The sun sets on another day...
I was going to write tonight about paradox, with a picture of a pair of ducks as I thought it might be punny, or funny, or something similar to that. I then thought a great deal about how we approach our lives and how we approach passion, and I imagined myself with a wry smile, probably because I had a goofy grin that I thought was a wry smile all over my face. So I giggled, laughed, and found a picture on my drives of a single duck with an almost wry smile. No not a pair of ducks, but instead a ducktator!
I asked myself that as I considered my overly passionate mood tonight. I am sitting here writing and wanting to write and immersed in the joy of writing, and I am still wondering why the wry smile.
As quickly as I asked the answer came, because somewhere inside I am considering all the times I knew passion was the answer, and I did not have the full question. No, I will not say the answer is 42, but sometimes the answer is more prevalent, and the question more elusive. So here I am again back at why. As I considered it, the answer formed in my poor little brain and slowly I was greeted with a small bit of enlightenment and maybe another goofy, I mean wry, smile crossed my face.
The question, what can make your life more complete, and the answer was the full embodiment of passion.
Now I know that sometimes leads us down the roadway to heartache and paid that price and more of the same many a time, but with passion there is a satisfaction of love so deep it stuns the senses. I know we can see defeat wherever passion looms but even in that defeat we can see the promise of success. I know we can find fear and a dozen other emotions here if we have them, but passion can overcome them all and pres us to new heights, perhaps those that we did not know existed.
A long time ago (I would say how long but it makes me feel old) I was told my passion was bad because a candle that burns hotter burns out faster. I smiled then as I smile now and state I would rather burn hotter all the time than live a life that is mundane. I would rather be hurt again and again than to never be hurt at all because somewhere in the scope of it all I have not just loved, I have been lost in the ultimate rapture of love, I have not achieved I have been part of overcoming the impossible, I have not just done, I have overdone. Why would I want to be any less than that? Why would I want to miss those memories that weren't just another day, but were once in a lifetime.
So as the sun sets on another day, how can you push to that level that you feel there is no higher, only to find higher? How can you press life to the extreme, only to find extreme is not good enough and that there is a new level? How can you enjoy more when others cannot see more? I suggest you look past it all and blur your vision for a minute. See that level that was not there, uncloud the limitations of your mind and feel more, no matter what. It is out there, I know it.
Sleep sweet, reach for the stars, and grab the moon along the way...
The sun sets on another day...
Where are we going, where have we been, I can see behind us and the ripples we left. Where are we going, where will we be, I can only imagine how far we can see.
Today was a great day, well, then again every day is depending on how you look at it. As is always there are a multitude of things going on, but today I sat and stared at the water for a short time. I watched the ducks play in the water, and watched the water roll around logs, and imperfections in the stream on its way to the lake only a few hundred yards away.
As I watched I considered how imperfect life often is, and how difficult it can be to see that we are still rolling past. Sure, there are imperfections in life, and sure there are sometimes major blockages, but in the end we roll on by, and all most people see is some ripples in our water as they miss the imperfections below. As I focused and refocused I realized, without the imperfections the stream would be very boring. even when things try to block our way, we can find a way around if only we look, and you know what? We can still have a good day!
So as the sun sets on another day, feeling down? I know, it happens, but there is an upside, look for it, find it, and when you do, let others only see the ripples in the water of the mountains you have overcome!
Sleep sweet, enjoy the night, and laugh all you can...
The sun sets on another day...
It was everywhere but it was also sunny, and beautiful, and vibrant, and amazing outside today. Yes, and it was cold. These are mostly matters of fact, things that can be confirmed, strong opinions. It was cold, it was bright, it was sunny. Reality states that those things are true. There is the other side, beauty, vibrancy, amazement, those are things that are not confirm able or matters of opinion.
So what is real and what is an illusion?
It is an interesting question. You can hold someones hand and feel their warmth, but is there love? How can you determine if that love is returned? Words?
As I sat looking at the ice through the screen on the drone I wondered if the love of fishing was real, it must be as the men and women fishing were on a sheet of ice over ice cold water, and enjoying themselves. All of the other thoughts rushed in, and I thought about the reality we all feel every day, and considered how much was real, and how much persistent illusion.
To me, and this is opinion, there is a line out there that moves all over the board, and that line defines how we see the world. Someone does something for us, and we feel differently than when they pass us by. We are happy, the world seems beautiful. If we are sad, perhaps not so much. Maybe we define our lines and maybe, just maybe, we are the creators and keepers of our own realities and our own illusions. Maybe the amazing miracle is how we see things day to day and create the illusions we need to survive. (Maybe)
What are your persistent illusions? Do you have any? Is it the work you do daily? The hobbies you have? The ideas of right and wrong? Is that person you are with the right one, or the wrong one truly or by illusion? How can you know? All I can suggest is to look at the real and unreal and make a good choice. Have a good understanding of who you are, and determine what is real for you.
So as the sun sets on another day, wow. There is always a lot going on. Maybe some illusions are so persistent they are real, or maybe we just need them to be. In the end, your life is yours, and your choices, good and bad, can only be accounted to you. Make good choices, wait, strike that, make great choices, and win over the world, no matter what...
Sleep sweet, stay warm, and love to the moon and back...
The sun sets on another day...
This will be scary, I hope you can follow along.
Tonight for a moment as I drove towards the edge of West Michigan there was suddenly a break in the clouds, a tear so to speak as crimson flashes filled the sky for only a moment. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the clouds once again swallowed the sunset and the night closed in around us. I was elated for a moment, then taken aback by the sheer fury, then once again caught in the grayness that seems to dwell here in the winter months.
So the night began, and I thought a lot about that tear and all of the things it meant, could have meant or means and there was a tear, not in the sky, but in my eye. Yes, a single spelling for a series of words that mean dramatically different things. The tear was not for the sky or the sunset or a dozen other things that flooded through my mind, but for the people who have passed through my life, and torn a little piece of life from me, while I tore a little piece of life from them. Somewhere in it all a tear was worth the peace I found, but it was a tear born of the tearing of a lot.
sure, it it easy to say, but as I thought about that tear in the sky, I thought about the briefness of many people in our lives. Think about it, many of us have friends that come and go, and in the end, they are just no more. The childhood friends that move away, the acquaintances, boys, girls, young and old, we see so many come and go, and as I saw that tear I thought of many. From the high school sweetheart who never came to pass to the man who taught me a few things about cars, from the clerk who smiled when I needed a smile, to the Samaritan that helped me push a broken car.
Life is full of people that make changes in our life, and then some are gone, or are they? Perhaps as I thought about this tear with a tear, I was giving them all life in my life again, because I was remembering. In that, there is a certain amount of peace, a certain amount of excitement, and more than a little satisfaction knowing that all the good, and all the bad, made me who I am today.
So who is it for you? Who was it for you? What tears in your life leave small tears today for you to think of, consider and find a way to overcome and make a part of the magnificent today you should be having. What makes you achieve and be more and how then can you turn those tears and tears into pure passion for peace and more? Think about it, and tonight, as I look at the tear in the sky, and see a star, know it is the same star you may be wishing on.
So as the sun sets on this torn day, consider all the people who made you, you. (Not yo-yo because that might come back at you). Consider the good, the bad, and more than a little of everything else. Consider how lucky we are to have today and the ability to make it the best day ever. Hold on to the great people you have today, and tomorrow and remember they are helping shape your todays to the best they can be, and enjoy the ride. Stop shedding tears, and tear the world up making it your best day ever, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love often, and smile as the day goes by...