Limelight

"Life can be wonderful if you're not afraid of it. All it takes is courage, imagination ... and a little dough.' 
Cavalero

Friends, nothing could be truer.
For Life is rather wonderful, full of awe and amazement if one just steps aside the ill perceptions and accepts the unfolding of events as an active player; rather than being a mindless spectator, someone who expects events to come to him and drag him out in a sort directionless raft that may actually take the poor sod anywhere worth going. 
The chances to take life's paramount nature are all there.
At every turn, in each second, with each breath.
We might let pass a few but soon, for sure another will definitely  ensue. And the true wonder of this little spectacle of chances is that the act that can make a difference can take place early on or just before your very last breath, with a kind of poetic justice that is written like the very last footnote that arranges all the previous actions up to the point in such a way that one's perception is changed, and what seemed to be a series of seamless unrelated events finally holds meaning.  

And all it takes is...

Courage to act
Imagination to know how to
Dough or luck to apply it when it needs to

For my part, I know that I have missed so many twists and turns in my life to make a difference, but I cannot ignore the load of opportunities that to this day I have grabbed the best way I could. 
Our actions, they are all up for interpretation, depending of the beholder. Trust me that they can always be played for better or worse, and perceived the same or inversely.  
But the beauty of if it all, is that even though those opportunities happen once... New opportunities will soon appear, prompting fresh results, unthinkable possibilities leading you to new and unfolding venues.  
For all that is worth, the limelight of life is comprised with right performance in the right time. 
It is the true action that needs to take place, either by word, silence, or momentum. 
The limelight will be remembered for the right chance taken by the performer.
The unique nature of how wonderful life can truly be is measured by the timing it takes to enjoy the right moment fully. 
And the right moment is now, with each breath, with each second, with each page turning.
So I dare you all, to rise for the moment that is now and take this life with the joy and sorrow that the event inspires you, but live that emotion fully because the opportunity is before you right now.

Thank you Mr. Chaplin for this lesson on humanity, through your own Limelight that inspired these simple but heartfelt words.

State of self

Hello everyone!

I am writing these words a few weeks after turning 40.
The feeling of crossing this fourth decade was not as harsh as it was when I was turning 30.
I think I had far lower expectations for this period of my life than when I was in my twenties wondering of all the achievements I would reach when I would eventually complete my thirty birthday.
I guess I can be proud of some accomplishments.

I wrote a page long of good thoughts and bad thoughts about my self. It was a hard raw look at my life.
Blogger's bugs lost these considerations i made.
I guess they served to merelly therapeutical.

My call for attention will have to be done some other way. I can say that I feel worse now than before writing.
I will sleep on this and hopefullly wake up feeling refreshed.

Tuesday evening

Tuesday evening, after tea...
The world is sheltered by a bubble of heat at local market place, that recently has been converted into an hang out place.
Myself and a few others have used the place for a couple of hours as a touchdown point to lay down a few ideas and thoughts.
The purpose of my words is not to bring them out, at least not right now.
The purpose in fact is just to state the obvious, I am here and now, at this place.
For you it will most likely feel as if I had been here before, which without a doubt is the truth. I was here and it mattered to me.
This was a remarkable Tuesday evening.
Just thinking about the uniqueness of your own, and you will realize how truly extraordinary is your ongoing life.
Tuesday evening, after tea...

Memories

“Are memories something that we have lost or something that we have”

Woddy Allen

People Skills

Sometimes I wonder about the people who have people skills. I wonder about them, because it can be argued that, from time to time, I to seem to have those skills. I guess my perplexity about this matter has to do with the borderline with hypocrisy and cynicism that to me run deep, when I keep to myself thoughts that I wish I had the nerve to put them out in the open.

What I do instead is smile or dismiss some ordinary joke to try and defuse the situation. Now that I think about It, I realize that I defuse it more for my protection than for the others. I guess I try to avoid conflicts, if, cowardly, I realize I cannot win them. I guess this in turn, might seem to make me quite the coward who lurks upon the weak and defenseless as prey to my evil deeds.

I do not see myself as the bully who chases anyone to feel a meager sense of superiority. Granted that sometimes I do indulge myself on pathetic attempt of grandeur, but it soon fades as I realize the fabric of my aspirations.

Still, I do wish I had the courage to speak out loud, rather than slipping into the diplomatic clownish role that suits the people so much. I guess I do everyone a favor by playing ball with the roles, and not standing so much in the spot light. After all, there are so many people around me that are attracted to it as bugs are attracted to the deadly blue light.

I wonder, if this is another representation of the Peter Gabriel’s song “We do what we’re told”. Do we? Just to fit in? I guess sociopaths just do not get along, because more than just saying whatever they please, they tend to do whatever they please even if it is unhealthy to others around me.

I have no aspiration on becoming a sociopath or do I condone their actions. But I wonder if faking, pretending and just playing along with the status quo defined by those in charge, is really the best people skills I have to aspire.

Moreover, if I am aware of this about myself, is anyone else aware of this. Is this even a problem?

Oh well, I would better resume with my day and kick off with that honest sense of people skills that keeps the world running.

The powerless mob loves Schadenfreude

At times I realize how frail the morals are within a so called enlighten people. It takes as little as a seed of contempt planted on the eager minds of those that readily follow the opinion makers to state a judgment they would not have had were it not for the innuendo planted before them.

It is sad to realize that I too have been lured by the opinions of others and swayed by the lure of a view which otherwise would not be my own. So I too am, at times, a member of this powerless mob that just follow the shepherd of the will as if his/her words were the unequivocal truth.

These kinds of manipulations have been depicted throughout the history of mankind. It appears that a small group of men have the ability to carry their own plans by convincing others. This can be good, when a leader is able to altruistic define a common benefic plan to be set into motion to help the whole group. This can be, if a bully can convince a majority of the group to act in contempt of a person or small group people to benefit mainly the bully. The benefits are not always clear, they might not be materialistic, they might just be display of superiority, a show of strength, a way to obliterate some competition. Alas, the bad option seems to be a much more common choice. The reptilian brain with all its instincts of survival and competition, makes people much fiercer towards on and other than supportive.

Nowadays with the advent of social media, ideas circulate like opiates. People comment on everything. The freedom of speech is alive, but the comprehensive thought is slow and usually mean. The mean spirited in most of us frequently comes out with so much spite and so little moderation, that the comments that you read on the social networks about current affairs are shear evil.

People are using the social media as forum to vent their personal frustrations disguised as attacks to the current figure who is been targeted. Much like the inquisition, the people would blindly and out of fear accept the judgment and would cheer for the sentence to be carried out.

Schadenfreude.

How people love to take pleasure out of someone else’s misery, particularly if they are a figure of reference or authority within the group or the society. If there is a chance to throw a rock, even if it is disguised by ill-meant words, they will do it. The western society often looks with contempt to other societies for displaying savage behavior, with barbaric sentences for petty crimes, when in fact the western society displays similar behaviors with different weapons… because words and attitudes will never hurt the same way as a rock.

How easy it is for us to pretend that this is all part of a free, democratic way of living and expressing different views. I welcome the debate, until it becomes an issue of dissenting on others who are just different, or if eventually erred.

The mob unfortunately, with all the access it has to a lengthy library of knowledge, does not seem to take time to learn from it, but rather just throw the first rock when the savant bully throws up some piece of ideological manure for others to blindly follow.

This week, any notion of a tolerant and respectful society just came closer to a fatal demise and the monsters are not just due on Mapple Street but in every other street.

Comment on that you mindless jackals that lurk on the opportunity to criticize for the pleasure of making feel the other inferior.

Forget myself

Quite a couple of hectic days I have been having divided among eros and thanatus.
They wear me down. I feel the need to slow down to the point of stillness where everything makes a kind of sense.
It is disturbing when reality conflicts with my abilities and spits in my face the constant truth, that I am not good enough. I am just a shipwrecked foe floating on stormy waters.

Perchance on day I can forget all of this, that as no discription.
Death, Love,