Getting Over It

As we get older we’re expected to know more, be more wise.  But no matter how old you are you’ll never be perfect.  If you slip up don’t be too hard on yourself.  Just learn from it and move on.

Beating yourself up will get you nowhere.  All it will do is destroy your self-confidence.  This isn’t to say you shouldn’t take responsibility for your actions.  Part of aging is using what you’ve learned to be a more fully developed individual, which means you should constantly be understanding more.

You should better understand the way the world works, how you work and what and what not is of quality human interaction and human characteristics.  We all have different culture, different ideals of what is right and wrong.  Such goes without saying really.  But there are those qualities, those things that humanity as a whole accepts and comprehends as being a part of natural growth cycle of a human being.

There are those attributes people should strive towards while aging.  Some come more naturally.  Some we must push for.  Some are just common sense.  And there are those things we know from within are just right, which are shared amongst man as a whole.

Maintaining a responsibility to uphold these “things” is part of maturing.  If you aren’t attending to these duties as you age, you are holding yourself back.  You are stunting your growth.  So, it can be said knowing when to take responsibility for your actions is a common one of those attributes discussed here.  But, as stated earlier, part of getting older is also understanding that you will mess up.

When you do, don’t be self-degrading in your determination of the fact you messed up.  Accept it.  Take responsibility.  Learn.  Grow.  Move on.  We can only change the way we handle or prevent our mistakes for future instances.  We can’t change the mistake that has already happened.

 

– B

 

Original X: Bach

 

Believe It. Do It.

You have to create your own opportunities in life.  Never expect and never count it until it’s in your pocket.  Words mean nothing to many.  To others, words are of great intent, but can’t always be met.  To few, words bind like blood.

Other people will be there along the way, to aid you, to hold you back.  But push yourself, because it’s yourself that’s going to get you through.  Be smart.  Be resourceful.  Be honest.  Be humble.  Be selfless.  Be positive.  Be firm.  Be wise.

Never stray from who you are, and who you want to be.  Never forget your past, and the people in it.  Have will.  Have conscience.  Have confidence.  Have strength.  Have heart.  Have open mind.  Have understanding.  Have love.  You will rise.

But rising is nothing if you do not hold true….to you.

 

– B

 

Original X: Bach

 

 

 

Go

Life truly is as a river, flowing, streaming across the vast space of our being. But where it shall take us is not completely set.  If we swim hard even, we can battle even the greatest of torrents, the most powerful of currents.

It is in our spirit the river awaits. It is our will the river follows. Once we choose to go against the river our life truly begins. Once we find our way the river’s flow will guide us further.

It challenges us.  It builds us.  It makes us who we are.  When we’re ready, it takes us the rest of the way.

It may seem the same, our journey’s end.  But the journey itself alters every perception, bringing different acceptance, new content, drifting from what we thought we knew to nothing we’ve ever known at all.

Continuum.  Always appearing the same.  But never the same at all.

 

Original X: Bach

Delicate Man

It’s funny to me, lot’s of things, but this thing in particular I speak of resides in macho.  Macho can make a man more than he is.  And it can make him even less depending on the outcome.  Macho lies and it hollers respect.  It covers true selves and it relishes in intimidation.  People will bow to it.  Others will laugh.  But there’s always a thought of, “Hmmmmmm…..”

Women tend to enjoy it, despite their common laughter and hate sessions supreme….wets their lower dreams.  Hell, I’ve even known a few gals to be more macho than most of the macho fellas out there.  Mean girls.  Mean bitches….excuse my language, pardon my lips.  But they get noticed.  They get marked.  Hard.  Rigid.  Cold.  Cool.  Ain’t one to step to.  Macho.

What is it to be macho?  What is it to place yourself amongst the top of the so called “class” of men too proud to submit to falling, or, at least never revealing how far they fell?  Macho hides behind your back.  Macho is in your face.  Macho Man.  Macho Camacho.  Macho my funkin’ nachos.  Mucho, wait….  More.  More, more, more.  More than he is?  Who’s to say?

Only thy self knows how much more you are.  Well, thy self and the everyday people that see through the transparent wall macho braces against, shadowed in the dark, ready to be broken when the soul can take no more.

Funny thing, macho.  It’s a science of its own.  Shiiiit, I’ve studied, even practiced, once….or twice.  Gotten a lil’ stupid once….or twice.  Been looked at with looks of judgment and stance once…..or twice.  You’d think I’d learn my lessons.  And I have.  I’ve grown.  I’ve become, well, more clear…..

It can be fun though….just sayin’.  Good way to relieve some stress…..just sayin’.  Meat-headin’ that shiz up here and there, from time to time.  Hey, no harm, no foul, right?  Right?  Got a problem with that?  Yeah, that’s what I thought.

 

Original X: Bach

 

 

 

Mind Your Manners

The human mind is a mystery…..sometimes.  There are those occasions we cannot grasp even the simplest of concepts or situations.  There are those moments it just breaks down.  But there are also those times that everything seems to just “click”.  We can almost see things before they even happen.

I recently placed the pieces of a vast puzzle together.  This bender has eaten at me for years.  But then, after waking from a mid-day slumber to rest my weary mind, I awoke with an answer.  It was so utterly elementary.  Yet, it had never dawned on me before.  So simple, so very simple…..

Moments as this are few and far between for most of us.  And I will cherish the knowledge.  However, will I use it?  Because the funny thing about the mind is as fast as it can release an epiphany, it can forget strikes of lighting with even more haste.

So, as much as I would like to retain this, or any great piece of wisdom, with time, likely, it will vanish.  So is the essence of the mind.  So is the trouble with being human.

The mind…..our most powerful resource; and, at the same instance, the source of the repetitive nature that dooms us all for placing in it such trust.  Now that is truly a puzzle, indeed.

 

Original X: Bach