A truism from a friend
But until you find meaning in yourself you’re never going to find it in a search.
Carry On — Manowar
Got me through a rough patch. Kind of.
My heart’s not really in this one. I’ve got other things on my mind. I’m going away for a few days, I’ve been working very hard, and I’m just very incredibly tired. Yet my sense of discipline and my obsessive need to see this through to its logical conclusion compels me to push on until the final curtain. That’s when I have to really begin making changes. I have no choice. The changes are going to come regardless. By making the conscious choice to move forward on my own path I get to exercise some control over my own destiny. I can’t think of anything scarier. That’s about all there is to it.
*snap*
Thanos, The Infinity War
I Go to Extremes — Billy Joel
It’s my nature, I suppose. But it does have its uses.
I was thinking about it to myself earlier today while giving myself a much needed haircut makeover: There’s a reason for everything. I don’t necessarily think it’s a good reason per se, but that’s doesn’t erase the facts. I mean: A lot of things are just horrible. There’s no good explanation. It’s a simple matter to reduce everything to simplified morality and point out the heroes and villains, pick a side, and fight until the end of the time. But the victims become the oppressors, morally justified in their own right, and the cycle of violence continues. That’s the way of things. Violence is a time tested and approved measure for getting things done. It’s a dangerous truth and a hard pill to swallow. Freedom and Liberty were bought and paid for with bloodshed and human sacrifice. This is a price that continues to be paid down to this very day.
Look up the definition of Entropy.
Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It.
We Built This City — Starship
The answer is Rock & Roll. Js
I guess at the heart of it I believe that we are all living on borrowed time, that none of the things we take for granted are guaranteed tomorrow, and that some of the answers can be found in other human beings. It seems reasonable that different people who have faced different problems have found solutions to problems I have yet to face. It is also just as likely that some of the answers I have managed to rend from the fabric of my life are also necessary and valid. I’ve saved peoples’ lives before. But not for me, what would have happened? Just the same: people have saved my life before. But not for them, what would have happened? The cycle continues. I hold that there’s something to be said about value.
Death is lighter than a feather, but Duty is heavier than a mountain.
Unknown Japanese; && Robert Jordan, The Wheel of Time
Why Me — Planet P Project
Because it has to be.
We all have our baggage. I’m no different. I sometimes suffer from a crippling sense of self-loathing, worthlessness, and alienation. I do not know why this is, from where it stems, or what causes it. For a very long time I assumed everyone else was the same. They’re not. After a lifetime of searching blindly in a dark room, I finally found a light switch. After exploring for a while, I found a door. After a while, I went through the door. In time I found another door. Then another. And after a while, I forgot where the first door was. It didn’t matter so much anyway. The point: There’s a way out of toxic ideology. It starts with accepting things you don’t like and either fixing, changing, or living with them.
Everybody’s got their problems.
The Hell Song, Sum 41
Everybody says the same things to you.
It’s just a matter how you solve them.
But what else are we supposed to do?
Go Your Own Way — Fleet Wood Mac
Understand the Tao.
There is a way of existing, of walking in the world that is somehow more real than other ways. It seems like there is so much to the world around us that lurks beneath the surface depths where its socially safe for people to swim. The areas of the pool we are allowed to inhabit seem to shift and change over time, yet no matter where you stand in the pool you’ll find people marveling over the tip and ignoring the better part of the iceberg. To master the art of the way would take a lifetime or better, but the first step begins with a choice. Make no mistake, choice is a weapon. Choice can cut you down quicker than any blade, and to the inexperienced, is every bit as dangerous to its wielder as to its opponent. It is said that the meek will inherit the earth. The meek are the ones who have swords, know how to use them, and choose to keep them sheathed. This means not acting until you are sure of your own intentions and able to make a choice that falls in harmony with your goals, your conscience, and your sense of self.
Ask me sometime about the fable of the Old Bull and the Young Bull. Then ask me about it in this context.
I’ll make it worth your while.
Eden — Red Delicious
All is good in the garden.
That’s all for now.
Until next time,
Thank you;