these are the things I’m most grateful for: a hot shower a full belly friends good health a brave wife freedom from the prison of alcoholism a roof that doesn’t leak the company of animals a relationship with God passion curiosity free will faith *** Jim
Life is hard enough without having to deal with bad drivers who don’t use their turn signals. And it’s more than just people who don’t use turn signals – it’s all kinds of things in traffic when we drive our metal pods around town pretending that we’re incubated from others. Only, we’re not. We’re all in this thing together trying to live our lives. Still, there are times when the actions of others, people who aren’t as aware as you…
Just saw Flight. First of all, wow – what an intense crash scene. Overall it was a good movie, though it was probably 30 minutes too long. But for me it was hard to watch because of the subject matter. Alcoholism is exactly like that. A web of lies that doesn’t let go regardless of your circumstances. In my case it was losing everything that meant anything to me which lead to homelessness. Did that stop me? No. For Captain…
We chase fame and fortune through tiny mirrors with diamond-encrusted frames as earthquakes and typhoons turn whole cities into rubble. We send a tweet. Tell people to donate to the Red Cross. And still, within the destruction, we seek validation. A retweet. A new follower. In this new age of self awareness. This new age of self – where we seek out only those relationships that benefit us. We think about the little people covered in mud. For a second…
Long before PDAs and SmartPhones, I used to carry a little pad of paper with me wherever I went. And a pen. I had ink stains in most of my jeans and shirts. The reason I did this was to write down every idea that came to me. I learned early on in life that ideas ride on the wind and if you don’t catch them when they appear, you may never see them again. And here’s the thing about…
What if we are all really just ants? Slaves to the machine. Blinded by conformity of the way things need to be. “YOU ARE FREE. YOU ARE FREE.” Too blind to see the Truth. Too tired to do anything about it. How do we break away? Or are we happy in our little plastic box with our paths cut out for us by people who know better? Certain that they wouldn’t lie to us all this time. Twenty-seven thousand…
