B0unce 0n 10

B0unce 0n 10

Picture it: An elastic trampoline stretched on a very wide surface. You were just dropped down from a high story – you fall down. By the time you reach the bottom – you’ll be jolted at such rapid speed, you’re sure to fall down and repeat the same process but only going higher and HIGHER!

It’s like that for me right now. I’m on the wheels of something that is moving with such high speeds of velocity. “For it was written / It’s been said / I prepared for this”

Now what?

Freak out!

*Brace for impact”

Seth Goldin said something really cool about the Bracing of Impact.

When you walk around braced for impact, you’re dramatically decreasing your chances. Your chances to avoid the outcome you fear, your chances to make a difference, and your chances to breathe and connect.

HERE IS A REMINDER:

There ain’t nothing to fear. Sometimes you gotta bounce on 10. Shuffle a bit to the left and cuff your chin. When things are looking bright – surely everything feels all right. To look out is to see what isn’t there but will begin to be.

The cat is out of the bag and now we can turn the corner at the shadows. What’s there? A helpless leap that may encounter darkness or fantastical groove? You never know what may lead you into your next expedition. To steady wish for the page to turn only complicates initiative.

Outdated doesn’t mean it can’t be upgraded. You just need to refresh the page sometimes *or delete everything*. It’s a cause for celebration to experience upgrade that doesn’t cost anything.

None of us are too far away from the charm of the bounce.

When you’re bouncing, you’re in a multi-functional groove – yet you’re still capable of being charmed through the revelatory smiles found on strangers. A moment of engagement is dancing on freedom hills! I got the picture now of it is not of modern design. It has an abstract but geometric lens.

Don’t mind my explanations, I’m just carried away by the groove of the bounce. 😀

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Death & Revisionism

Death & Revisionism

There seems to be something cosmic about death that encourages a replenishing of the pen. When someone dies – the writers of the pen order a sharp box of new ink! The pencil sharpens its eraser to remove any potential bad news in favor of the preferred story to go with.

If you lived your life as a warmonger – present history shouldn’t erase the trauma and abuse you inflicted in the past. We’re socialized to think, that the moment you die, only your good things should be recalled. Ain’t it strange how we pardon the far away demise in favor of the familiar narrative of heroism?

How, am I supposed to look at the monster that destroyed and conquered the land that wasn’t his? Should I smile at him? Will my smile somehow convince him that my compassion means more than the lives he slaughtered? Maybe the beams in my eyes will illuminate his misery and cause self-reflection that may ultimately lead to repentance?

It’s probably just a dystopian myth led by Christian hope. Even in ‘progressive’ areas of the world, death is still dressed in a traditional garment. The pretended grief from strangers and sunglasses donned to protect friends and family to see underneath it all, you’re not even crying. When someone dies, our memories tend to go through the watch of time and we selectively hold on to the vision we prefer. Americans in particular, are so conditioned to valorize the powerful and defend the people rich enough to afford their own counsel.

I want to envision a world where my love and good vibes actually mean something transcending. but that’s a mission of the strange. It’s almost like reality is stranger than fiction but an illusion is as real as verified science. I can’t seem to grasp the undertaking of a volcanic eruption. The enormity of an explosion which causes lava to scatter to even the most distant villages.

Some people live very close to the volcano and built there entire life there. What about the people who live in areas where hurricanes are common visitors? Should they be worried when the waters come to take what they worked for? Death is not any more mysterious as it is – destiny. A life of shortcomings cannot make one tall suddenly when they leave this planet. Their legacies are what keeps them alive and an objective perspective helps the ash from spreading.

Some people live very close to the volcano and built there entire life there. What about the people who live in areas where hurricanes are common visitors? Should they be worried when the waters come to take what they worked for? Death is not any more mysterious as it is – destiny. A life of shortcomings cannot make one tall suddenly when they leave this planet. Their legacies are what keeps them alive and an objective perspective helps the ash from spreading.

This month I’m taking a break from social media. (Deleted Twitter, Instagram, FB, etc – from my phone – and logged out from other Devices) I’ve called this pink hibernation – it’s already improved my writings and reading (just 3 days in). Social media can be a wonderful tool in bringing to light the sweet and sour grits of the world.

The troubles of life take a larger seat in our consciousness because they make the most profit. simply put, I’m exhausted from the usual annoyances kept at bay by news outlets. You can’t go anywhere too long without a complaint or reminder that tribalism is the new wave to jump on. There’s a lot to learn and I want to pay closer attention to processing information and to toil with silence whenever it comes around.