It’s pretty dramatic. It’s judgement day. This is the day, which makes men men, and women women. You stand tall, puff up your chest, flex your muscles and declare out loud, what you resolve to do in the coming year!
Which means, you declare either 1) what you failed to do last year, or 2) what you never even started to do last year.
So here you stand, huffing and puffing!
“For the New Year 2020 I resolve to do this….”
Before we continue, what exactly is a New Year’s Resolution? I think most of us think of a New Year’s Resolution as a sort of absolute, steroid “To Do” list, but deep inside it’s a flabby “give me some slack” Horoscope wish list.
Yeah, I know: you want to be a Chinese Dragon spewing dynamic flames and clawing your way up the food chain, but you’re deemed by Chinese celestial destiny to be a Goat, either an ambitious Goat or a lazy goat. Still, a goat is a goat. Certainly, it isn’t any where close to being a rip-roaring, fire-breathing Chinese Dragon.
So you resolve to be a Dragon in the New Year 2020? Pretty ambitious if you ask me, with all the traits of a Dragon, clawing your way to the top, and devouring all your challengers along the way! Stuff warrior stories are made of!
But is it you?
Back to the question, what is a resolution anyway?
So look, don’t feel bad if you’re not exactly the Poster Child of the New Year’s Resolution, just keep in mind, you made the list. You’re a Goat!
You have purpose, and in the celestial sphere of the Chinese Zodiac you are right along side of the steroid fire-breathing Dragon!
That says a great deal!
Remember: He or she who avoids fire does not become BBQ. (I made that up myself you know!)
So view the Dragon as your fail safe Master of Wisdom. Be yourself, and capture all the virtue you owe to yourself just because, you’re you!
Happy New Year 2020!!
Resolve to be you! But if you’re an evil hamster, please change right now! Resolve to be good, not evil.
Yes, there is always room for improvement to make life happy or happier. But don’t do stuff that is counter-productive just because it’s vogue to do but it’s just not you!
In the greater sphere of things, whoever you are, Goat, Dragon, Horse, Pig, Snake, whatever, you have a place with others who you can enjoy and be friends with. That’s the sphere of things.
Be kind to yourself. Be gentle to yourself. Be reasonable to yourself.
If you decide the time is right, and the mood is right and you feel things “are right” to make a decision you’ve thought of making, or you’re forced to make, or you’re obligated to make, well, follow your instincts first.
Do yourself a double-take, before you leap (Goats leap I think?), consider the implications, the consequences, the impacts of your decision to do something, or not to do something.
Change for the sake of change, may or may not be wise or true. Sometimes its best to do nothing, and wait and see.
May we wish each other all a good year, to try or not to try, and give ourselves slack to try, and make mistakes so we have every opportunity to learn from making mistakes.
And maybe even, if things are “right” we can incorporate a safe resolution to do something nice.
We made it through another year! Congratulations! Considering the turbulence of these past 12-months, we ought to pat overselves on the back, very gently, for we survived.
As an American, the tradition of looking at the 1st day of any New Year is sobering.
Things that are sobering make you feel sober, or serious and solemn. The Latin root, sobrius, means “not intoxicated,” which is also the original definition of sober. In otherwords, it’s a reality check.
As a senior citizen, depending on your age, the New Year might be a mixed bag of emotions. The sentiments of the joy of Christmas or the Holiday Season may or may not be so universal as we are more aware that the world is a bigger place, and different cultures regard such milestones differently, and more so our sentiments have become shaped or reshaped by our socio-economic realities, the political climate, and our own sense of personal growth and personal defeats.
That being said, we ask: Where are we? Do we regard life in a singular perspective or a multi-dimensional perspective? Is our world so small or so large for us to make any difference, or for us to even care?
The older I become, the more I feel as though I am a space probe about to exit my solar system as I move forward toward the fringes of the Universe. And boy, what I am beginning to see is unrecognizable. Truly, the fringes of this new world as it unveils itself is immeasurable.
So this year, I wish everyone another “reset” for the beginning of the New Year in the year Two-thousand and Twenty!
We have to leave the past for better or for worse, and see what we can do, or will do, or should do, in our lives this year! Or maybe, we can’t do, won’t do, shouldn’t do…anything. Maybe we aren’t in any position to do anything?
This will likely require all of us to rethink and reframe all that we were taught to believe, whether true or partially true, whether we have lived life blindly without question, or whether our life’s outcome wasn’t what we had believed in the first place. And this will have a bearing, on how we proceed into the year 2020 and beyond.
And so it all depends.
It depends if we have freedom or not. It depends if we are free and safe, or if we are in bondage and in danger. It depends if we live in safety, or if we live in fear. It depends if we live in happiness, or if we live in despair.
So why the change of sentiment? Did life’s soulful landscape suddently change from optmism to pessimism? Or has the soulful landscape changed from pessimism to optimism?
At it’s core, let us take a casual look at our mindset and who we think we are.
1.Hopefulness and confidence about the future or the successful outcome of something. “The talks had been amicable and there were grounds for optimism. “Similar: hopefulness, hope, confidence, buoyancy, cheer, good cheer, cheerfulness, guineness, positiveness, positive attitude. Opposite: pessimium.
2.PHILOSOPHY the doctrine, especially as set forth by Leibniz, that this world is the best of all possible worlds.
A tendency to see the worst aspect of things or believe that the worst will happen; a lack of hope or confidence in the future.”The dispute cast an air of deep pessimism over the future of the peace talks. “Similar:defeatism, negative thinking, negativity, expecting the worst, doom and gloom, gloom, gloominess, hopelessness, lack of hope, cynicism, fatalism, depression, despair, melancholy, despondency, dejection, angst, distrust, doubt. Weltschmerz looking on the black side
PHILOSOPHY a belief that this world is as bad as it could be or that evil will ultimately prevail over good.
Is there a middle ground?
In youth, we framed our life as “success” in everything. To be the Top Dog of everything and all else. In middle age, we framed our lives as a “compromise” between what we had hoped to achieve and what we’ve failed to achieve. As a senior citizen, I think we re-framed our lives in doubt and cautious uncertainty (yes, that space probe feeling. Going where no human being has gone before).
According to Jeremy Dean, a psychology researcher at University College London and the author of PsyBlog. For more on how to understand your mind with the science of psychology, join PsyBlog’s 38,000 readers, he says:
“[Studies like this,] is that both optimism and pessimism have important roles to play in people’s lives.
“Being optimistic allows people to pursue their goals in a positive way: to dream a bigger and better dream, which they can work their way towards. Optimists also seem to respond better to positive feedback, and part of being optimistic may be generating this feedback for themselves, i.e. thinking positive thoughts.
“On the other hand being pessimistic may help people reduce their natural anxiety and to perform better. Also, pessimists seem to respond better to negative feedback. They like to hear what the problems were, so they can correct them. Again, part of why pessimists generate these sorts of negative thoughts is that it helps them perform better.
“So it’s different strokes for different folks. Optimism and pessimism aren’t just accidents; this evidence suggests they are two different, but effective, strategies of coping with a complex and unpredictable world.”
“While the Flintstones lived in a world which was a comical version of the “stone age“, with machines powered by birds and dinosaurs, the Jetsons live in a comical version of a century in the future, with elaborate robotic contraptions, aliens, holograms, and whimsical inventions. The original series comprised 24 episodes and aired on Sunday nights on ABC beginning September 23, 1962, with prime time reruns continuing through September 22, 1963. It debuted as the first program broadcast in color on ABC-TV. (Only a handful of ABC-TV stations were capable of broadcasting in color in the early 1960s.) In contrast, The Flintstones, while always produced in color, was broadcast in black-and-white for its first two seasons.
“Following its prime time run, the show aired on Saturday mornings for decades, starting on ABC for the 1963–64 season and then on CBS and NBC. New episodes were produced for syndication from 1985 to 1987. No further specials or episodes of the show were produced after 1989 due to the deaths of stars George O’Hanlon and Mel Blanc. The 1990 film Jetsons: The Movie served as the series finale to the television show. Twenty-seven years later, a new direct-to-video animated movie, The Jetsons & WWE: Robo-WrestleMania!, was released in 2017.”
Perhaps the wisdom gained, is to acknowledge that the past year has ended with two introspective questions: Have I changed? Have we changed?
Whether we are the Flintstones or the Jetsons, as we more forward into the year 2020, we may have to rethink and reinvent ourselves in how we view ourselves and the world (which may be as local as our immediate situation, or as global as our preconceived future or our creative imagination).
Introducing the Great Gazoo from Planet Zetox, sent to primitive Earth to redeem himself by aiding earthlings such as Barney Rubble and Fred Flintstone by granting them wishes. In his first encounter with the cavemen, he makes it possible for Fred to treat his wife Wilma to dinner at the posh restaurant she’s practically bribed him to take her to. But as Fred and Barney will discover, there’s always a down side to Gazoo’s generosity. Written by Morganalee
Once alive, vibrant, full of potential. Now very wilted. Dead.
I don’t feel like a murderer but the carcass doesn’t lie.
My celery is dead. It’s cold, limp, lifeless carcass crys out: Murderer! Murderer!
The cold compartment of my refrigerator vegetable bin, is like the cold compartment of a morgue.
I almost don’t recognize it.
I lifted one of its limbs. It bent. More like sagged, like any lifeless body void of active molecules would sag. I feel guilt. I didn’t mean to do it.
I recollect now. I had given way to fast food. Jack in the Box. Burger King. McDonalds. I forgot about my fresh stalk of celery which i purchased two weeks ago with great intentions. Was it that long ago? Maybe it was longer?
Oh my. Maybe I am guilty? Maybe I am a murderer of celery?
Time waits for no one.
I had an inspiring intention to juice a fresh stalk of celery into a magnificent, life enhancing natural juice of vibrancy, to feed my body with life giving vitamins, minerals, enzymes, molecules.
No matter my intentions. I neglected to follow through. Plain and simple, I screwed up.
The wilted, cold, limp carcass of the celery although still “green” in color, will need to be removed from my refrigerator’s vegetable bin. I neglected it. I murdered it. It’s gone.
This is really symbolic to human aging. Particularly, male aging.
I just read an article that as men reach to the ages of 60 through age 70, they become increasingly grumpy, angry, limp. During the age of their 50’s when most men reach a stage of life satisfaction, this state of reality starts a rapid decline as the reality of physical aging, sexual aging, and mental aging begin to manifest itself in aged facial lines, stiff muscles, body and joint aches, dissatifaction and “last ditch attempts” to regain their source of male prowness.
Eventually, after their last ditch attempts to be the quarterback of their living room sofa, the wise old coach on a field of youngsters, the last beer blast to compete with the younger guys, the derived faux satisfaction overtime just leads to confusion, dissatisfaction, perhaps quiet depression, perhaps even old men suicide.
Tonight, out of curiousity, I googled images of what 50 year old men look like. Then 67 year old men. Then 70 year old men, the age of the article when men experience, “Stay off my Lawn! Not in my yard!” syndrome.
This is supposedly, the window of age when everything seems to irritate and bring out hostilities in some old men. Often, for no reason at all.
The old man is returning home in his car when he notices a young couple walking carefree and happily together with their pet dog on the sidewalk across from the old man’s home. As the old man passes the couple, looks at them and yells out of his car window.
“HEY! Stay off my lawn!’ screams the old man at the couple.
The young couple stunned and shaken, quickly leave. Sadly, their peaceful outing ruined.
The photographs of the old men in their 50’s, 60’s and 70’s. Firstly, my perception has changed. I didn’t think I’d see much “aging” in this window of aged men. But I did. The images don’t lie.
These guys do not look youthful. They’re aged. And so as the article I have mentioned, so do their moods: They get more grumpy. More angry. More frustrated. More dissatified. and sadly, many of these men are clueless about what’s going on. So they just lash out.
A natural phenomenon? Yes. It seems to be.
And I don’t know if this is classic or not, but the old guy will begin to withdraw, retreat, want to be left alone more.
You might see him on a bench alone gazing at nothing except his memories within the matrix of his mind. You might see him slouched over a dinner plate in the corner of a restaurant. One moment, he’s there. The next moment he’s gone. Almost as if, you ask yourself, was he ever there?
In fact, you may not see him at all. The lonely table, leaves no remnants of social interaction.
So the images of these ordinary older men, from at 50 through age 70, suddenly struck me. I’m looking at myself! Even though, deep inside I don’t feel “old”, I honestly don’t feel “young” say as I did 18-months ago.
Something is happening to me.
I feel as though I am reaching to the outer rings of the galaxy or maybe, the outer realms of the Universe, and it spooks me because I have no idea what that place looks like.
Any semblance of knowledge within my mind of recollection feels as though it is the last printed edition of the last hard copy encyclopdia. But who makes hard copy encyclopdias anymore?
I am a realist, I understand obsolescence.
I am making these statements to myself, which define where I am now. What I am feeling this very moment. And you know what? These statements are really questions about aging which I don’t know much about as I approach the fringes of this new world.
In short, in reality, it’s old age is new to me. Knowledge of my prime of life, doesn’t apply to this new age of becoming old.
I have a feeling, as i become old, I will need to learn how to crawl again, before I can walk, before I can run.
My life is changed. No doubt by the gentle fact, that I am getting older and by virtue of this, things in and around my life isn’t the same as when I was in my prime. But I think, it’s very important to reflect upon these realities.
As I age. I become somewhat by default. Alone.
As I age. I become somewhat by choice. Isolated.
I gaze alone.
I eat alone.
I sleep alone.
By alone does not mean, lonely. While yes, sometimes feeling of loneliness permeates, it is not something at all regular.
And that’s the point. Time waits for no one. Things change over time. We’re a bunch of celery.
No, I don’t need an erection pill. But Christine thinks I do!
I do not know who Christine is. We have never met. So there is no way we were ever intimate. I just want to make this clear.
In advertising, Christine could be an 80-year old woman copywriter, or someone younger, or she may even be a man!
In advertising the source isn’t as important as the content. As long as the message is delivered and behavior changed in favor of the advertisement objective, that is the desired outcome.
So Christine thinks I need to buy a pill to make my erections huge, long-lasting, and male ego flattering!
I delete these emails from Christine. Not that I don’t appreciate it, for cutting edge scientists generally, are not moralists but their products can be earth-shattering. So I’m not judging.
But I sort of get bemused when Christine emails me but if she keeps it up, she may succeed in causing not loss of erection, but maybe loss of ego! So Christine, if you’re reading this, please stop it!
There’s nothing moral or immoral about an erection. It’s all over the earth, within and of species. You know all about that.
Anyway, despite that, Christine emails me weekly her latest encouragement to get huge erections. I don’t know about women, but I think males generally make light of their erections or lack of or anything in between. For the most part, I do not think mainstream males talk about it.
I mean, it’s not like males meet up for lunch and talk about their erections over spaghetti meat balls and huge pork sausage right? Of course not.
So I don’t know who Christine is. The point about this morning’s thought is that erectile dysfunction or erectile dissatisfaction appears to be a topical issue that isn’t taboo anymore. It seems to be something affecting mostly older males but younger males too. Some inexplicable reason(s), although theories abound.
I have a friend who is older than I am and many year ago, when Viagra commercials could be seen on television as well in Women’s Magazines, with Martha Stewart’s latest recipe, I suppose the Advertisers were trying to convince women, that erections weren’t a female problem so any dissatisfaction shouldn’t be blamed on them. So give science a try! Fair enough.
I’m not moralizing, I am just telling you this story. So my older friend who is generally sweet and innocently cheery just blurted out to me one morning, “My husband tried Viagra! It really works!!”
I was totally unprepared for this! I was stunned actually. I wasn’t sure what to say except, “Wow! That’s good. I guess!”
I wanted to tell her, recent studies show this particular name brand has deadly side effects, one of which may not be deadly but maybe difficult, because there were cases where an erection lasted hours, aka as several hours without subsiding! Long after the lust subsides.
It’s stuff you can’t help grin and smile, you know what i mean?
I wanted to remind her, I think there are other natural alternatives to consider.
Perhaps times have changed: Sexist advertising is frowned upon nowadays, but advertising for male erections, dysfunctional or not, doesn’t seem to be?
Perhaps, if it’s really a problem experienced by millions of men, having advertisements speak for ordinarily quiet men who don’t feel comfortable talking about it, provides a neutral voice.
More than 3 million US cases per year. Treatable by a medical professional. Usually self-diagnosable. Lab tests or imaging rarely required.
Chronic: Can last for years or be lifelong Erectile dysfunction can be a sign of a physical or psychological condition. It can cause stress, relationship strain, and low self-confidence. The main symptom is a man’s inability to get or keep an erection firm enough for sexual intercourse. Patients suffering from erectile dysfunction should first be evaluated for any underlying physical and psychological conditions. If treatment of the underlying conditions doesn’t help, medications and assistive devices, such as pumps, can be prescribed. Consult a doctor for medical advice.
Some treatments for erectile dysfunction can include natural herbs and remedies. However, when seeking a natural remedy, a man should be cautious and understand the possible risks associated with certain natural cures.
Erectile dysfunction (ED) is the inability of a man to achieve an erection suitable for sexual intercourse. The condition can be difficult for a man to deal with because it can cause embarrassment and insecurity due to an inability to perform sexually.
Fortunately for men with ED, there are a number of medications, treatments, and therapies that may prevent ED from becoming a long-term condition.
The most common natural remedies for ED include those derived from plants and herbs, which some cultures have used for many years. Although there have been very few studies conducted on the safety of these natural remedies, some of them have been found to have side effects that vary from mild to severe.
Ginkgo may work as a natural remedy for erectile dysfunction as it may increase blood flow to the penis.
Some natural remedies include:
L-arginine: Some evidence suggests high doses of L-arginine improve erectile dysfunction by helping blood vessels to open wider, which improves blood flow to the penis. Side effects are generally considered mild but may include cramps, diarrhea, and nausea. L-arginine should not be taken with Viagra, a prescription drug that treats ED.
Propionyl-L-carnitine: Some studies show that propionyl-L-carnitine, when combined with Viagra, could improve erectile function better than when taking Viagra alone. Propionyl-L-carnitine is generally considered safe when used under supervision of a doctor.
Dehydroepiandrosterone (DHEA): There is some evidence that suggests that DHEA increases libido in women and has a positive effect on men with ED. DHEA appears to be safe at low doses, however, it may cause acne in some cases.
Ginkgo: Ginkgo may increase blood flow to the penis, which could improve sexual desire and ED. However, this supplement might increase the risk of bleeding. People who are taking blood thinners or who have a bleeding disorder should speak to their doctor before taking gingko.
Ginseng: There are several types of ginseng available. Many of them have been shown to have a positive effect on ED. Some forms of ginseng may have negative side effects including insomnia.
Yohimbine: The main component of an African tree bark, yohimbine is probably one of the most problematic of all natural remedies for ED. Some research suggests that yohimbine can improve a type of sexual dysfunction that is linked with a drug used to treat depression. However, studies have linked yohimbine to a number of side effects, which can include anxiety, increased blood pressure, and a fast, irregular heartbeat. Like all natural remedies, yohimbine should only be used after advice and under supervision from a doctor.
Horny goat weed (epimedium): Supposedly, there are substances in the leaves of this herb that improve sexual performance. Epimedium has not been studied in people, and there are some suggestions that it might affect heart function.
Certain activities or lack of activity can have an impact on ED, so before trying medications or natural remedies for ED, a man could consider making some lifestyle changes.
Some lifestyle changes to consider include:
Exercising regularly: Regular exercise has proven to be effective in improving overall health. For ED, the improved blood pressure, blood flow, and overall health benefits may drastically reduce the risk of a man having or developing ED.
Eating healthful food: In a similar way to exercise, eating nutritious food may help reduce the risk of heart disease, clogged arteries, and diabetes, which are known risk factors for ED.
Quitting smoking and reducing alcohol intake: Both of these activities bring a number of potential health risks, including ED. Reducing or eliminating these activities may help stop ED problems.
Reducing stress: A man can have issues with sexual performance if he is overly stressed. Stress can come from a variety of circumstances including work, finances, and relationship troubles. Finding ways to cope with these issues can help reduce stress and may improve ED.
Continuing to engage in sexual activities: Stimulating sexual activities that lead to even partial erections may have a positive impact on ED. The increased blood flow to the penis may help to stimulate and improve function over time.
Alternative therapies and medications
Currently, there are few studies available to suggest the effectiveness of complementary and alternative therapies and medications. One study compared database samples of different alternative therapies and medications including acupuncture, ginseng, maca, and yohimbine.
The study indicated that there is some evidence to suggest that ginseng and yohimbine may offer some benefits to ED. However, insufficient evidence exists to prove either acupuncture or maca have a positive impact on ED.
There have been some studies to suggest that a placebo effect that improves ED may work for some men. One study found that men taking an oral placebo pill showed as much improvement in ED symptoms as men who took actual medication to improve ED. Conversely, men who were given therapeutic suggestions to improve ED did not see signs of symptom improvement.”
Nitrix Oxide obtained from fresh red beets and other natural sources.
5 Ways Nitric Oxide Supplements Boost Your Health and Performance
Nitric oxide is produced by nearly every type of cell in the human body and one of the most important molecules for blood vessel health.
It’s a vasodilator, meaning it relaxes the inner muscles of your blood vessels, causing the vessels to widen. In this way, nitric oxide increases blood flow and lowers blood pressure.
Supplements that increase nitric oxide in the body make up one of the most popular supplement categories today.
These supplements don’t contain nitric oxide itself. However, they contain compounds that your body can use to make nitric oxide and have been shown to provide many benefits for health and performance.
Here are 5 health and performance benefits of taking nitric oxide supplements.
When taken together, L-arginine and Pycnogenol also appear safe (9Trusted Source).
SUMMARY Nitric oxide plays an important role in erectile function. Several supplements, including L-citrulline, L-arginine and Pycnogenol, have been shown to increase levels of nitric oxide in men with erectile dysfunction (ED).
A form of L-citrulline called citrulline malate not only increases nitric oxide production, but also decreases muscle soreness.
Muscle soreness is an uncomfortable experience that tends to occur after strenuous or unaccustomed exercise (10Trusted Source).
This soreness is referred to as delayed-onset muscle soreness and usually feels the strongest 24–72 hours after exercise.
In one study, 41 people were randomized to receive either 8 grams of citrulline malate or a placebo one hour before performing as many repetitions as possible on a flat barbell bench press (11Trusted Source).
Those given citrulline malate reported 40% less muscle soreness at 24 and 48 hours after the exercise, compared to those who took the placebo.
Citrulline malate increases nitric oxide production, which increases blood flow to active muscles. In turn, citrulline malate is thought to increase nutrient delivery and clear waste products that are related to muscle fatigue, such as lactate and ammonia (12Trusted Source).
However, a later study on the effects of citrulline after leg exercises did not find citrulline malate helpful for the treatment of muscle soreness (13Trusted Source).
One explanation for this difference in findings is that the people in the leg exercise study were given 6 grams of citrulline malate, which is 2 grams less than the previous study.
Therefore, the ability of citrulline malate to decrease muscle soreness may depend on the dose and exercise. However, more research on this is needed.
SUMMARY Citrulline malate is a form of L-citrulline that may help alleviate muscle soreness by increasing nitric oxide. The dose and type of exercise may affect the ability of citrulline malate to decrease muscle soreness.”
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Here’s the scene: I’m sitting on a table for one, well, it could be a table for four but it’s just me, so it’s just One. My fingers gently hold the crystal clear flared shot glass filled to the brim with chilled Emergen-C with Vitamin D (citrus flavor) so yeah, I like it strong to combat those nasty free-radicals. I no longer sip on Jack Daniels or Barcadi rum anymore but at least I still have an imagination to pretend.
They say, as we get older, we regress to our younger years. I guess, I don’t mind play’in youthfulness again.
This morning’s thought is about personality changes as we get older.
Nowadays, it seems I seem to lean toward being more introverted, while other times I seem to be more extroverted. A lot of times the shift depends on who I am with.
I thought perhaps, this was due to being single and retired, and then I thought perhaps it was all due to the aging process. Then again, perhaps it has to do with all these things of just being human in this day and dealing in contemporary times.
But I’ll also mix thoughts about aging and time, and which has nothing else to do with being an Innie-Outtievert but it’s on my mind so I’ll just drift in and out.
I just want you to know, it’s deliberate and not senility.
the condition of being senile.”the onset of senility”synonyms: decrepitude, infirmity, feebleness, unsteadiness, senescence, decline, old age, dotage, second childhood, confusion, Alzheimer’s (disease), senile dementia;
As a teenager, I used to read the daily astrological forecast in the newspaper. I would anxiously seek daily confirmation of what my day would be like and how I should react to these daily events.
While reading, I wondered daily: Who Am I?’ Do i really have traits of a Greek Capricorn, or do I have traits of a Chinese Dragon, am I an introvert, or am I an extrovert?
As I get older, I’ve noticed I’m neither an introvert nor an extrovert. Instead, I think I am as confused now as i was when I was younger, but most definitely I am more accepting of who I am even though I get anxiety when asked: What astrological sign are you?
Uhhh, is there such as thing as an astrological borderline bipolar personality?
Let me take another shot of Emergen-C.
At this very moment, I’m a self-professed “Innie-Outtievert”. When it comes to my personality, I am good with being indecisively, situation-ally both introvertie and extrovertie. And once the effects of the vitamins, antioxidants and electrolytes wear off, who knows, astrologically I may just be what i was last week Monday and what I will be next week Friday.
I don’t consider myself “old” although I make excuses that I’m merely older. Deep inside, I am still capable of being the entire spectrum of a rainbow through misty rain and iridescent sun rays of the sun.
Still just recently, say for the past 3-decades or so, I have been paying more attention to myself by looking in the mirror of avoidance in a desperate futile attempt to disprove the physical reality of aging.
It’s funny. Nowadays, in the mirror, my reflection doesn’t say, “Man! You look great!”
Instead my reflection says, “You look like when I remember that time when you were in youthful love.”
My reflection says, “It’s not about looks, but it’s all about your state of emotions. Stay in touch with your emotions.”
Age marks are like the young lady next door who is kindly polite to me just because she’s her naturally friendly, courteous self bringing sunshine into other people’s lives. Makes sense considering she’s probably in her youthful twenties or early 30’s. I remember being that too!
Age marks like youth, is a reminder of once upon a time ago, and present time transitioning onward. We are what we are. Time is what it is.
So it’s 6:45 am Sunday and I feel awake for a change. Never mind that I’ve probably slept for 12-hours give or take 12-hours, because I sort of remember dozing, but don’t really remember what time I really slept.
To avoid being pinned for being forgetful aka “senior moments”, I just tell myself, no worries, don’t be tied to the clock. It’s another morning and in twelve hours, it’ll be another night.
Since we’re talking not being tied to the clock, maybe seniors ought to re-frame their concept of time and base time on seasons instead?
“Hey what time is it? It’s Spring of course!!”
You realize, dogs don’t wear paw-watches. They get up when you get up. They sleep when you sleep. They actually never seem to sleep but according to studies, dogs sleep a lot more than you think they do.
In fact, dogs sleep when you’re not really paying attention to them, such as when you can’t because you’re at work, or busy with your life.
That’s why if you were a dog, with lots of sleep quota you’ll always greet your significant other in a jump happy sort of way! Globs of unconditional love with bright eyes and happy smile! Miraculously, 24/7. Your significant other would be sooooo happy! And if your significant other did the same, so would you!
As we end this morning’s thoughts, may I wish you lots of sleep everyday, be happy as a dog, accept those little age marks, just be your happiest self so you and others may enjoy happier days.
I hate to say this, but I’m stuck in the fraternity of stigma. STIGMA OF STIGMA.
The non-collegiate organization of life where Alpha and Omega is where I ended up: Stuck in the middle between the Beginning and the End.
It’s like being a piece of bologna stuck between two halves of country bread. Sort of there, sort of occupying something, sort of serving a purpose, sort of being ignored, sort of living on a pantry shelf waiting for a bologna lover to take notice of me.
I hate to say this, being divorced in the faternity of STIGMA OF STIGMA, you live alone. There’s no booze, no romanticized John Belushi, just the Blues Brothers of me, myself and I.
Being divorced is stigmatizing. Nearly a decade ago, I never struggled to fill in the martial status block of any form: Single. Married. Divorced. Separated.
Being divorced I struggled to fill in the block: Single or Divorced.
The toga party in my head played brain games. Slurred, “Isn’t that the same?”
” A toga party is a Greco-Roman-themed costume party where attendees wear a toga with sandals. The costumes, party games, and other entertainment often adhere to the Roman or Greek theme. Wikipedia”
“Divorce sounds so Omega”.
“Single sounds so Alpha”
Why don’t the Fed revise the blocks: Very happy. Somewhat Happy. Not too happy. Confused.
That would make things simpler.
Some casual friends who are very strict religious people adhere to the rigors of their religious doctrine. They live in the realm of blocks: You are single. You get married. You do not divorce. If you divorce, it’s bad news. If you divorce, you are an outcast and a resultant stigma will never let you forget that.
It doesn’t matter if you called it, or your spouse called it. It makes the flock nervous. So mostly, you’re labelled. You’re stigmatized. Frankly, that’s just the beginning of being stigmatized by the old world itself.
People are funny. What’s the first thing most people think when they hear that someone is divorced?
Yep. The chorus sings: “Ohhhhh?” “Ahhhhhhh?” “Hmmmmmmm?”
By contrast, you’ll never hear anyone say: “You’re divorced? That’s soooo beautiful! That’s soooo wonderful! It just brings back warm and fuzzy memories of my divorced day!”
People are funny. What’s the second thing most people think about when they hear that someone is divorced?
Yep. The chorus sings again: “Ohhhhh?” “Ahhhhhhh?” “Hmmmmmmm?”
Behind the polite smile you hear their thoughts. They’re thinking, I wonder why? I wonder who called it? It must have been this. It must have been that. Oh my! Was it criminal? Was it weird? Did he? Did she?
Or maybe, they were as weathered fallen leaves drifting down the flowing river, caught between ebbing white water, drifting apart, until they were too far.
Run from the divorced! Hide the children! Hide your spouse! Just hide!
I looked at the form. The Stigma blocks: Single. Married. Divorced. Separated.
What do I put down?
The lady next to me looks so peaceful, understanding, nurturing. Someone maybe I could share a warm cup of coffee over some rainfall on a dark and stormy night…
I mean, what do I say to this total stranger: “Hi, excuse me. But could you help me fill in these stigma blocks?
No. that doesn’t sound too good.
What about an honest approach: “Hi, excuse me. I’m divorced. Are you single, married, divorced or separated?!”
“How about a cup of rainfall over some coffee on a not so dark and…maybe, not so stormy night…or uhhh afternoon…or maybe on a bright sunny day in the courtyard with tons of people protecting you?
I know. RUN! HIDE!
The faternity of STIGMA OF STIGMA is no toga party. You won’t find John Bulusi’s Blues Brothers here.
For those who are divorced or about to be or need to be, and learning and struggling with it or through it, prevail. There is an end. More importantly, there is a beginning.
Be true to your inner self. Time is on your side. Allow yourself lots of time. Seek support, understanding, kindness and love.
Alpha (Α) and omega (Ω) are the first and last letters, respectively, of the classical (Ionic) Greek alphabet. Thus, twice when the phrase “I am the alpha and the omega” appears it is further clarified with the additional phrase, “the beginning and the end” (Revelation 21:6, 22:13). The first and last letters of the Greek alphabet were used because the book of Revelation is in the New Testament, which was originally written in Greek. Source: Wikipedia.
They’re all around us. Birds, dogs, cats, tigers, humans. Chickens.
What separates the species is our developed sense of survival, and for humans; our sophisticated sense of masking realities sometimes known as bullshit.
Although I don’t speak bird nor dog nor cat nor tiger nor chicken, I believe when an aberration occurs within their pecking order, they generally will say cynically, “Oh crap! This is bullshit!”
I think in general as a species, we do the same.
In a simplistic sense, being different in old age is in itself not a bad thing as long as you keep to yourself. Courteous tolerance mostly prevails in a bus full of people which is no different than being in a dirt yard full of chickens.
In a not so simplistic sense, striving to be different is a bit sketchy if you’re striving to be different in a crowd. Striving to be different in a bus full of people generally encroaches personal space of people that will challenge their ire.
In all fairness with regard to the diversity of simplicity, the venue makes all the difference here.
The point here, is by observation, we live in a world of a prescribed pecking order. And this truism is especially pervasive for us older Seniors.
Within any realm of species, real or perceived, there is an under current of the pecking order which exists to establish order, expectations, and boundaries. It’s not to say that it’s all fair or all good but probably all founded on the premise of survival of the species.
Most species recognize that the one with the biggest muscle and the longer teeth, and often the most twisted-mind is not to be messed with as by now, it makes no sense to be “dead right” or “dead wrong” just to prove a point. Generally, most people understand the pecking order of things and try to stay out of harms way to ensure our survival.
In a simplistic sense, in the realm of being old, “seniors” are perceived to act and live within the sphere of reality perceived by others as acceptable.
It’s safer to be among the flock of old chickens. Generally, seniors find safety and acceptance within the same and generally recognize the pecking order even within this.Seniors are basically are left alone (not neglected) in the spirit of “Live and Let Live”.
By the time we become “seniors” we’re either regarded with courteous grace if we fit the bill of senior conformity, or regarded in utter contempt, if we dare to be different blasting society’s belief or expectation of how a senior should be.
The wild card is how far society tolerates its expectation of what seniors look like, how seniors behave and whether or not seniors co-exist in a society driven by a pecking order. Seniors by most expectations are expected to be quaint, quiet, gentle, non-judgmental (wiser) and oblivious to other species in the field of life.
Within the pecking order the senior chickens are expected to know their place, know their space, and pretty much stay there.
Within the pecking order old chickens and old hens just don’t tread on others particularly the younger, more dominating of the pack.
There was a brief time decades ago, between feeling youthful and feeling older, when for an inexplicable reason, the sight of old men bothered me. I don ‘t mean they “bothered me” like being the proverbial dirty old man, but more succinctly, they bothered me in the way of how they walked, behaved, and generally had an air like they can do anything they want and be excused for it because, just because they’re a senior.
This irritated me to no end. In the pecking order of things, these renegade old chickens seemed to me, were flaunting their self-pity and selfish entitlement. Perhaps this appeared to be senior arrogance.
It was seriously, easy to exclaim: Hey man! Senior Discounts doesn’t equate to Senior Liberties! Stand in line like the rest of us!
Do you get turned on when a old guy acts like a young stud? Or how about an old woman acting like a young stud-dette?
I recently saw an advertisement of a senior man who discovered an age-defying pill to make his body muscular and in world of body-building definition: Ripped!
I was impressed! But while his body was huge, muscular and ripped, his head was aged! It looked like a classic Frankenstein head-transplant.
Fortunately in the context of the advertisement, he was a living example of muscle revitalization, not senior libido gone wild.
I’m no expert on horny chickens or young-at-heart old horny men or old horny women but in the pecking order of things, old horny chickens running amok in a yard of young chickens and hens just seems perverted.
” The original use of pecking order referred to the expression of dominance in chickens. Dominance in chickens is asserted by various behaviours, including pecking, which was used by Schjelderup-Ebbe as a measure of dominance and leadership order. In his 1924 German-language article, he noted that “defense and aggression in the hen is accomplished with the beak“. This emphasis on pecking led many subsequent studies on fowl behaviour to use it as a primary observation, however, it has been noted that roosters tend to leap and use their claws in conflicts.
“The term dominance hierarchy is often used for this type of social organisation in other animals.
I’m told I’m a spiritual type. This probably means people who care about me, want me to have a place in this world and in my afterlife.
It tells me, they are telling me it’s okay I don’t do Church, I don’t do bible study, I don’t confess in front of other people to prove my commitment.
It tells me, they accept the fact that in my own search in understanding the fragility of humankind, I found also the brutality of our species as well as the capability of our species to love and endure.
It tells me, they understand my search to decipher doctrines, oral history, myths, prejudices, hate, decimation of other civilizations in the name or guise of a religion.
You can’t blame the barbarism of a civilization of any age, collectively or singularly. As a species, we’re full of defects. History just shows our egotism won’t give in. We’d rather decimate than admit fallacy.
Who cares if the broken skull found in an urban alley is deemed a crime scene or an archaeological relic of historic preservation?
Who cares if the broken skulls in the Catacombs of Paris or the catacombs of Cambodia are evidence of a finality we as a species will all succumb to?
Does it matter if such demise is driven by religion, prejudice, or something else more insane?
I happen to believe and do things with care about human kind and animal kind. I happen to care and empathize with too many people, too many situations, too many if’s and but’s, too many emotions.
When they cry, I cry. When they laugh I laugh. I feel sorrow, I feel fear, I feel anxiety, I feel loneliness, I feel anger. I feel like a sponge sometimes, soaking up stuff until I’m brimming with carrying too many loads emulating from too many people.
When is it that you have a feeling that carrying too much is too much. When is it that you feel as though you’re running out of fuel, your tires are worn and going flat, your ride is bumpy, slow, over burdened?
How do you tell someone you’re dying?
It’s said animals know when they’re dying and so do people.
An encyclopedia could fill up volumes of opinions, study, research into this so I won’t pile it up here. After all, knowing when you are dying begins with yourself. It begins with your inner self first.
It begins with an inkling. It begins when your buzzer for your Extra Sensory Perception suddenly chimes and in a rare occasion you don’t apply any gauge of skepticism. Instead, it’s an Ohhhh moment!
It begins with a sense of wondering if there is any sense to immortality.
Is there any rationale to immortality?
It begins when we realize, recorded history speaks of immortality but no one really knows of our outcome relative to it. Some may profess to know, and for those who do not, how much do we pull hair because we don’t?
It’s easier to be sheepish and just believe because the flock follows. Why so? Because they’re told to!
Either the enlightened or the insane speak of immortality. How in hell do we really know?
In all honesty, for the rest of us who don’t know, it’s just easier to just follow what sounds good to us? We are ever so hopeful, we will have a place among the Olympians.
Just having faith doesn’t cut it. Are we so pompous to believe our own immortality is a given just because secretly we want it so badly? Do we regard such immortality as a secret reward or secret entitlement?
Do we ever wonder if such desire may be delusional, or insanity fueled by own our selfish reasons to grant ourselves immortality?
Have you ever asked anyone who believes in immortality what they plan to do after they die?
Have you ever asked anyone who believes in immortality what they plan to do after their body is either buried or cremated or just left out to dry in the woods or out to sea?
If general human consensus is any indication, what concerns most humans is what kind of funeral they’re going have, how they will look, what kind of food will be served. Mostly, it’s stuff oral history is made of. Beliefs of what was passed down through generations. Never questioned, mostly just followed through.
Does immortality begin or end with a gorgeous funeral?
Do those who profess their own immortality know for certain what happens in their afterlife, do they know for certain that they are deserving to serve their Master be it spiritual or religious, or cult?
From what I have been told, they really don’t if they’re rational. This is a glaring contrast to those who chime away that their immortality is their right because they are chosen, that they are special, and they have faith that they will rise above all others.
It’s not my intention to debate such things. I am just asking.
So what is immortality?
Immortality as defined is, “the ability to live forever, eternal life, everlasting life, e.g. “eating the fruit gave the gods immortality.”
By contrast, it is easy to realize, the origin of immortality is first in the perspective of gods.
“That the belief in immortality has been widespread through history is no proof of its truth. It may be a superstition that arose from dreams or other natural experiences. … Aristotle conceived of reason as eternal but did not defend personal immortality, as he thought the soul could not exist in a disembodied state.”
Is immortality a part of explaining to someone that you’re dying?
There are stages to dying. The physiological process during the natural course of dying is the same for all humans. The deprivation of food and water due to the human body’s inert need or lack of need for food and water is accelerated with time.
Beyond this, how each person regards his or her immortality is probably not at all the same, but nonetheless it’s not difficult to see that the progression of dying and death itself is simple. It is the living who can sometimes make it more complicated than we really ought to.
The night air is still. The winds have died. Just hours ago the summer heat felt like a furnace scorching the earth and every living thing. But now, the night has cooled to restful calm. The night clouds look beautiful, comforting, and reassuring. Can death be so calm beautiful, comforting and reassuring?
There is so much anguish in the elderly in a care home. I shudder to think there is worse anguish in the privacy of a person’s home without professional attention, or worse, the anguish of the homeless and destitute on the street or some lonely isolated place on earth.
Do the anguished aging or diseased person have an inkling that they are dying?
Do the anguished aging or diseased person care about immortality? Do they believe they are chosen to have immortal life?
Do the anguished aging or diseased person know for certain of their immortality?
I don’t know. I am afraid to ask out of decency and respect of those so anguished and diseased.
I don’t know if I would even ask an anguished aging or diseased person if they believe they will live forever?
In the care home, I once heard an aging woman, diseased and curled up in her bed succumbing to disease, utter softly, “Why does God keep me alive?”
She brought tears to my eyes.
All I could do was stand there and say quietly to myself, “I don’t know. I am so sorry. I don’t know.”
It’s done. I am free! In the spirit of this website blog, I am voluntarily, enthusiastically, and happily retired! Yes, I have joined thousands of older seniors as we all embark on aging gracefully.
But really; it is said, we begin to age the minute we are born! We will all cycle in and cycle out. The secret is to live a decent, honest, healthy life and try to align ourselves with like-minded decent, honest and healthy people. Good intentioned people.
While we can admire life-models with all of its adversity and diversity, it doesn’t mean we have to do everything they do! Life-models can be “place holders” for our present mood, our present search for balance, our present search about life.
We don’t have to die to understand death, but we do have to live to understand life!
We can make it a life-long lesson to appreciate these life-models relative to our own milestones of self-awareness and growth. This includes all of our life peaks and valleys, and tribulations as it is with all human beings!
We can perhaps emulate those things that keep our spirit alive but try very hard to make it through life in one piece. There is no life-model who hasn’t undergone changes with both wisdom and as may be the case, regret.
Life is indeed full of risks. The trick is to choose your risks, but don’t take ill-conceived chances!
As I see it today, on this 1st day in January 2019 making it through life in one piece isn’t easy. We must applaud ourselves and others who embark on the new year in one piece. Certainly with gained wisdom or gained regret.
Behaviorist-Chef Anthony Bourdain
Anthony Bourdain. Born June 25, 1956, New York. Died June 8, 2018, France. Suicide.
As I look back into the past, and look at myself in the present, I think of who I am today. Taking stock I am a realist, sometimes. I am pragmatic, sometimes. I am off-the-wall, sometimes. I am not perfect, all the time.
I want to find humor in both light and dark, and mainly insight in everything.
I don’t have screaming tattoos on my body, although I do have quiet scars on my arm as a careless reminder of a chain-saw that could have removed my arm a long time ago. And like some of us, I have my share of quiet scars from doing a well-intentioned life with emotion, love, naivete, and care.
As with wisdom gained, life is not fair but it doesn’t require us to stop being fair.
Pablo Picasso. Born October 25, 1881, Spain. Died April 8, 1973, France.
I’ve reached a point in my life where I can appreciate the runaway spirit of behaviorist-Chef Anthony Bourdain, and the solace of artist Pablo Picasso who is attributed as saying, “I wish to live a poor man, with lots of money.”
There will be many more Bourdains and many more Picassos to learn from. There will be many more Bourdains and Picassos within ourselves.
As we leave the year 2018 behind. Take stock of ourselves and let’s head on out into the New Year 2019 in a good, well-intentioned way. I wish you the best and Aloha!
This blog is about like-minded people. Us. We seem to share in the delight of diverse intellect which bonds us together. Today, I want to pay tribute to the contributions and inspirations of a talented musician named, Cat Stevens. From his journey, may we all be inspired to continue the momentum to inspire ourselves and others!
Lyrics: Moon Shadow
“Oh, I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow, moon shadow, moonshadow—
Leapin and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow—
And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land,
Oh if I ever lose my hands, Oh if I won’t have to work no more.
And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,
Yes if I ever lose my eyes, Oh if I won’t have to cry no more.
Oh, I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow, moon shadow, moonshadow—
Leapin and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow—
And if I ever lose my legs, I won’t moan, and I won’t beg,
Yes if I ever lose my legs, Oh if I won’t have to walk no more.
And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,
Yes if I ever lose my mouth, Oh if I won’t have to talk…
Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light.
Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the night?
“Cat Stevens wrote this [song] about finding hope in any situation. Be present and joyful. See life as it is, right now, and don’t compare it to others’ lives, or other times in your life. Every moment in life is rich and unique; whether we are aware of it or not, we are always leaping and hopping on a moonshadow – the inescapable present moment. If we are wrapped up in our whirlpools of worry and concern about what could be, or what has been, we are missing the richness of life as it is.
In the bridge of the song, Stevens seems to be speaking of faith, indicating clearly that, although he is experiencing this ecstasy in the present, despite all the losses and suffering of existence, it is the light that has found him, and not the other way around. He is surrendering to a power greater than himself – the “faithful light.”
“…He then amazed the world by walking away from fame and his career as a music star, to start a family and dedicate himself to charitable work.”
“I wasn’t too worried about what people thought, people would get to understand, gradually, I said to myself. After all, everybody knew I was ‘on the road to find out.” – Cat Stevens
Yusuf Islam (born Steven Demetre Georgiou; 21 July 1948), commonly known by his stage name Cat Stevens, is a British singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist. He was born in Marylebone, London, England, United Kingdom.
In 1975 he nearly drowned in an accident in the Pacific Ocean off Malibu (California, USA). This was a significant life-changing event that serves as an inspiration for all.
Stevens described the event in a VH1 interview some years later: “I suddenly held myself and I said, ‘Oh God! If you save me, I’ll work for you.'” He had looked into Buddhism; Zen and I Ching, numerology, tarot cards and astrology”, but when his brother David gave him a copy of the Qu’ran, Stevens began to convert to Islam.
In 1977 he changed his name to Yusuf Islam upon becoming a Muslim. He stopped playing and recording pop music, and he and his wife devoted devoted themselves to charity.
In the late 1990s, Yusuf and his wife, Fawziah, established the Small Kindness charity in response to the devastating conflicts in the Balkans. The charity focused its efforts on the needs of orphans, widows, and families. Small Kindness continues to help vulnerable victims of humanitarian disasters and has received international recognition for its work.
In 2003 Yusuf received the ‘World Social Award’ in Germany from an International World Awards Jury for “dedicating his life to aiding the needy and the ill.”
In 2004 he was presented with the Man of Peace award by Mikhail Gorbachev on behalf of a committee of Nobel peace laureates for having worked to “alleviate the suffering of thousands of children and their parents and dedicating himself to promoting peace, reconciling people and the condemnation of terrorism.”
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In Hawaii, my formative years prior and during the 1970’s was by all accounts a shared experience with so many events and people of the era who inspired me. It was a period of time of sheer innocence (which I truly love and hope will never ever dissipate), and a kaleidoscope of incredibly colorful stimuli in being exposed to changes which contributed to change in social, cultural, religious and intellectual thought!
It was an incredible motion of energies moving forward, lingering, impacting, and paving the way to re-thinking, re-framing, re-creating, re-transitioning from one awareness to many.
Many vehicles help to accommodate this transition: surfing, meditation, art, food, literature, television, people, fashion, cultural exchanges, war, protests, civil rights, nuclear power, conservation, scientific and medical discoveries, technical advancements, and MUSIC!
Music of the time, provided an abundance of “meaning” about social consciousness. Thoughtful and inquisitive meaning in lyrics, composition, and after-effect to encourage questioning, discovery, growth.
Amongst many song writers and musicians, today I wanted to pay tribute to the contributions and inspirations of a talented musician named, Cat Stevens.
Let’s revisit history…
“Yusuf Islam (born July 21, 1948) is an Englishsinger. He sang many of his early songs when he called himself Cat Stevens. He was born as Steven Demetre Georgiou to a Swedish mother and Greek father. He became a Muslim in 1977. After 2 years, he took the name of Yusuf İslam. He has sold over 60 million albums around the world since the late 1960s as Cat Stevens or Yusuf İslam.
“As a waiter in his father’s cafe, he began writing songs “to escape the mundanity of it all”. Chart success was followed by adulation, touring, drug use, confusion, tuberculosis and, in the early 1970s, Islam’s changed outlook and an album called Tea For The Tillerman.”
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The appeal of cinemas’ Super Heroes is that on the surface, they appear to be rather….normal. Much like you and I.
Sorry, let me correct: I must speak of normalcy within myself because you just might be a Super Hero and i wouldn’t know it. So in the realm of the cinema and real life, Super Heroes probably walk amongst us!
How so? Deep inside I think we are all Super Heroes! Watching the Super Heroes come alive on the cinema screen in vivid color and sound is mesmerizing!
“There comes a point in your moviegoing life where you look at the screen and then you look at the world and you ask, ‘What is going on?’ You want the movies to show you the chaos and mess and risk and failure that are normal for a lot of us. Generally, the movies hide all of that.” Wesley Morris Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/wesley_morris_429093
Can you not feel the adrenaline flowing as you weather the lightning and blizzard against the formidable forces of evil. Can you not feel your hands clench into a fist of fury, your teeth gnash in anger, and your body tighten profusely in dripping sweat as you dive head on into battling the forces of evil and destruction.
Do you not moan and gasp as you flinch from the deafening punch from your mortal enemy or the agony of being dragged then thrown airborne against a brick wall 500-feet away?
Is this not proof then, that you are genetically pre-disposed to see, think, act, engage and defend the very innermost core of righteousness?
Who doesn’t think or say after the flames of victory emerges in defeating the evil empire that the betterment of decent humanbeings has been defended?
Who doesn’t say within the realm of social acceptability that, “Wow, that was a great movie!” Implying, it’s just a movie! But in many ways, the movies depicts a sense of reality. Our Super Heroes aren’t totally make believe.
Deep inside, you’re thinking. “Damn! I wish I had all those powers to kick ass against all the injustices of the Universe!”
In the end, you realize Super Heroes get bashed, they hurt, they bruise, they get exhausted, they sometimes feel defeated, but it’s all collateral damage that comes with the ultimate self-sacrifice. They know it. You know it.
In the end, you are no different than the Super Heroes, except they’re doing cinema, while you are doing life!
Being a Super Hero looks glamorous when they’re all suited up but in the aftermath of all battles, they really need a hot shower, some good food, a soft bed, and maybe if they’re lucky some recognition that their self-sacrifice will be meaningful in many ways long after the flames die down, and the battle field of our endeavors become fruitful, peaceful and beautiful. At least until the next round.
Out of the bag. You are a Super Hero!
Put yourself on the cinema and there you are doing life as best as you can, often relying upon Super human powers just to get by and to overcome the demands and adversity of every day life. And if that’s not enough people less capable, less able, and less fortunate than you, call upon you for help!
Whoever you are, whatever is your situation, whatever your challenges, however difficult it is, you often call upon your most inner-most Super Human power to juggle all of this, to get through despite being driven to total exhaustion and covered with ash and sweat in the aftermath of these difficult life event, life circumstance or life situation.
In the midst of it all, you hear a higher calling for self-sacrifice.
So what is Self-Sacrifice? What is this driving force that is so common in the Super Heroes of the Universe, and you?
Let’s find out.
Self Sacrifice is the giving up of one’s own interests or wishes in order to help others or to advance a cause or an ideal.
Self Sacrifice is the act of giving up something that you want to have or keep in order to help someone else.
Likewise, short of being a cinema Super Hero, there is a down-to-earth practical side to self-sacrifice. For us who are earth bound, be mindful and prudent not to “bankrupt” yourself; for doing this does not do you, or others any good.
This means be careful of the total depletion of your energy, your time, your sleep, your money, your relationships, your sense of self and decency, and your will.
If you sacrifice you must be mindful to do only what you may be able to, or capable of doing to sustain such limitations.
“I got taught a lot of great lessons by superhero comics as a kid about virtue and self-sacrifice and responsibility. And those were an important part of imprinting my DNA with ethical and moral values.” Mark Waid
“Nothing makes one feel so strong as a call for help.” Pope Paul VI
“Gentleness, self-sacrifice and generosity are the exclusive possession of no one race or religion.” Mahatma Gandhi
“For me, writing post-apocalyptic novels isn’t so much about exploding helicopters and fifty-megaton doomsday bombs as it is about the pleasure of dealing with the best of everything that makes us human: cleverness, grit, loyalty, and self-sacrifice.” Jeff Carlson
“For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice – no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.” John Burroughs
“Entrepreneurs may be brutally honest, but fostering relationships with partners and building enduring communities requires empathy, self-sacrifice and a willingness to help others without expecting anything in return.” Ben Parr
“Only an intervention by women around the world, with their innate knowledge of interdependency, deep listening, empathy and self-sacrifice, could possibly alter our species’ desperate course.” Anohni
“Parenthood is such a lesson in self-sacrifice.” Angela Kinsey
Back to the cinema: In the cinema the Super Hero will always face a future outcome. It is a future bringing hope and promise. These thoughts makes me ponder of the future entrusted with the youth of our planet. As it has always been. One generation succeeds another. We must give more weight to our youth to make our world a better place, their place to live and flourish.
“More and more – especially the younger generation – are functioning outside the binary concept of gender. That’s just next-generation stuff.” Anohni
“In movies, there are some things the French do that Americans are increasingly incapable of doing. One is honoring the complexities of youth. It’s a quiet, difficult undertaking, requiring subtlety in a filmmaker and perception and patience from us.” Wesley Morris
Youth, The Super Heroes of Our Future
“We must act in unison and rising above politics on the question of development of the country and empowerment of the youth to raise them as future leader in every field of our national life.” Shehbaz Sharif
“The power of youth is the common wealth for the entire world. The faces of young people are the faces of our past, our present and our future. No segment in the society can match with the power, idealism, enthusiasm and courage of the young people.” Kailash Satyarthi
The Super Heroes of today will not live forever. In their place, in their bestowed wisdom and power as they had acquired, they too shall pass it on to their successors.
“Food is perishable so if I’m lucky, I buy stuff but after several days it goes bad and I throw it out. Wasted.”
“I can’t survive on a can of beans, dried ramen, crackers and peanut butter, and frankly I’m already sick of it!”
“I don’t know how to cook.”
“What are we going to eat?”
Tonight’s thought is about your predicament. You’re working but after major expenses are paid, you don’t have enough money left to buy a good meal.
Or say, you’re working full-time, but debt has gotten a major foothold in your household, and you got many mouths to feed but after the bills, there’s little cash left for food.
Your credit cards are maxed out, and the equilibrium point of no-return where the daily compounded interests on your outstanding debt is now in hyperspace, and compounding three-times what you can’t even pay anymore.
Or you’ve had the misfortune of being “in-between” jobs for so much longer than you had ever expected to be.
Or you’re a struggling student with limited funds, and cash and credit are well…barebones.
Or you’re a retiree with barely enough residual cash for food.
So you attempt to stretch the dollars, you attempt to eat less or not at all, you attempt to rationalize that there’s no out because there’s just not enough money to buy food that will keep long enough before it goes bad. In the meantime, you’re getting weak without food. The cycle is predictable. The downward spiral seems monumental.
You’ve heard about it. You’ve seen hikers, campers, mountaineers prepare their foods hunkered over small fire or propane stove. You might have seen astronauts eat it, or military Special OPS eat it, and you might have even thought, it’s not for you because you’re not any of the above.
But you are human. Food is a human need. There is no difference. Your basic instinct is to survive. But instinct alone doesn’t ensure your survival. You broaden your perspective on your plight. You broaden your perspective of food in unconventional form to feed you, and sustain you.
But what you might not have seen or heard about is the uncanny,beautiful application of eating virtually fresh food which has been in storage for dozens of years waiting for the opportune moment to help you get through a rough time. Yes, that includes natural disasters such as destructive storms as well as economic storms that is equally deadly, equally destructive, and equally horrific.
Been there, done that, I can personally say the perspective of being broke or near broke, for one-day or one-year is one of the scariest experiences anyone can NOT hope to encounter. If you’re in this situaion, try to understand it’s not a put down. It’s situational. It’s a situation we can only hope will turn itself around in time. Time is where you have to give yourself wiggle room.
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The fundamentals of preparing for a natural calamity such as a hurricane, earthquake, snow storm, tornado, flood, etc. is no different than the fundamentals of preparing for economic disaster: lost of job, under-employment, un-employment, divorce, separation from a relationship gone bad, and so many other calamities which highlight the fragility of being human beings when events turn bad.
The basic fundamental in the case of Urban Survival – The Matter of Food, is applying total flexibility and adaptability in using freeze-dried food as a nutritious source of food to feed yourself and those close to you.
Keep in mind real food that is properly freeze-dried and packaged properly is Not the same as “dried food”. “Dried food” could include dried fruits, beef jerky, nuts, which have a limited shelf life, way less than freeze-dried foods.
Mountain House freeze-dried food has a 25-30 year shelf life when stored properly. Their foods are real-food cooked and then freeze-dried in huge processing plants. I recommend you check their website on the internet for details.
Many years ago, I read a story about a man who had purchased Mountain House freeze-dried food just in case there was a nuclear war. So yes, we’re talking about sometime in the 1960’s. So he slowly but routinely purchased his canned entrees which then had a 20-25 year shelf life. The reason why the shelf life is now 30-year Plus, is because Mountain House products when opened 30-years later were all still good! Beside vacuum sealed and other production methods, the entrees are miraculous.
So fast forward 30-years later, the man unfortunately got divorced and was the single-parent of his young son. Due to an industry slow down, he was layed off. Struggling to make ends meet, and struggling to feed himself and his son, he remembered that he had in storage his Mountain House freeze-dried food. Unsure if the food was still good, he opened a can, prepared the food and taste-tested it. To his own surprise, the food was “still good”. He said in commenting, that the flavor seemed to have diminished a little but otherwise it was good. And he and his son subsisted on freeze-dried food during the roughest of times.
I think you see where I’m going with this. We can survive by eating freeze-dried foods during an economic downturn. Mountain House prepares fresh, real foods, cooked, seasoned, freeze-dried, and ready to be reconstituted.
The “make it in the pouch” is basically if you’re in a hiking, camping, or survival situation. In the Urban situation if you have a kitchen, stove and fresh water source, it’s even easier to prepare it. There is no cooking. There is no food preparation. There is no hum-bug.
Here’s what you do:
Depending on how much water is required by instructions on the entree product whether in a pouch or the can, bring a pot of water (say 2 – 3 cups) to a boil, remove the pot of boiling water from the stove, open the pouch, remove and discard the “moisture packet” (its not harmful but merely absorbs moisture to keep help prolong the life of the entree), empty the contents of your entree into the pot, stir well, and cover the pot. Let sit for several minutes. This is the “cooking” and reconstituting. That’s it.
(Be sure to turn off your stove).
If you’re using the “can” version, you just need to portion out the quantity you want per serving. If you have a large family, then the contents of one can is for such purpose, but if you’re single or a couple, you portion out the contents of the can. The can comes with a plastic resealable cover. The freeze-dried contents of the can will be good for a week or two a room temperature.
If you have any leftover from your “cooked entree”, put in the refrigerator as you would any other freshly prepared entree.
If you are able too, since the shelf-life of these entrees is virtually a very long time, you can use whenever it’s best for you. Just invest in as many as you can, and when you’ll have virtually a great meal to keep you going during a calamity. It can also help you save money because you’ll won’t be spending money for perishable food over a prolonged time. The idea is to survive during the hardest periods of time.
Even if you can spare only enough money to buy one pouch, start by buying one pouch. The idea is to start. You can carry it with you because it’s so light, and it virtually will keep unopened for an extremely long time, perhaps even time for you to weather the storm you are currently in or about to be.
Disclaimer: I did not write this article which was just too good to pass up and not share with you. So taken in it entirety, except for some tiny illustrations I present to you “World Thank You Day!” Thank often, Say often!
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World Thank you day
The politest date in the year is January 11.
This day is observed as international thank you day.
We all realize the importance of good manners in our life, but most thanks we say without thinking about the sense of the words.
Meanwhile, according to psychologists, words of thanks are magic in a way. They have warming and comforting effect if you say them sincerely and from the bottom of your heart. So let’s stay truly considerate and kind!
Interesting facts about saying Thank You:
Scientists performed an experiment in which they asked one group of people to write down the things that they were grateful for on a weekly basis, while the other group recorded hassles or neutral life events.
The folks who kept gratitude journals exercised more regularly, reported fewer physical symptoms, felt better about their lives as a whole, and were generally more optimistic about the upcoming week – compared to their negatively focused counterparts.
A recent study found that after receiving gratitude, participants noticed that their partner was more responsive to their needs and overall more satisfied with their relationship. Gratitude was shown to have had a long-term effect that was seen six to nine months later.
One of the phrases we use quite often is “thank you.” Some words are said so often that at times, they may lose their meaning.
According to research by psychologists Adam Grant and Francesca Gino, a thank you can go a long way.
Especially if you are in a supervisory position, expressing your thanks for a job well done can make your employees feel a strong sense of self-worth and confidence. The study also revealed that being grateful has a ripple effect, leading to an increase in trust between colleagues and more initiative to help one another out.
Psychologist and researcher Jeffrey Froh created and implemented a gratitude curriculum for kids aged 8 to 11. The youngsters who received the lessons showed an increase in grateful thinking, appreciation and positive emotions as compared to their classmates who did not partake.
Scientists studying positive psychology found that a one-time act of thoughtful gratitude produced an immediate 10% increase in happiness and 35% reduction in depressive symptoms.
The happy effects disappeared within three to six months which shows that gratitude is an act to be repeated again and again.
It’s no secret. If there’s any remark that makes me cringe, it would be: “Here you go!”
Yes, we usually hear it in fast food restaurants, fast food drive-thru, and other places of perceived inexpensive, generally not too sophisticated places of commerce, where a food server hands over your meal without much ado.
But then again, it’s not so much the place of commerce that such remarks demean the customer and the customer-experience but also how such unthinking remarks subtly cheapen the place of commerce.
All rights reserved: Kanda Lunchwagon, a family-run eatery in Kewalo Basin, Honolulu, Hawaii served one of the best array of plate lunches hands down for over 40-years. Photo shows the production line ready to be filled with customer entrees. With each plate lunch, they always thanked their customers! They retired in 2003.
On a side note: I’ve been patron to street side vendors who glady say: Thank you for your time and purchase. And like you, it surely made me feel like a million bucks, and it makes the street vendor a glorious, magnificent connoisseur who brings me back time and time again.
On those rare occasions where I purchase a fast food, which i might add isn’t cheap anymore, which means, I work hard for the medium of exchanging hard cash for hard food, usually because I am exhausted from work; or I am down to my last $10 it would be so nice to hear the cashier say instead: Thank You!
Actually, the expenditure of energy of saying two simple words: Thank You! goes a lot farther than those creepy three words; “Here you go!”
The latter makes me feel like a dog being thrown a bone! No disrespect intended to dogs world-wide because they deserve more credit than humans’ give them. Likewise, customers too deserve some warm and fuzzy feeling of being appreciated!
The capacity to say: Thank You! somehow implies that the person expressing it is usually intelligent, polite, caring, giving and appreciative.
Or that’s what I want so desperately to believe because I think it implies a bit about myself when i say, “thank you.” You know, do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
A side perspective: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. A command based on words of Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount: ‘All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.’
The Mosaic law contains a parallel commandment: “Whatever is hurtful to you, do not do to any other person.”
So, I believe being the recipient of an appreciative , “Thank You!” goes a lot farther in showing appreciation than, “Here you go!” Arf! Arf! Arf!
Let’s take a look at this simple word phrase: “Thank you.”
As long as it’s word recorded in History, we can be asssured, it’s origin goes back a bit. This all means, it’s likely an expression of humans in their inter-relationships with others.
Old English þancian, þoncian “to give thanks, thank, to recompense, to reward,” from Proto-Germanic *thankōjanan (source also of Old Saxon thancon, Old Norse þakka, Danish takke, Old Frisian thankia, Old High German danchon, Middle Dutch, Dutch, German danken “to thank”), from *thankoz “thought; gratitude,” from PIE root *tong- “to think, feel.”
It is related phonetically to think as song is to sing; for sense evolution, compare Old High German minna “loving memory,” originally “memory.” Also compare related Old English noun þanc, þonc, originally “thought,” but also “good thoughts, gratitude.” In ironical use, “to blame,” from 1550s. To thank (someone) for nothing is recorded from 1703. Related: Thanked; thanking.
late 13c., “coarse, rough” (of surfaces), from Old French ruide (13c.) or directly from Latin rudis“rough, crude, unlearned,” a word of uncertain etymology, related to rudus “rubble.” The usual preferred derivation is that it is from the same source as Latin rufus “red” (see rufous) via a notion of raw (“red”) meat, but de Vaan points out “there is not a shimmer of a meaning ‘red’ in rudis or in rudus ‘rubble’, so that the supposed shift from ‘crude (meat)’ > ‘crude’ rests in the air.”
Sense of “ill-mannered, uncultured; uneducated, uncultured” is from mid-14c. Rude boy (also rudie, for short) in Jamaican slang is attested from 1967. Figurative phrase rude awakening is attested from 1895.
Saying Thank You often, willingly helps us along and help smoooth the roughness of life!
NExt up: A short post on THANK YOU DAY!!
Disclaimer: In my youth and young adult life, I worked in fast food as a fry cook, I worked in a world-class hotel restaurant in both kitchen and dining room floor, and I’ve worked in local, and national retail stores serving customers. In these demanding environments, all workers learn by example. Some just have a natural ability to give unconditionally. I believe in these people and their strong customer service.
The wholesome and neighborly geranium flower offers comfort.
Yes, it’s all good when we’re sorry. We should know better. As civilized and cultured human beings, expressions of being sorry should be common place amongst us. But strangely, it isn’t.
We see it all around us. Actions requiring apology and being sorry. And when it touches us, it empowers us to cry. Sometimes outwardly. Sometimes quietly, deep inside. We cry in sorrow. We cry in happiness. We cry when sorrow touches our soul for someone else, but also for ourself as well.
Apologies and forgiveness are important because intractable conflicts generate such deep and searing emotions. Even after the fighting stops, people still feel the pain, hurt, anger, fear, and hatred that produced the conflict and its horrors in the first place.
Being sorry isn’t about being weak. Being sorry is about having strength and strong-will toward righteousness, the very quality of being morally right or justifiable when there is injustice or wrongful doing. It is about having honor and being honorable, sometimes against all odds.
However, in the roaring 1920’s and prior time in history, where men lived an image of toughness and supreme egotistic mentalities, “saying sorry to anyone” was considered a sign of weakness. It just wasn’t vogue. So yes, not saying sorry across the board, wasn’t a sign of intelligence either!
Making satire, I guess there might have been exceptions. We could guess that a gangster of the Prohibition era might have been known to say, to his mortal enemy, “Sorry bud!’ As he let the roar of a .45 ACP Thompson Submacine gun unsympathetically do all the talking, up in smoke.
The Thompson submachine gun is an American submachine gun, invented by John T. Thompson in 1918, that became infamous during the Prohibition era, becoming a signature weapon of various police syndicates in the United States. It was a common sight in the media of the time, being used by both law enforcement officers and criminals.
Fast forward 100-years to the year 2018, if we have what it takes to acknowledge dignity, humility, honor, self-respect for ourselves and respect for others, and every conceivable amount of DNA to feel sorrow and pain, we can truly give yourself credit in having the capacity in being, Sorry.
Sometimes, it’s not my fault, but I will say I am sorry to help heal the process, in hope that the other person needs more time than I to realize what needs to be done to make it right. And even if we can’t make things right. I want to try.
The power of saying sorry.
Social psychologists know that an apology leads to forgiveness, can recover a spoiled relationship, and may heal indignity. Saying “sorry” denotes that you have chosen your relationship over your your ego.
When was the last time you sincerely felt apologetic?
But what is being apologetic? What is it being sorry?
regretfully acknowledging or excusing an offense or failure.
“she was very apologetic about the whole incident”
“the students who defaced the lockers seemed truly apologetic”
…feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc.: to be sorry to leave one’s friends; to be sorry for a remark; to be sorry for someone in trouble. regrettable or deplorable; unfortunate; tragic: a sorry situation; to come to a sorry end.
Saying I am sorry, and being sorry, should really displace every word and action of the opposite of being sorry. Ever step on a little child’s foot? Ever step on your pet dogs paw by accident? Ever accidently bump into someone which caused them to spill a beverage, or knock a hot dog from their mouth?
Ever say something awful to anyone and realize it was inappropriate on all counts? Ever do something utterly stupid, inhumane, vindictive, ugly, to your spouse, parent, grand-parent, sibling, friend, co-worker, or a stranger.
Ever do or say something you normally wouldn’t but let it slip because you’re exhausted from work, personal drama, events and situations just so overwhelming it got the better of your usual self? And ego and pride prevented some kind of act of asking for forgiveness, courtesy, reconciliation?
Yes, it happens. Yes, we are guilty. Yes, we are stupid. Yes, life isn’t fair but that should not prevent us from changing and making amends. Yes, we can’t always be the “winner” and yes, many times in just wanting to resolve the unforgiving situation, we take the hit. We absorb it even it’s not our fault because we want so much to make something good come out of something bad and unpleasant.
But why should we? Because for every sincere event whereby “I’m sorry” emerged, you witnessed something. Usually. Usually something good comes out of it. And even if it didn’t. You tried. Your DNA knows. Your soul knows. You try to mend, and realize you can give so much more to everyone else who believes as you do: It’s All Good When We’re Sorry!
I give you credit in doing all you can in finding resolve in any situation whereby you find yourself saying or wanting to say: Gosh, I’m sorry.
I give you credit in being vigil to any situation that arises and your ability to see it, to sense it, to see consequences of being pro-active, of taking action, and even, maybe because you are unable to, not taking any action.
But in the aftermath, be it in discussion with others, be it in having a conscious voice of dissent against injustice, you hold yourself to higher standards that in someway is reflected in you and who you are, in setting an incredible example of good or higher standard of social responsibity!
Ushering the New Year amidst Hawaii’s Aloha Tower. Opened on Sept 11, 1926, 92-years ago, the Aloha Tower is located at Pier 9 of Honolulu Harbor.
HAPPY New Year 2018!
When I started this blog, I had no large expectation that anyone would take time to browse through it and least of all actually comment. To my surprise, real people who apparently share many thoughts and feelings as I do, DID browse, and DID take time to comment and actually say nice, and positive comments! As a self-professed writer, this is truly heartfelt and appreciative!
May I thank all of you for your supportive, and kind comments!! I enjoy reading your thoughts!
A personal note: I am sorry but as much as I’d want to, the decision not to, prevailed over my current situation as I am currently unable to respond to blog comments. I hope in time, this will change.
You see, what is so awesome is I’ve received comments from people reaching out from everywhere including other countries! This is so humbling, because it just proves the world is larger than I ever thought, and that there are many people who share my thoughts and sentiments, which means; I’m not alone! I reach out to all of you reading this: WE ARE NOT ALONE!
As I reflect, I’d like to share some random thoughts….
It’s 7-days into the New Year 2018! And, I am catching up with life just as many of us have been doing, whether it was the days leading up to the New Year, or the moment we realized that “another year” has passed, or when we sat alone away from all the noise of merriment and suddenly got in touch with our inner self!
I have many moments of self-reflection. It comes when I “seek” explanation to situations or interactions, often situational, often inspirational, often out of sadness, frustration, disappointment, often when I wonder about the quality of life, mine as well as others.
Often, when I wonder if the direction I’ve been on is where I want to be? It took me a while for me to get here today, and I am okay with myself at this point in time.
But is there really an end?
From what i can tell, the answer is a tiny, no. Because I continue to grow. And with growth, there is every opportunity for changes to occur, and these changes may or may not impact my life.
I think we all suffer from acute blindness at times. Life is a constant journey of trying to open your eyes. I’m just beginning my journey, and my eyes aren’t fully open yet. Olivia Thirlby
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Lao Tzu
Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations. Oliver Goldsmith
The only journey is the one within. Rainer Maria Rilke
Each one of us has our own evolution of life, and each one of us goes through different tests which are unique and challenging. But certain things are common. And we do learn things from each other’s experience. On a spiritual journey, we all have the same destination. A. R. Rahman
Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome. Arthur Ashe
Everyone is handed adversity in life. No one’s journey is easy. It’s how they handle it that makes people unique. Kevin Conroy
Believe me, my journey has not been a simple journey of progress. There have been many ups and downs, and it is the choices that I made at each of those times that have helped shape what I have achieved. Satya Nadella
Life is a journey and it’s about growing and changing and coming to terms with who and what you are and loving who and what you are. Kelly McGillis
Humans have a light side and a dark side, and it’s up to us to choose which way we’re going to live our lives. Even if you start out on the dark side, it doesn’t mean you have to continue your journey that way. You always have time to turn it around. Taraji P. Henson
It’s not an easy journey, to get to a place where you forgive people. But it is such a powerful place, because it frees you. Tyler Perry
Let your joy be in your journey – not in some distant goal. Tim Cook
Self-reflection is an individual thing. And why not?
Because, YOU are you, and there’s only ONE OF YOU in the entire Universe! That in itself, makes you unique and special! Therefore, every moment of your self-reflection is an intimate moment whereby you really weigh in things; that are important to you vs. those things that are not important to you. It is a moment, whereby you really weigh in things; relative to you and other people, your situation and whether it is meaningful or not, caring or hurtful.
And yet, we live our life as it is, the daily side of trying to make sense of oneself, and in relation to the world (people) around us. Sometimes we are triumphant, sometimes not. Mostly, I think just a balance of averages oscillating in waves of chance.
Living life in this world isn’t easy. Sometimes we feel so different, sometimes we might feel distant of other people, or the mix of people we are currently around. This mix can be a good mix of happy, decent, caring people. Sometimes it could be a mix of unhappy, indecent, and uncaring people. Sometimes it’s all situational. The important thing to me, is always ask: Who am i, really? Can I accept myself so that others may accept me? And if others don’t accept me, then there must be others who will.
This all gives a huge glob of hope, that if you ever feel as though you are a victim of a situation; there’s hope that you can change it (if possibly desirable), or quietly move on to a kinder situation. The thing is, in changing your situation ensure that it doesn’t hurt you or others.
Be mindful too that changing a situation from bad to better may take time, and may be a progression to work towards.
The world is larger than we think it is!
Given time, and your inclination to seek and be patient, you will meet people who are happy, decent and caring. I wish this for everyone for the New Year!
If my ship sails from sight, it doesn’t mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends. Enoch Powell
In the spirit of Christmas, I’m wearing a red T-Shirt. Nothing fancy. Something that matches my black Hobie swim shorts. It’s the eve of Christmas in the year 2017, and this old, long time poem crept into my mind.
I wanted to leave a gift for all of you right here. A gift that’s very rich, very warm and fuzzy. Very nostalgic too.
We don’t need a real fireplace, as the warmth of cinders glowing in our mind, and the warmth of anticipation on the eve of Christmas is all we need; as we wait patiently for…..
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (Random House Inc., 1983).
A little tidbit to ponder: “Clement Moore claimed to have been the author of “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” asserting that he wrote the poem for his own children and recited it to them on Christmas Eve 1822. After it was published anonymously the following year, it became increasingly popular, appearing in newspapers, school readers, other anthologies, and in many different single editions. The New-York Book of Poetry (1837), an anthology of works by New York poets, contained some written by Moore, including “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” although “Anonymous” was still listed as the author. Not until 1844, when Moore’s collection Poems was published, was “A Visit from St. Nicholas” acknowledged in print as having been written by Clement C. Moore, LLD.”
Source: Poetry Foundation, 61 West Superior Street
Chicago, IL 60654.