.
Dwelling on funny thoughts it's a laughable matter to anyone who takes lifes too seriously.
I guess I am the kind of person, who tries to take life too lightly when it comes to everyone else, except my own.
Hoe is me!
A typical self-pity scenario that society as endured for too long and produced creative replies such as "Cheer up! At least you got your health" or "Spare me with the pity and self-loathing".
I wonder if people are naturally bad or if they are born like that. Possibly some are thaught to be evil, just be following the example of others, without considering for once that to question someone's acts is far more legitim than following them blindly.
I guess I am not inclined to be funny, at least I don't think I will be with this bitter tone and harsh examples.
Paramount moments.
Now, there is something worth spending some fragments of time pondering. What were my greatest moments lately. Will I ever match those moments in my remaing life time?
Funny, sometimes I think more about living the moment, now I am divided between my past and my future. Considering if the future will match or even beat the past, without putting to consideration whatever gift my present has installed for me.
I wanted to write something today. I wanted it to be deep and heart felt, so that my words, put together with so much effort would find its way to move someone.
The best feeling I have had, thus far, was realizing that in my life some of my actions, one at least, perhaps more, have made somebody's life better at one specific point.
Still, I am no angel, and for every positive action, I most certainly produce an equally negative reaction, as the laws of the Universe state.
Last funny thought of all. The angel.
I wish I was an angel. No to fly nor play the banjo up on the clouds. but rather to assist, to talk, to cheerish, to reach into the depths of feeling and release anybodya adn everybody from the river of pain the flows beneath their skin, hidden behind false smiles and funny innuendos.
I guess anyone can be an angel. All it takes is a random act of kindness to anyone we meet.
without prejudice, without pride, without a scoring intent.
Why?
Because it is funny to be as good as good can be to anyone, no matter how bitter they can be.
A bit of magic, here and there... that's all it takes.
However, for magic to work, there must be believers.
For its from the chains of belief that the magic draws the strenght to do something unique.
In this mellow day of october, I realize that to be an angel, all it takes is a bit of belief in my own acts of random kindness, despite all the sorrow I might feel at any given point.
All creatures deserve happiness.
Oh well!
mamuts@gmail.com
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
The inspirational energy of depression
.
O me! O life!
Of these questions
Of these recurring,
Of the endless trains
of the faithless,
of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever
reaproaching myself,
(for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
....
This is from a poem by Walt Whitman. I will not delay with the full transcription of such a fine poem that seems to be a work inspired
in doubts for life.
Doubts that seem to be reminiscent of a sort of pain.
Sketches of pain can sometimes be used to express such beauty that transcends reason and borders on the
fine colours of emotion.
At times, during my youth it was common for me to be depressed because I would love someone that would not love me back, or if somebody said something bad about me just to make me feel guilty for the choices I made here or there.
I remember quite vividly of having long faces followed by huge depressions-wannabes.
The funny thing was, that during those days I was able to express my creativity in ways that most of the times I couldn't.
Much like Whitman with some of his darker work, probably a result of well channeled pain into inspiration.
This is the trouble that afflicts much people these days. The frozen of the mind due to a swelling of the heart. Painful as some of life's events may be, one can use that negative side to our advantadge, to our expression.
People are different all over, but they do obey to the same common rules when it comes to function of reason and emotion. The complex process differs of course, but in the end, we respond to love, pain, joy, infortune, and so many others.
if your joy and gay, perform a merry dance, draw a joyful painting, sing a song... whatever you do, express yourself. for the joy of being happy is as precious as life can be.
However, to understand the deepness of sadness is an art in itself... one that can only be mastered when you've suffered once. Beautiful works have been produced throught the ages due to great depressions.
The point I want to emphasize is that you can enjoy (later on) the prodigal son, in its art form, of your so called chaos of balance.
Looking forward to see, hear or read the works of ye depressed, that do not know the power of creation that lurks in the shadows of any given tear-drop.
mamuts@gmail.com
O me! O life!
Of these questions
Of these recurring,
Of the endless trains
of the faithless,
of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever
reaproaching myself,
(for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
....
This is from a poem by Walt Whitman. I will not delay with the full transcription of such a fine poem that seems to be a work inspired
in doubts for life.
Doubts that seem to be reminiscent of a sort of pain.
Sketches of pain can sometimes be used to express such beauty that transcends reason and borders on the
fine colours of emotion.
At times, during my youth it was common for me to be depressed because I would love someone that would not love me back, or if somebody said something bad about me just to make me feel guilty for the choices I made here or there.
I remember quite vividly of having long faces followed by huge depressions-wannabes.
The funny thing was, that during those days I was able to express my creativity in ways that most of the times I couldn't.
Much like Whitman with some of his darker work, probably a result of well channeled pain into inspiration.
This is the trouble that afflicts much people these days. The frozen of the mind due to a swelling of the heart. Painful as some of life's events may be, one can use that negative side to our advantadge, to our expression.
People are different all over, but they do obey to the same common rules when it comes to function of reason and emotion. The complex process differs of course, but in the end, we respond to love, pain, joy, infortune, and so many others.
if your joy and gay, perform a merry dance, draw a joyful painting, sing a song... whatever you do, express yourself. for the joy of being happy is as precious as life can be.
However, to understand the deepness of sadness is an art in itself... one that can only be mastered when you've suffered once. Beautiful works have been produced throught the ages due to great depressions.
The point I want to emphasize is that you can enjoy (later on) the prodigal son, in its art form, of your so called chaos of balance.
Looking forward to see, hear or read the works of ye depressed, that do not know the power of creation that lurks in the shadows of any given tear-drop.
mamuts@gmail.com
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Avoid the meadow
.
At times it seems like there is something hidden behind the walls of truth.
Word as it that the truth is a preception of reality only available to those who are in tune with the universe perspective.
What one sees, usually is what you get, not withstanding the variables surrounding the case at hand.
"Avoid the meadow" is the sentence of a movie, where a cow comes to life to attack a man that is passing by, on his way to find Master Pain, aka Betty.
If I knew the reasons that led me to the meadow in the first place, maybe I could find a fresh way to avoid it next time.
With the truth in place, playing its role as lady destiny sees fit, I am always subject to whatever the meadow has instaled for me.
Bah...
Today, I walked right into that one, and all the traps behind that soft plain full of mirages took me out.
As such, I am out...
At times it seems like there is something hidden behind the walls of truth.
Word as it that the truth is a preception of reality only available to those who are in tune with the universe perspective.
What one sees, usually is what you get, not withstanding the variables surrounding the case at hand.
"Avoid the meadow" is the sentence of a movie, where a cow comes to life to attack a man that is passing by, on his way to find Master Pain, aka Betty.
If I knew the reasons that led me to the meadow in the first place, maybe I could find a fresh way to avoid it next time.
With the truth in place, playing its role as lady destiny sees fit, I am always subject to whatever the meadow has instaled for me.
Bah...
Today, I walked right into that one, and all the traps behind that soft plain full of mirages took me out.
As such, I am out...
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