It's time to write again
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Some things in life are free, or at least when you have great friends that take you to breakfast. But when one really considers the price of having those great friends nothing is truly free. It is funny to consider the fact that once you have established a great friendship it takes a great deal of time and effort to keep said friend. What if you are putting in so much of your time and effort and receiving little in return? Does this pattern lead one to continue on the path of servitude just to have a friend. Or is it something greater? An inner battle with one's self, the popularity demon that haunts us all. That if we can prove a great friend, we will have great friends. As long as we are needed, we matter. Our self esteem rides on the vision of others rather then the distorted version of a lesser self staring back at you in your over sized mirror. Perhaps friendships can be this ideal relationship. Like historical friendships full of adventure and mystery. A dynamic duo that runs in unison like a tandem bicycle even then a person can do all the work carrying on as though life is effortless. Thus friendship becomes a chore an expected credit on lives journey. So next time you meet someone ask, will this be debit or credit?
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” Well I don't know about you but finding a man that fits Miss Austen description is harder and harder to find. I mean if you had a wealth of money, would you really want to share it? In fact if you were a man with a lot of money, to share it with a woman would be a grave misfortune, think of all the shopping she would do. Ones fortune would turn into a cornucopia of material possessions. I mean we all have a little material girl tendency. Perhaps what Miss Austen was thinking is that a man would feel more complete with a wife. That a house could become a home when decorated just right and when meals go from the microwave to an actual four course experience. So to all the MR Darcy’s out there and the MR Bingley’s wherever you are. I believe you have a duty to fulfill and perhaps a black card with my name on it.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
It is no surprise to me that this office is quite. However the hall is buzzing with excitement. Too much noise and one might not be able to concentrate. This concentration is a funny thought in its self. Concentration you can break it down. But what does it really mean? What are you concentrating on? Are you thinking of the white walls that surround you covered in a smattering of pictures and precious memories? Maybe it’s the gentle hum of the copier that makes your mind think of all the thousands of papers that went from a blank smooth surface, to something much more. Perhaps it has transformed into a picture or a love letter, maybe even a test. No I think concentrations echoes are louder than that. Maybe concentration comes when one’s mind really wants something. It’s not about the daily things that occupy one’s mind per say but rather a hidden desire or something you want so very badly but it seems unattainable. Yes this must be the case and unsolvable mystery that is, concentration.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
It's funny what happens to people late at night. How one's body is somehow overcome with this zombie-like doppelganger. For some, they become unbearable and grumpy. For others they become childish and their voices change. This change was once referred to by my sleepover buddies, back in the day as "my little girl voice" "Do I have my little girl voice on?" A common question to determine how sleepy one was. Now some people don not have a little girl voice, but rather a deeper more Darth Vader voice as they get tired. Regardless of which voice persona you take one there other indications of a sleepy state. Some people enjoy telling stories that would not be shared at a normal hour of the day. Some fall into the trap of fidgeting or obsessing over the strangest things. Some cannot sleep right away so they find companionship in a digital box or a book or the social networks of the world. Now the best is when someone is so tired they simply drift right to sleep with a smile on their faces. It's like they have had the best day ever. VH1 notable and they don't want it to ever end. That is that state in which, I wish we could all fall asleep. This euphoric state that sleep is not just an annoying have to, but rather a joyous blessing. That at the end of each day we can take a while and slip into this state in which I will never understand, all to wake up and start again the next day. So dream on my little friends and once you fell yourself falling into a sleepy habit, don't fight it. Rather lay down at night with a smile. Fore who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Friday, June 25, 2010
It's a world of laughter, a world or tears it's a world of hopes, it's a world of fear there's so much that we share that it's time we're aware...
oh to be young and in love. I find the summer wind has come and gone again. The magic and fireworks light up the night sky by fairy dust over a magic castle is all but a memory. The thrill of pirates singing at sea or the untamed elevator that one should be cautions to enter. The singing birds and the friendly ghosts that sit beside you when you least expect it. The smiles and the laughter and tender moments between monster and man have been captured in a photo as if never to escape, like the unforgettable Dorian Gray. It is amazing to me how you too have become a picture. A distant memory, a star I once wished upon in the night's sky. You were my dream and my heart's desire. Now a poison apple, tempting yet uninviting. Some may say it's a small world after all, yet when I look around I see the vast span of space and time. I wonder to myself what happens when the lights go out and the gates are closed? Did we do all that was foretold? Did you live each moment as if it was happily ever after. Did you too find prince charming or a diamond in the rough. Or perhaps you need more in life, like a genie in a magic lamp. that too could be yours but only if you try. You can make something out of nothing and pull the sword from the stone. So today or tomorrow or maybe even never, think about this riddle. For the happiest place on earth could be with you, wherever you go, but only if you... Believe!