplish anything and everything…
And hey a quick prayer or a bit of cosmic ordering can’t do any harm, it’s gotta be worth it just in case it works surely? It’s a bit like setting your intention, hinting at what you will do to get there and what you hope, not expect to get back in return. Deeds not words. Faith not fantasy (and NO I did not do the Euromillions!). A real desire to do the right thing becomes the courage to do so becomes the act of acting, a self fulfilling prophesy, your script is written by you but the universe legally retains the right to make alterations as and when it feels like it.
-
Uncommon Sense
I’ve known things whilst growing up without having to learn them, in other words it felt to me like I’d been preprogrammed, downloaded with a few skills (My oh my, when I first saw the Matrix! Wow, mainly because I’ve always wanted to be able to speak every language in the world, that and fly helicopters and shit without all the lessons cos I’m basically very lazy, were I a superhero it would be my superpower, and flying and being invisible of course).
I’d almost go as far as to say that it’s suggestive of a previous life or something like that. That feeds into the fact that I recognise people I’ve never met. For a split second there can be a sense of recognition when I see random people on the street, it’s happened to me all my life, not every day or anything like that, just every so often. The eyes are the windows to the soul or so they say, which is why when I look at someone I really, really look at them. Every aspect, every nuance, every foible, manerism, micro expression, taking it all in and forming an impression of them, their life, I Lurvvvve people watching. I prefer other peoples comings and goings to my own sometimes.
Maybe that’s why I’m so darned selfless and modest of course.
I know I’m nothing special but I also know I’m not nothing…
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Common nonsense
There is no such thing as common sense or if there is it too is in flux, it’s like a ven diagram and I can’t believe I’m using that analogy given that I despise Mathematics or that I remembered what those things that look like pie charts overlapping are called because I’ve blanked out most of my school days. Apart from sacred geometry, the golden mean / ratio / section is a thing of beauty from nature, it’s there in the swirl of a sea shell, in the petals of a flower and in the expansion of a galaxy so I’ll accept it’s inclusion in the pantheon of Mathematical laws and patterns and anything to do with syymetry which calms me down. I have had an autistic penchant for a sheet of metallic kaleidoscopic wrapping-paper that changes when you move around and the light direction and angle change but I digress.
The overlapping pie chart thingies (ven diagrams) show areas where different subjects, objects, classes or groups of things intersect. What they have in common is the link I’m trying to make to common sense. Some people think one thing, other yet another. Your mum told you this, your friend told you that, dad said something else. You make up your mind what is common sense depending on who you trust, where you heard / learn’t it, how many times it’s been confirmed?
Don’t assume to know anything unless you’ve experienced it yourself.
I make an ass out of myself all the time but that’s my prerogative, if you assume then you’re involving both of us without asking and that’s just rude…
Jon
xXx
Light n Love
