In contemplating the duality of words such as “left”…which can mean both one thing and its opposite, such as “five players left, and only four were left”; it became apparent that what should STAY in our awareness, worthy of our focus and energy is important…what is left, must be what is RIGHT.
It’s easy to spot bad behavior in the actions of others.
We tend to think that this alone gives us
a “moral superiority”, and that, if I treat them the same,
Who cares? They’re just an asshole!
Seeing the limitations of others does not give us a free pass.
We see the problem… we see the asshole.
If you repeat the behavior, we’re a bigger asshole,
because we saw the problem, where the asshole is blind.
Assholes exist for one simple reason: they reveal who we are;
Can we rise to the challenge to be better, especially toward assholes?
Or are we just another domino, passing it on?
What a mixture of blessings and curses
this life of ours seems to be
and perhaps how few of us
there are that consider
that it’s perfectly punishing
and wonderfully rewarding just enough
to create the “we” we were destined to be.
We think we perceive our surroundings. We think that are minds are writing the narrative of what is real.
In fact, we are not perceiving reality, but our perception of it; our own
personal interpretation…not a statement of fact…
Observing our observation is the key out of our own personal hell,
and blindness to it…condemns us to its repetition.
Words can cripple, and words can heal.
Wielded in the right hands, they can give the gift of hope, a light in the darkness where none seem to be found.
But only for others; Words are ineffective, or clumsy at best when used to describe or explain oneself.
They will often be taken as grandiose, self-deprecating, or worse…
not heard at all.
In matters of the self, don’t worry about what others think…because its none of your business anyway…not is it under your control.
Let your actions tell the tale of who you are. That will always be enough.
The time will come, the battles… over.
Victories, some, and the losses…bitter.
We’ll remember our adversaries, and those left behind.
Lets hope us fortunate few
don’t fall victim to farsightedness
and forget those who, side by side,
covered our flank, “had our 6”,
and did so not by obligation,
but by their own choice.
I’m tired of hearing the “anything is possible” speech.
All things are simply not possible.
Elephants can’t fly.
But, you can only do ANYTHING that enters your mind.
If it weren’t possible,
you wouldn’t have thought of it.
And that’s OK…
I doubt flying ever entered an elephant’s mind.
The only thing crazier than believing that your worldview is the only one that’s true is trying to convince a person otherwise by using logic.
Always be willing to question the validity of your convictions by testing their credibility, probability…and of course, bias contamination.
The senses and the mind are lovely liars…
Primordial. Incessant. Searing.
We have battled storms all of our life.
In fact storms, infinitely larger, have been waging war for eternity.
If only they would stop…give us a rest.
But storms are the stuff of conflict; the birthplace of growth.
If they were to end, all would end.
We must reevaluate our attitude toward storms.
Bring them on…let the battle continue.
It is often thought that warriorship is about violence, conflict and the hope of victory. In reality, warriorship is about the negation of conflict; its about letting the universe do whatever it will…and we just move with it.
Warriorship is less about combat, and more like an eternal dance with the divine.