&AnotherThing…

&AnotherThing… (A series of helpful reminders you may or may not find useful.)

When I was little, I would crush my bag of chips because I felt it would be more to eat later. However, when I got older – I began to understand that no matter how many pieces you make out of one – the same value exists. This encouraged me to embrace the moment of one chip. I now slowly eat one at a time with no need to pour them out or funnel them down my throat. (Plus I make less of a mess) Basically: I could cut the pie in many different ways, but it ain’t gonna get any bigger. Therefore, When I savor the moment, it’s blessed!

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If the question is why and the answer is “I DON’T KNOW”. This should be satisfactory enough. You may offer a source who may know but they are coming from the vantage point of the perspective they believe. It’s important to remember people are coming from where they are at (currently) What do you know? Maybe more than I – this is why I prefer to shut up and be the student. Yet, this is what also makes me want to teach and tell what I do know because it may help somebody!

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It’s important to keep context in the same place you put your keys or that fresh breath mint. Your pocket. If your context ain’t somewhere close but somewhere more vast – like your backpack or purse, you’re gonna have a longer time locating it. So, now that we got all of the basics out the way:
“Where are your glasses?”
Hmm.
They are exactly where you put them. You’ve been looking everywhere except the most common place we put our glasses when we don’t need them. Not in the pocket or purse but on the top of our heads! Are you really a fool? Bad memory? Nah – it just wasn’t important enough to be taken out and put away. Sometimes shortcuts are actually necessary. *Even if you forgot the most obvious place.* 

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It ain’t over until you’re ready to leave the party. The older you get, you just don’t fit in. It’s not that you aren’t cool but your jokes are way past the younger crowds head. The music you would bump too won’t be hitting the bass level as present contemporaries. This is when it’s time to leave. You ain’t gotta make a scene but exiting silently is your best bet. No need to embarrass yourself. When the thought suggests: “Maybe I should go home.” Honor that. You can also look at this as a metaphor for death. It’s not to be feared or delayed – everybody gotta leave some time.

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Pick your battles wisely. Everything ain’t worth the fight or sweat. If you can get your point across without screaming, cool! But if you end up losing your voice altogether – even better! Maybe that’ll remind you of how much raising your voice in an argument ain’t worth it. Some points are connected but most of the dots get lost in the sauce. You ain’t gotta break your cool – just to defend a point. If you really care – extend the same duty to someone else. They care too albeit from a different perspective.

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Some things require a password. If you don’t know the password – you still not gonna get access by making one up. You might need to contact a professional hacker. Although, I’m pretty sure if you are that desperate – you got some shit you need to figure out. Why not create your own account? It doesn’t have to be like you – get creative. Make up some shit, creating characters with their own moods and personalities can be a lot of fun!! WARNING: If you spend too much time on the net, you may fall into the trap of believing what you see. What’s worst, is cat-fishing real people because you stole a real person picture without asking them. May I suggest, using a cartoon for your avatar or a stock photo instead?

&AnotherThing….*Probably the most important lesson*

Somethings are someone’s personal experience. EVERYTHING is not every ones “Thing”. The grace of minding your business blesses you mostly. Why not take this blessing? Interfering with another life is beyond invasive. It’s downright, hubris. There’s enough to handle in your own pyramid. Glasses need to be cleaned. Shelves dusted off. Floors that need a proper shine. In spite, all the work that can be done in your home – why worry about someone else’s yard? What’s the point in getting involved in another’s battle? Why even get upset if you smell herbs that ain’t your own? You can still commit to helping from a distance without in return destroying a village. Do yourself a service and keep it moving!

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Punitive Punch

Punitive Punch

They came with a punitive punch. A punch meant to sentence me to prison. They wanted me to pay for all my alleged crimes.

There I went – flying with punishment for crimes I did not commit. Something as small as an ant turned into a monster from The Transformers series.

What’s the point of making something so minuscule a major quandary? The implication of guilt then breeds a fierce judgment which disqualifies my actual existence to think freely.

Applauding progress nowadays is like sticking a gun up to someone after they sincerely apologize. I want to change that. Progress deserves a laudable response when met with demonstrative commitment.

Instead, I’m given a whip to my brain – fighting over the grains of sand while building skyscrapers with what remains.

This was a knockout to the mind and a strangle to my neck. I was sent without warning and while believing I was strong, I then came across a nail polish bottle.

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This was a test of my strength and I couldn’t pass it as well as I thought. The twists and turns only left my hands bruised – this was a punch meaning to wrongfully arrest me with brutal enforcement. 

This was meant to make a mockery of my weakness and while we all deal with it at some point. I’ve already been locked in a padded cell. I’m crying out for Justice and Mercy, but will I ever be heard? The guards laugh at me as they know this familiar story.

So, what’s left to say when you’ve been punched? You can hit back but a punch ain’t a pinch. This punch was a knockdown to my rebuttal. A rebuke to my progress – a punitive punch which knocked me to the ground.

As I lay down to lick my wounds, I’m reminded that a punch doesn’t mean it’s the end of me. A punch is much like a reminder that it was all a joke. *Like come on, don’t take it that seriously* I sure as hell ain’t Laughing but I’m not crying either. A striking blow yes, but it opened a window to my healing.

Now, I can contemplate my next move! I’ll offer a punch back this time – with a spike. Then we can get this party started for real! No more tears or fears – Justice has finally served us pardoned.

The Dial of Your Philosophy

The Dial of Your Philosophy

I rather the page of the story be bookmarked than turned completely. I’m drifting lost. No more pages left to read. A story told by the word of mouth. The art of listening is also hearing what was not being said. To be caught against offense is to not hold merit personally.

For theories and the word of the philosophers  – the tongue is to encourage thinking and questioning. If you can not ask within yourself – the wonder remains lost. The answer is far found by systems designed that you function within them. If by departing into identity, you’ll be at an advantage to learn about liberty. The liberation of the soul is real and true.

We have teachers all around us imparting knowledge that we can learn and share from. Everyone wants to assume they are right and have the answers. Some offer better reasons than others. Standing on the fence of what’s right and what’s wrong – cross parallels the difference between the points and lines.

At what length does one go through to show where they stand? Proximity and measures across the boards – determine what is heard. Some ideas are sworn into a moral code and are eventually locked in. When these ideas become locked in, you risk the danger of cutting out new information. Ideas expand from root and observations – these are unknown causes that can only be set to challenge real effects.

I think a lot of us deal with way more than we have to. We put on extra because the world shares extra. A lot of what we know is partial. Subjectivity and objectivity are often confused.

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“If I could speak only when spoken to – would you listen when asked? By listening – I mean to get where one is coming from without interjecting?

Every day I’m learning what it means to speak to myself in my mind. Before I open my mouth, I deal with what my brain processes beforehand. If I speak too soon, I may trespass a meaning that wasn’t intended. Nobody wants that. Then you have to suffer a repetition of what was said – to make sure you heard correctly. You might then have to deal with the delivery of how you said it.

We should all deal with our meanings, reactions, and emotions accordingly. More often than not, we may bite too soon and chew way too fast. How can anything we consume be properly digested if we’ve forced ourselves to eat at a fast pace?

Everybody seems to be in a hurry. The race to the finish line. If we could all be punctual – but we all have or different reasons for arriving late or even early. Some people don’t wear a watch and have to constantly ask – what time is it?

I wear a watch and this gives some a slither of confidence. I’m aware of the passing seconds. This sometimes wrestles with my anxiety when I think the time is running out. If anything time reinforces an amount of control we have temporarily – time is the only element we can agree on within a frame or more.

Belief is what you want or do not desire. You can turn it off or on. There isn’t really a way to look at it unless you start really believing it. Belief is really magic. The reason why people believe is beyond our comprehension. People usually have several different moral beliefs but fail at holding them in true value. This is because when challenged on what we believe it depends on the moment of our conviction.

You might catch me on a day where I’m trading my movement for stillness. My days are fractured by the measured on how well I kept up with emotion. The feelings we have are temporal and don’t really engage any long term values. When one appears they can easily hide behind the veil. Curtains are drawn. Masks are worn. Walls are shredded. It’s the bliss of spells cast by illusion and attention. There’s the art to morality that eventually calls into question philosophy. Where do you stand as it concerns YOUR PLACE IN THIS YOUNIVERSE?

You dial what moves are made by the orbit of gravity and shit. 😀

Weave In // Weave Out

Weave In // Weave Out

If you steer too far right you eventually gonna get left. Stay in your lane and don’t spare too many of your pennies on the counter. When all is summarized – everything is gonna need to be accounted for. To every cent that is gained- it is measured a collective sum. It all counts, homie! Put every ounce of your passion in conveying the message to the heart. What you say carries merit. These words mean something and the demonstration of them are the essences of honesty.

What you say is recorded, what you do is embedded in the memories of your selection. Be on the look out. Draw your vision and dream boards. Plan ahead and do your thing! Like sewing, a button on a shirt…everything goes in and goes out…..

I’m gonna weave in and weave out. All while remaining present in my spelling and posture of delivery. I’m gonna be cool and own the space around me. Not finding too much closure in the loose ends but enough to be fitted in the time of my arrival. I’m gonna look into the eyes of those who I transfer a message and understand the writing on the walls. I won’t be plagued by the seemingly impossible but brought to light by reality.

I’m gonna come around the corner and jump the block. Nothing is gonna stop my determination because integrity in myself is fueling my acceleration. In and out. Stop and finish. A game that the two of us can play if we learn to be cool. Cool is not sweating the phases of life in whatever way they show. You know, weave in and weave out.YES