Life is so much more beautiful when it's broken. Not completely shattered, though there are times when despair has its moments of perfection, but I would say that when life is taking its toll on an individual, it has the tendency to be the most beautiful.
Think about it. People read romance because of how it makes them feel inside. When is that pivotal moment in which the person feels strongest for the character? When they are confronted with losing everything. When that fracture of damage is done, and one wrong move could push them to the brink of losing everything; but they don't. It's in that one moment that every readers thinks "this is so sad that it's perfect."
Life has a tendency to be the same way. I hate feeling alone, depressed, or as if I'm going to lose something that I love. But it's in that moment that the true beauty of my life comes out. It's there that I can see, without the slightest bit of doubt, the beauty that runs through my commitment.
I suppose in some sense, I'm not as pessimistic as I thought. There must be some optimism in me, to see the beauty of the worst moments of my life, and still find the strength to force out a smile. Even if it's just a small one.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Rocks
Back when we were arguing over Plate Tectonics and its validity, there was much discussion about rocks and how they have moved over the years. There were many cases in which people pointed out that rocks in Northern Canada are exactly the same as rocks found in, Ireland, for example. I have this terrible day-dreaming problem, and when I was listening to my professor talk about these moving rocks, I couldn't help but let my mind run away with its self.
Moving rocks... Walking rocks... What if rocks had legs? How cool would that be?! Yea, exactly. The Pet Rock wouldn't be so stupid then, would it! Granted, gardening would be difficult if all your garden rocks up and walked away if they got bored, but hey, they are rocks. I bet they could spend a real long time sitting and doing nothing. After all, they are millions of years old! A human lifetime probably passes them by in a heartbeat.
Still, it would be cool to have a pet rock that walked around. They would probably walk very very slowly though. I mean, it's a rock, you can't ask it to be a speed demon when all its life it has been sitting around doing nothing. But then, on the other side of the coin, it has a lot of lost time to make up for. Maybe they would be fast. Maybe we would slow them down.
Crimes would be easier too. If you could throw a rock at a car, or through a window, and then it would get up and walk away... Just think of the possibilities here. Walking pet weapons. You can't just pick up your puppy and throw it at someone because you are angry, but a rock! Oh, what a world it would be!
Rocks are cool today, just as they are, but walking rocks- now there's a future I look forward to.
Moving rocks... Walking rocks... What if rocks had legs? How cool would that be?! Yea, exactly. The Pet Rock wouldn't be so stupid then, would it! Granted, gardening would be difficult if all your garden rocks up and walked away if they got bored, but hey, they are rocks. I bet they could spend a real long time sitting and doing nothing. After all, they are millions of years old! A human lifetime probably passes them by in a heartbeat.
Still, it would be cool to have a pet rock that walked around. They would probably walk very very slowly though. I mean, it's a rock, you can't ask it to be a speed demon when all its life it has been sitting around doing nothing. But then, on the other side of the coin, it has a lot of lost time to make up for. Maybe they would be fast. Maybe we would slow them down.
Crimes would be easier too. If you could throw a rock at a car, or through a window, and then it would get up and walk away... Just think of the possibilities here. Walking pet weapons. You can't just pick up your puppy and throw it at someone because you are angry, but a rock! Oh, what a world it would be!
Rocks are cool today, just as they are, but walking rocks- now there's a future I look forward to.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Avoidance
People have this odd tendency to avoid situations that will challenge them. It seems to be an epidemic. It makes sense to avoid potentially dangerous or stressful situations, but why challenging? People have the strangest of habits. The idea of avoiding a challenge makes me sad. Challenges are fun.
I shouldn't speak about avoidance so "willy-nilly". I have my moments where I simply don't want to deal with anything, and I suppose on that level, I can relate to you anti-challenge people. There is one problem, however. I don't think, even as I try to relate, I could ever just avoid challenge. In fact, the one thing I actually try to avoid on a regular basis causes the greatest challenge of all. I try to avoid myself.
It's a difficult and time consuming task, trying to avoid yourself. If you are thinking "that's stupid," you are obviously an ignorant fool, but I have a thing against ignorance and so I will walk the road of the wise and enlighten you on the truth of avoiding yourself. First, you have to get very angry at you. I do this by ignoring myself. Me hates being ignored. If I have a good idea, I immediately suppress it. I'm not even going to listen. Then, I do things I don't want to do. For example, if I'm tired, I might go for a jog. If I want to read, I might watch TV. If I'm procrastinating, I'll do some work. I tend to do this until I'm so furious I feel I'm going to explode in a blind fit of rage. Then I do it some more. By this point, I'm so pissed off at me that I just stop believing I'm part of myself. I just stop caring. The angry part drifts off into my mind, and the other part goes ahead and does whatever it wants. Then, the two halves of me, the mental and the physical, meet back up when they have cooled down, and we are friends again. But, in that gap of time when we are ignoring each other, however long it lasts, I have completely avoided myself. It's wonderful.
Give it a shot. But I warn you, you have to be a little crazy for it to work. But then, I'm a firm believer in everyone is at least a little bit crazy, and if you don't agree, then you are probably one of the most crazy of all of us.
I shouldn't speak about avoidance so "willy-nilly". I have my moments where I simply don't want to deal with anything, and I suppose on that level, I can relate to you anti-challenge people. There is one problem, however. I don't think, even as I try to relate, I could ever just avoid challenge. In fact, the one thing I actually try to avoid on a regular basis causes the greatest challenge of all. I try to avoid myself.
It's a difficult and time consuming task, trying to avoid yourself. If you are thinking "that's stupid," you are obviously an ignorant fool, but I have a thing against ignorance and so I will walk the road of the wise and enlighten you on the truth of avoiding yourself. First, you have to get very angry at you. I do this by ignoring myself. Me hates being ignored. If I have a good idea, I immediately suppress it. I'm not even going to listen. Then, I do things I don't want to do. For example, if I'm tired, I might go for a jog. If I want to read, I might watch TV. If I'm procrastinating, I'll do some work. I tend to do this until I'm so furious I feel I'm going to explode in a blind fit of rage. Then I do it some more. By this point, I'm so pissed off at me that I just stop believing I'm part of myself. I just stop caring. The angry part drifts off into my mind, and the other part goes ahead and does whatever it wants. Then, the two halves of me, the mental and the physical, meet back up when they have cooled down, and we are friends again. But, in that gap of time when we are ignoring each other, however long it lasts, I have completely avoided myself. It's wonderful.
Give it a shot. But I warn you, you have to be a little crazy for it to work. But then, I'm a firm believer in everyone is at least a little bit crazy, and if you don't agree, then you are probably one of the most crazy of all of us.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Rain
Today will be my first serious post. I'm sorry to any who I disappoint by writing in such a manor, but I have something on my mind, and so I am going to share it with all of you. Last night, it rained from midnight until six this morning. At around two thirty, I went outside to do nothing but stand and let the drops run down my face and soak my cloths.
There is no natural occurrence in this world more perfect than rain. It is beautiful in all its forms, from the gentle feeling of each droplet as it hits your skin to the sound of it pattering outside a closed window. It is mysteriously romantic, making even the most plain of kisses more beautiful, the most simple of walks more breathtaking.
I hold the rain very close to my heart. I have fond memories of times spent in it with a woman I love. But know that long before even this, the rain has always captivated me. I have loved it since before I can remember, and I hope that I love it forever. If there is a god, in any shape size or form, then the rain is the one thing he created that I have nothing bad to say about. If there is no god, then millions of years of building an ecosystem has lead to this one climactic point, and I am shocked that something so perfectly beautiful can occur so naturally.
Thank you, to memories of rain on cold nights, to the feeling of droplets on my skin, and to the sound of peacefulness that accompanies a quiet storm.
There is no natural occurrence in this world more perfect than rain. It is beautiful in all its forms, from the gentle feeling of each droplet as it hits your skin to the sound of it pattering outside a closed window. It is mysteriously romantic, making even the most plain of kisses more beautiful, the most simple of walks more breathtaking.
I hold the rain very close to my heart. I have fond memories of times spent in it with a woman I love. But know that long before even this, the rain has always captivated me. I have loved it since before I can remember, and I hope that I love it forever. If there is a god, in any shape size or form, then the rain is the one thing he created that I have nothing bad to say about. If there is no god, then millions of years of building an ecosystem has lead to this one climactic point, and I am shocked that something so perfectly beautiful can occur so naturally.
Thank you, to memories of rain on cold nights, to the feeling of droplets on my skin, and to the sound of peacefulness that accompanies a quiet storm.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Nothing
Today, I am writing about nothing. Seems strange of me, doesn't it, seeing as every other post I have written oddly points in that direction anyways. But, today, things are different. Today, I am declaring nothing before I even begin coming up with ideas. So, from the moment onwards, I am writing on the spot, deleting nothing and adding in nothing. It really is going to be about... nothing.
I don't talk to people that often about things that actually matter, and I consider the nothing that floats in my mind to be incredibly important. Therefor, I don't really talk about it that much. Still, I have noticed that my nothing is usually quite different to other people's nothing. In fact, my most recent girlfriend used to get rather frustrated with me when she asked what I did today, and I responded "nothing." To her, nothing was a waste of time. Nothing meant I did... well, I did nothing. Sadly, that was one of our greatest miscommunications. Let me explain.
My nothing involves many things that are actually something. In fact, it's so many somethings put together that it really does accomplish next to nothing, which I think is why I call it nothing. Sometimes, a something sneaks through. I credit these to anything I consider an amazing idea, usually for a book or a part of a book I'm already writing, but sometimes it's just a thought like my ideas of space (I'll share those later). But, the most important thing to note is this: my greatest ideas, the ones I act on and am proud of, sneak into my mind when I'm consciously doing nothing. I guess that's why I'm never upset with doing nothing. It's my working space.
For me, nothing is something. Ironic, I think a something leaked through all the nothing and created this post. I love the unconscious mind. It has such an attitude.
I don't talk to people that often about things that actually matter, and I consider the nothing that floats in my mind to be incredibly important. Therefor, I don't really talk about it that much. Still, I have noticed that my nothing is usually quite different to other people's nothing. In fact, my most recent girlfriend used to get rather frustrated with me when she asked what I did today, and I responded "nothing." To her, nothing was a waste of time. Nothing meant I did... well, I did nothing. Sadly, that was one of our greatest miscommunications. Let me explain.
My nothing involves many things that are actually something. In fact, it's so many somethings put together that it really does accomplish next to nothing, which I think is why I call it nothing. Sometimes, a something sneaks through. I credit these to anything I consider an amazing idea, usually for a book or a part of a book I'm already writing, but sometimes it's just a thought like my ideas of space (I'll share those later). But, the most important thing to note is this: my greatest ideas, the ones I act on and am proud of, sneak into my mind when I'm consciously doing nothing. I guess that's why I'm never upset with doing nothing. It's my working space.
For me, nothing is something. Ironic, I think a something leaked through all the nothing and created this post. I love the unconscious mind. It has such an attitude.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Tick, Tock, Tick...
When was it we decided to live our lives by the clock? Honestly, it has to be the most restraining thing we have created. Life must have been better when we judged time based on the movements of the sun. Who could be mad if you were late to "half-past big cloud" or "quarter to thunder"? Granted, it was probably a lot tougher to deal with, but honestly, how would you know if it wasn't you that's early and they are on time?
I'm not a fan of time. In all aspects, I don't like it. It makes me feel old, it makes me feel like I'm wasting my day, it makes me get up when I don't want to, and go to bed when I don't feel like it. It bugs me. Day and night, now I'm good with that, but 13:12, 21:59, 2:31, and all other time's in the 24 hour day just bug me.
I also don't like the expression "It will take time." I know it will take time, but guess what, I don't really have much of it. I have about 80 years if I'm lucky, and I don't want to waste it waiting for whatever it is to pass or come. Time, I hate you.
Immortality would be great. It completely negates the need for time. Doctors, get to work on medical immortality! Explorers, find the fountain of youth! Time is ticking!
I'm not a fan of time. In all aspects, I don't like it. It makes me feel old, it makes me feel like I'm wasting my day, it makes me get up when I don't want to, and go to bed when I don't feel like it. It bugs me. Day and night, now I'm good with that, but 13:12, 21:59, 2:31, and all other time's in the 24 hour day just bug me.
I also don't like the expression "It will take time." I know it will take time, but guess what, I don't really have much of it. I have about 80 years if I'm lucky, and I don't want to waste it waiting for whatever it is to pass or come. Time, I hate you.
Immortality would be great. It completely negates the need for time. Doctors, get to work on medical immortality! Explorers, find the fountain of youth! Time is ticking!
Friday, June 1, 2007
1 New Voicemail
I love mobile phones. Everything about them, from convenience to brain tumors, only strengthens my unyielding love towards them. I don't even have a home phone anymore. In fact, I haven't had a house phone for almost seven years. What's the point? A mobile is my home phone, and seeing as I spend so little time at my place of residence, it seems rather pointless to pay fifty dollars extra a month for a phone I'll never use.
Still, despite my love for mobile (or cell) phones, there is one thing that just pisses me off. Really, it's not the phone's fault, but the person who calls me. I can't stand it when I see the words "1 New Voicemail" across my home screen. Now, there are exceptions, as with every rule, but for the focal point of my argument, I hate those words and never want to see them. Very rarely does anyone have anything important enough to say to leave a voicemail. Usually, all you get is this: "Uh, yea, it's me, call me back." Do you realize how much time you just wasted making me listen to that? Do you not realize every single cell phone comes with a "1 missed call" function that tells the receiver exactly who called, when, and what number was used? I don't need you to leave me a message saying "call me back"! My phone already told me to that!
If you have something important to say, fine, leave a message, if not, let my phone do its job. I don't want it to get lazy and think it doesn't have to tell me I missed a call because you left a message. I hate lazy phones. Don't make mine become one.
Still, despite my love for mobile (or cell) phones, there is one thing that just pisses me off. Really, it's not the phone's fault, but the person who calls me. I can't stand it when I see the words "1 New Voicemail" across my home screen. Now, there are exceptions, as with every rule, but for the focal point of my argument, I hate those words and never want to see them. Very rarely does anyone have anything important enough to say to leave a voicemail. Usually, all you get is this: "Uh, yea, it's me, call me back." Do you realize how much time you just wasted making me listen to that? Do you not realize every single cell phone comes with a "1 missed call" function that tells the receiver exactly who called, when, and what number was used? I don't need you to leave me a message saying "call me back"! My phone already told me to that!
If you have something important to say, fine, leave a message, if not, let my phone do its job. I don't want it to get lazy and think it doesn't have to tell me I missed a call because you left a message. I hate lazy phones. Don't make mine become one.
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