Well, this last week has been pretty eventful. I'm officially getting my own place, and I move in Saturday (as long as everything remains as according to planned.) Anyways, this all gave me some random thoughts to ponder upon. It seems like so many people have forgotten about the little things in life.
As of Saturday, I'll be free of my 8x10 prison cell. Peace. Solitude. And no listening to annoying bullshit. It will be nice. I really got to thinking about the little things today though, when I was sitting alone in my room. Listening to some Shinedown, letting the bass thunder against my back through my chair. I closed my eyes, laced my fingers behind my head and leaned back. It was nice. I stayed that way for several songs, and halfway though .45, I felt something land in my lap. Now mind you I have 4 cats, so when I opened my eyes to see Jessie smiling at me, well, my day completely lit up.
It's the little things in life that make it worth living. Independence, freedom, surprise visits from my gorgeous girlfriend, and the smile on her face when I gave her the gifts I had gotten her for her Birthday/Christmas. Little things. Those little things, will make the rest of my week so much better.
I know this is different from my normal style, of pointing out the flaws with humanity. I guess today just has me in an abnormally good mood. So think of the things that make you happiest. Maybe it's that good morning text message from someone you love. Maybe it's the feel of horsepower under your fingertips. Maybe it is simply knowing that you're making a difference in someones life today. Find it. Take hold of it, and let that be the thing that drives you on. Trust me, the little things in life, are the ones that are most important.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Fight, not for the glory, but for yourself.
So, I'm not entirely sure why I decided to start this little blog here, and who knows, maybe it's just a boredom thing that will shortly be forgotten, or maybe it will be something that I'll keep doing for a while. I guess we'll see.
This is mostly going to be dedicated to my random thoughts and rants, but occasionally I'm sure I'll throw in something random, since that is something I'm good at.
Today I had some time to think, about all manner of things. Amongst these thoughts was the dream I had in the night. I woke up thinking that someone had been screaming my name for help, and I couldn't get to them. I started wondering who this person was that was calling my name, it wasn't anyone that I knew, but I still felt a sense of urgency to get to them. This led me to another thought, about a co-worker who expects the world to turn around her. Every day seems to be the end of the world. I started wondering then, when we stopped fighting for ourselves, and started expecting everyone else to do the fighting for us.
Take a look around you, on the news, or on that news feed on your Facebook. Look at all the people complaining because life isn't working out the way that the fairytales said it would. Look at all the people looking for a handout on the street because life finally got the better of them.
We live in a world that tries to kill us every day. Long ago, it was survival of the fittest, kill or be killed. Natural selection I think it's called. Now we take everything for granted. Your car, your house, your significant other. The killing continues, but the fighting has stopped. Now a man holds a gun to your head, because he knows that he can get what he wants with it. Wouldn't he shit himself if your gun was bigger? It isn't though. Why? Because the government said you can't have one unless you get a permit. How did the thug get one though? He ignored the law, and now he has an advantage that you don't. So why don't you fight back you law abiding citizen? Go and get that permit so you're on the same level. Oh wait, you can't because you can't afford it in this country, where even after you're dead you're taxed. Yeah, some fucking system we've got isn't it?
On a slightly different note, when did it become okay to let yourself be pushed around by someone you 'love'? I look around and I see girls (mostly) being TOLD that they're in love, when they're clearly just being used. I ask you all to take a step back, and see if that person you 'love' is there for you when you need them. Do they understand that you have a life, and that not every moment is going to revolve around them? Just something to think about. I recently was moved quite deeply, I had these words whispered by my ear: "Love is forgiving, it's powerful, and it's neverending. Love is living for yourself, and having someone to lean on when you're ready to fall." There was more, but this is the only part I feel I can share. However it wasn't just the words that moved me, it was the situation. Just her and I lying together in the darkness. It was just the two of us, the rest of the world simply didn't exist.
Maybe I'm alone in this, but that is something worth fighting for. Something worth dying for, if dying was what was asked of me. So I ask you now, look at yourself in the mirror, and ask yourself what you fight for. For me, it's fighting for what I believe in, Friends, Honor, Love. Take a look at the world, and say "Bring it on." This is only the beginning, and if we don't fight, who will?
This is mostly going to be dedicated to my random thoughts and rants, but occasionally I'm sure I'll throw in something random, since that is something I'm good at.
Today I had some time to think, about all manner of things. Amongst these thoughts was the dream I had in the night. I woke up thinking that someone had been screaming my name for help, and I couldn't get to them. I started wondering who this person was that was calling my name, it wasn't anyone that I knew, but I still felt a sense of urgency to get to them. This led me to another thought, about a co-worker who expects the world to turn around her. Every day seems to be the end of the world. I started wondering then, when we stopped fighting for ourselves, and started expecting everyone else to do the fighting for us.
Take a look around you, on the news, or on that news feed on your Facebook. Look at all the people complaining because life isn't working out the way that the fairytales said it would. Look at all the people looking for a handout on the street because life finally got the better of them.
We live in a world that tries to kill us every day. Long ago, it was survival of the fittest, kill or be killed. Natural selection I think it's called. Now we take everything for granted. Your car, your house, your significant other. The killing continues, but the fighting has stopped. Now a man holds a gun to your head, because he knows that he can get what he wants with it. Wouldn't he shit himself if your gun was bigger? It isn't though. Why? Because the government said you can't have one unless you get a permit. How did the thug get one though? He ignored the law, and now he has an advantage that you don't. So why don't you fight back you law abiding citizen? Go and get that permit so you're on the same level. Oh wait, you can't because you can't afford it in this country, where even after you're dead you're taxed. Yeah, some fucking system we've got isn't it?
On a slightly different note, when did it become okay to let yourself be pushed around by someone you 'love'? I look around and I see girls (mostly) being TOLD that they're in love, when they're clearly just being used. I ask you all to take a step back, and see if that person you 'love' is there for you when you need them. Do they understand that you have a life, and that not every moment is going to revolve around them? Just something to think about. I recently was moved quite deeply, I had these words whispered by my ear: "Love is forgiving, it's powerful, and it's neverending. Love is living for yourself, and having someone to lean on when you're ready to fall." There was more, but this is the only part I feel I can share. However it wasn't just the words that moved me, it was the situation. Just her and I lying together in the darkness. It was just the two of us, the rest of the world simply didn't exist.
Maybe I'm alone in this, but that is something worth fighting for. Something worth dying for, if dying was what was asked of me. So I ask you now, look at yourself in the mirror, and ask yourself what you fight for. For me, it's fighting for what I believe in, Friends, Honor, Love. Take a look at the world, and say "Bring it on." This is only the beginning, and if we don't fight, who will?
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