There is much confusion in the world.
Confusion so great it distorts reality.
But what is reality?
I believe it is less what is real, or what is tangible fact, rather that it is up to perception.
It is a great thing that humans are all the same in some ways, for if they weren't then their would be no such thing as reality.
If people did not perceive things in the same way, then "fact", which in itself is a verified public opinion of a matter, would cease to exist.
Let me explain.
A man who is sane, in his own right mind, thinking the way everybody else thinks, who knows that the sky is blue, deems another, a man who thinks differently, and that the sky is red, insane. But if the world was full of insane people, then who would be right?
If a majority found the sky red, then in all the books, all the archives, would say so.
Maybe a less dramatic, and more believable idea?
The men who invented the airplane were the first. Up against all odds, the Wright Brothers were out to do what had never been done before, something for the birds alone. Before their time, flight was deemed ludicrous. Even though we very well know today that flight is as easy as $55 to Southwest airlines and a quick trip to the airport.
Reality before the Wright Brothers was no reality, but after, public opinion was changed, and it became a very real reality. Without public opinion, the world would be lost to war about who is right.
The confusion of what is reality, and what reality should be is a problem.
This is where morals come in. Everybody in the world knows what should be. There should be peace. There should be prosperity, and yet there isn't. The result is confusion.
And in confusion, people's realities become distorted, and then their are misconceptions and misunderstandings.
Which feed the cycle.
It is truly vicious.
Such a thing could not spring from nothingness. Its an abomination. It must have been conceived.
Public opinion destroys things before they start, and crushes ideas in the bud, but it also keeps us together.
There is but one thing to do.
There is a reason every child is told in adolescence to be his or herself, and to not follow the public opinion.
Those who succeed are above its influence and lead lives happily.
But those who don't suffer through life, deep down questioning whether what they are doing is right, and hating themselves for their position. When they grow old, and they look back on life, it is with regret.
Be an individual, but do not force it. This is no fact, this is but my own opinion, written for those who care to try it out.
The most dangerous people are the ones who use the public opinion as a device of their own.
For they are the sources of confusion. There are too many. And the result is the debacle of the world today.
It is a beautiful place. But I worry for it to last.
The hardest thing to do is to realize that your entire life has influenced you to be the person you are, and to see beyond these experiences.
This is not without reason.
I am still confused.
It comes down to the same old question.
What is right?
For eons, people have puzzled over the questions. All in search for a means to an end.
To one such person who has come up with some solution. Say, Confucius, Muhammad, Jesus, or Buddha I would ask...
To what end?
The end of confusion.
Why end?
Because it torments the world.
Doesn't this just make it worse?
Not for me.
What about others?
If they understood me they would be fine.
But what if they don't want to?
Why shouldn't they?
Because not all people are like you.
They should be.
Why?
Because I am happy. They are not.
But they aren't like you, even if they would like to be.
It's worth a try, isn't it?
Wouldn't that be a bit confusing?
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
This is a Rant
This is not directed at anyone.
The world is kind of ironic; and not in a good way.
It makes me sad.
People are just so blind, they cannot see past what is put in front of them.
How many times have you heard the statement, "life is a like a big game"?
This is such a blatant misconception that it disgusts me. Life, to the masses, is a game.
But somebody had to make the game. Somebody had to make the rules. And most of all, somebody has to be controlling it.
Those who say life is game have spent their entire lives playing the fuckin thing and have just now realized, "hey, I've really learned a lot about being a good slave to society, I'm rich! I'm going to write books to instruct others in how to play the game. I am such a good person", are happy doing what they do, but really are the top top top percentile. The ultimate suck-ups.
Congratulations to all of you.
The way i see it, there are two ways to go through life the way it has been constructed as of late.
1) With a bunch of talent and practice and hard work, completely ignorant of what you're ultimately doing. In other words, getting lucky and following directions.
2) Becoming average.
However, few people are talented enough to actually even come close to success. It all comes down to genetics. How good your hand of cards is.
The game has become so pathetic now, that the road to greatness is the easiest if you have talent.
This is simply because the standards of the best are the best. Traits such as hard work, patience, diligence, loyalty, integrity, honesty, and character are all useless unless you have talent.
The people who make this game to control the masses of people who all aspire to greatness allow only those like them, the talented, single-minded, kings of their game, to take their place.
Whatever is left disperses around the world.
There is nothing anybody can do about this. It is the way of the world. The strongest survive.
It is so infuriating however, to those who may be talented, but refuse to be uni-directional, workaholic slaves and suck-ups.
There is so much of life to enjoy. So much beauty. So much passion.
And yet,
To survive, it must be sacrificed, it must be thrown away forever.
It is ironic only in that through constant failure I have discovered this.
And that those who understand cannot win.
How can they, with a good conscience.
When life is easy, and set like a train on a track for a destination, why even bother with understanding. Just do what you're told. Do what's put in front of you.
Am i just jealous?
Absolutely not. I could give up everything I love to be great at just one, but then i would be no different from the rest.
Do i see myself as a tragic hero?
Fuck no. I just know that it is my decision to fail.
It is ironic. If you try your hardest, and still do not succeed, then what?
People say you will be content.
We shall see.
Irony is a form of comedy.
I hate, no, I abhor how the world is just a sick joke.
And that nobody, truly nobody, gives a flying fuck for one another.
And that the expression, "No good deed goes unpunished" even exists.
And that I can do nothing.
FTW.
The world is kind of ironic; and not in a good way.
It makes me sad.
People are just so blind, they cannot see past what is put in front of them.
How many times have you heard the statement, "life is a like a big game"?
This is such a blatant misconception that it disgusts me. Life, to the masses, is a game.
But somebody had to make the game. Somebody had to make the rules. And most of all, somebody has to be controlling it.
Those who say life is game have spent their entire lives playing the fuckin thing and have just now realized, "hey, I've really learned a lot about being a good slave to society, I'm rich! I'm going to write books to instruct others in how to play the game. I am such a good person", are happy doing what they do, but really are the top top top percentile. The ultimate suck-ups.
Congratulations to all of you.
The way i see it, there are two ways to go through life the way it has been constructed as of late.
1) With a bunch of talent and practice and hard work, completely ignorant of what you're ultimately doing. In other words, getting lucky and following directions.
2) Becoming average.
However, few people are talented enough to actually even come close to success. It all comes down to genetics. How good your hand of cards is.
The game has become so pathetic now, that the road to greatness is the easiest if you have talent.
This is simply because the standards of the best are the best. Traits such as hard work, patience, diligence, loyalty, integrity, honesty, and character are all useless unless you have talent.
The people who make this game to control the masses of people who all aspire to greatness allow only those like them, the talented, single-minded, kings of their game, to take their place.
Whatever is left disperses around the world.
There is nothing anybody can do about this. It is the way of the world. The strongest survive.
It is so infuriating however, to those who may be talented, but refuse to be uni-directional, workaholic slaves and suck-ups.
There is so much of life to enjoy. So much beauty. So much passion.
And yet,
To survive, it must be sacrificed, it must be thrown away forever.
It is ironic only in that through constant failure I have discovered this.
And that those who understand cannot win.
How can they, with a good conscience.
When life is easy, and set like a train on a track for a destination, why even bother with understanding. Just do what you're told. Do what's put in front of you.
Am i just jealous?
Absolutely not. I could give up everything I love to be great at just one, but then i would be no different from the rest.
Do i see myself as a tragic hero?
Fuck no. I just know that it is my decision to fail.
It is ironic. If you try your hardest, and still do not succeed, then what?
People say you will be content.
We shall see.
Irony is a form of comedy.
I hate, no, I abhor how the world is just a sick joke.
And that nobody, truly nobody, gives a flying fuck for one another.
And that the expression, "No good deed goes unpunished" even exists.
And that I can do nothing.
FTW.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Everything means everything...
"On and On again"
In this place that i have known
my whole long life, all alone
I sit and stare, unwinding.
The waves wash up
they always have
and when I go
They wont laugh.
Nor will they cry
or stop rolling and die.
This spot will stay forever.
And as the moonlight shines
i think in my mind
of all the time
that has passed here
And about the day
so far away
Where i will never return.
"On and On again"
In this place that i have known
my whole long life, all alone
I sit and stare, unwinding.
The waves wash up
they always have
and when I go
They wont laugh.
Nor will they cry
or stop rolling and die.
This spot will stay forever.
And as the moonlight shines
i think in my mind
of all the time
that has passed here
And about the day
so far away
Where i will never return.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Choice
"Do we make decisions? And if so, to what end?"
However, it does, in its own way, give meaning and purpose to life and offers life beyond death as a 'wonderful' incentive.
'Afterlife' scares me much in the same way that infinity does.
Be completely honest with yourself. Anything, no matter how perfect or unwavering, that lasts forever would be horrific. Sure the first 500+ years are enjoyable, but then what?
It makes no sense. And maybe it isn't meant to. But it still can't be anything like what is promised.
Because of this, I am forced to believe that it is choice that governs the world of man.
Through this logic, i am forced to admit that no matter what i do, there will be an outcome.
The decision to write this blog affects nobody but myself and yet, it has kept me from my math homework, and by extension, from sleeping.
My father always compares life to a hand of cards. He says that you have to play what you're dealt.
It's true, but it isn't five card draw. You cannot exchange your cards, you just have to make the best decisions and go from there.
You only get one hand to play, and whether you've got a pair of twos or a straight flush, you have to make a move sometime.
The decision not to make a decision is not one at all. Holding all your cards until they can no longer be played is not only foolish and useless, but puts you in a position to fail.
Utterly and Completely.
But if you indeed make the decision to not make a decision, life will pass you by, you will become nothing.
In effect, a discard pile.
Why is chess considered a game?
It is the most intricate, complex, and difficult pastime to even come close to fathoming. Even those who dedicate their lives to the game, grandmasters, do not understand it, they memorize it.
It is a game because it is not the pieces that make the decisions, but their controllers; us.
All of these pointless metaphors are an attempt to explain that even though the fact that we as humans have choice, which implies no purpose to anything at all that has ever existed, our lives are meaningful because we have to choose. It is choice that gives us all the will to strive for greatness, to succeed, to live.
It is choice that is our primal instinct.
A knight does not feel pain when it is sacrificed for the queen, but a man of a royal guard feels pain taking a hit for the king.
We all make our own choices, and our choices directly impact our own futures, and ultimately lead to our deaths.
But with death, there comes a lack of self-control.
No possibility exists for the next world if no choices can be made. Assuming of course that our brains and not our 'souls' make decisions, and that they cease to function when we die.
Inversely, there are many who believe in destiny and fate, which is to imply that life is simply a game that is played by higher individuals, and that we are the product of the whims of others.However, it does, in its own way, give meaning and purpose to life and offers life beyond death as a 'wonderful' incentive.
'Afterlife' scares me much in the same way that infinity does.
Be completely honest with yourself. Anything, no matter how perfect or unwavering, that lasts forever would be horrific. Sure the first 500+ years are enjoyable, but then what?
It makes no sense. And maybe it isn't meant to. But it still can't be anything like what is promised.
Because of this, I am forced to believe that it is choice that governs the world of man.
Through this logic, i am forced to admit that no matter what i do, there will be an outcome.
The decision to write this blog affects nobody but myself and yet, it has kept me from my math homework, and by extension, from sleeping.
My father always compares life to a hand of cards. He says that you have to play what you're dealt.
It's true, but it isn't five card draw. You cannot exchange your cards, you just have to make the best decisions and go from there.
You only get one hand to play, and whether you've got a pair of twos or a straight flush, you have to make a move sometime.
The decision not to make a decision is not one at all. Holding all your cards until they can no longer be played is not only foolish and useless, but puts you in a position to fail.
Utterly and Completely.
But if you indeed make the decision to not make a decision, life will pass you by, you will become nothing.
In effect, a discard pile.
Why is chess considered a game?
It is the most intricate, complex, and difficult pastime to even come close to fathoming. Even those who dedicate their lives to the game, grandmasters, do not understand it, they memorize it.
It is a game because it is not the pieces that make the decisions, but their controllers; us.
All of these pointless metaphors are an attempt to explain that even though the fact that we as humans have choice, which implies no purpose to anything at all that has ever existed, our lives are meaningful because we have to choose. It is choice that gives us all the will to strive for greatness, to succeed, to live.
It is choice that is our primal instinct.
A knight does not feel pain when it is sacrificed for the queen, but a man of a royal guard feels pain taking a hit for the king.
Monday, February 23, 2009
"What is Greatness?"
Greatness is not awarded. It is not given. It cannot be bought, or sold. It is earned.
In itself, greatness is nearly impossible to define, and describing it is no easy feat.
Make no mistake; there is no doubt of its existence.
Each day, we stumble upon it, or it is forced upon us, be it by the achievement of others or the staggering truths of life.
Like many other indefinable emotions and ideas, greatness is determined by the perspective of a person.
It just so happens that when a majority of a population feels as one that greatness is deserved, that it is earned.
Lance Armstrong, to any first world child or adult, represents greatness. However, to what significance is riding a bicycle faster then all others with half the manliness to a child suffering from malnutrition in central Africa?
To that child, greatness resides in the food he eats, or simply does not exist at all.
A good deal of the world looks up to Lance Armstrong, and has awarded him the title of "greatness" as a nearly unanimous feeling, but who does he look up to?
Does he see himself as greatness?
Do heroes idealize themselves?
I should hope not. There is no end to what a human can do in one hundred years of life in this world. This place is not boring. It does not run out of opportunities, or of information to learn.
I think greatness in truth, is achieving everything possible. To obtain what seems beyond reach and in the face of all odds, be it civil rights movement, or a deaf composer writing some of the most well renowned and venerated music ever.
Life’s obstacles are chances at greatness. And overcoming them is the gateway to immortality.
In itself, greatness is nearly impossible to define, and describing it is no easy feat.
Make no mistake; there is no doubt of its existence.
Each day, we stumble upon it, or it is forced upon us, be it by the achievement of others or the staggering truths of life.
Like many other indefinable emotions and ideas, greatness is determined by the perspective of a person.
It just so happens that when a majority of a population feels as one that greatness is deserved, that it is earned.
Lance Armstrong, to any first world child or adult, represents greatness. However, to what significance is riding a bicycle faster then all others with half the manliness to a child suffering from malnutrition in central Africa?
To that child, greatness resides in the food he eats, or simply does not exist at all.
A good deal of the world looks up to Lance Armstrong, and has awarded him the title of "greatness" as a nearly unanimous feeling, but who does he look up to?
Does he see himself as greatness?
Do heroes idealize themselves?
I should hope not. There is no end to what a human can do in one hundred years of life in this world. This place is not boring. It does not run out of opportunities, or of information to learn.
I think greatness in truth, is achieving everything possible. To obtain what seems beyond reach and in the face of all odds, be it civil rights movement, or a deaf composer writing some of the most well renowned and venerated music ever.
Life’s obstacles are chances at greatness. And overcoming them is the gateway to immortality.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
It's a Metaphor Within a Metaphor.
"What do you do when every door you open shuts and the walls close in around you?"
Life continues to amaze.
There are people in the middle/upper middle class who basically get stuck.
They are restricted by society, or in other words, money.
Because their salaries are restricted by their bosses who in turn hoard money and make bad decisions with it, the economy has slowly been diving until very recently when the world was hit with a sudden deficit of cash.
And because the world is lacking cash, bosses and the upper class decide to, instead of shortening their own salaries, to cut away unnecessary others, and shorten the salaries of their middle class and upper middle class workers.
To be fair to the high-ups... they don't decide to make budget cuts, they are forced to by the structure of society.
If they took the deficit out of their own pay checks... then they would no longer be upper class, and the as a result, very few rich people would be left over, and then all that is left would be chaos.
It's a system of checks and balances designed to spread the wealth and keep the superpowers at bay by equalizing them. This takes care of itself because rich people like being rich and work hard to maintain their position.
This battle of the wealthy takes a toll on the middle class, and the ones who want to survive, have to work.
It is not long before they're stuck at a dead end job. And the walls close in.
Fortunately for these middle-class plebeians, there is more to life then just work.
The middle class fight to open a door to another bit of life. Maybe sport or acting or music or art or women or something that is not work.
But life continues to amaze. For at any given point... the door is slammed shut. An injury, a stale relationship, a cut etc.
The work remains. The fight for his own existence still sits around.
There are a great deal of people on this planet, and for every man who fails, there are six ready to take his place.
Originality is nearly unreachable.
So what do you do?
I do not think anyone knows. For there are many who have tried to escape.
and just as many who have failed.
There may be one thing that separates any one faceless nameless robot from the next.
And if that one thing may be in existence then it is intensity.
To the middle/upper class citizen,
Keep you're head up, get through it all.
The walls can keep getting closer, and the doors can continuously slam in your face, but they cannot crush you unless you let them.
Some walls have windows.
Life continues to amaze.
There are people in the middle/upper middle class who basically get stuck.
They are restricted by society, or in other words, money.
Because their salaries are restricted by their bosses who in turn hoard money and make bad decisions with it, the economy has slowly been diving until very recently when the world was hit with a sudden deficit of cash.
And because the world is lacking cash, bosses and the upper class decide to, instead of shortening their own salaries, to cut away unnecessary others, and shorten the salaries of their middle class and upper middle class workers.
To be fair to the high-ups... they don't decide to make budget cuts, they are forced to by the structure of society.
If they took the deficit out of their own pay checks... then they would no longer be upper class, and the as a result, very few rich people would be left over, and then all that is left would be chaos.
It's a system of checks and balances designed to spread the wealth and keep the superpowers at bay by equalizing them. This takes care of itself because rich people like being rich and work hard to maintain their position.
This battle of the wealthy takes a toll on the middle class, and the ones who want to survive, have to work.
It is not long before they're stuck at a dead end job. And the walls close in.
Fortunately for these middle-class plebeians, there is more to life then just work.
The middle class fight to open a door to another bit of life. Maybe sport or acting or music or art or women or something that is not work.
But life continues to amaze. For at any given point... the door is slammed shut. An injury, a stale relationship, a cut etc.
The work remains. The fight for his own existence still sits around.
There are a great deal of people on this planet, and for every man who fails, there are six ready to take his place.
Originality is nearly unreachable.
So what do you do?
I do not think anyone knows. For there are many who have tried to escape.
and just as many who have failed.
There may be one thing that separates any one faceless nameless robot from the next.
And if that one thing may be in existence then it is intensity.
To the middle/upper class citizen,
Keep you're head up, get through it all.
The walls can keep getting closer, and the doors can continuously slam in your face, but they cannot crush you unless you let them.
Some walls have windows.
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