Inspired by the young people in my home. Advice given, rolled eyes received. There are just days when this kind of logic makes sense. Today is one of them.
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I woke up this morning after having a wonderful dream about being creatively crafty – yarn and fabric were magnificently arranged in delightful designs. Now I just need to find the energy to make my dream come true.
A dream can be just the inspiration and motivation needed to overcome.
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My daughter just informed me that when she searches online for ‘old’ quotes, statements written in the 1970s and 1980s show up. This, she says, means that people who lived then must also be old.
She may be correct as classic cars are between 30 and 49 years old. However, I prefer ‘classic’ to ‘old’, but will draw the line at ever being called ‘pre-antique’.
Success is not measured by the things we accumulate. It is measured by the love we share and by our individual growth. It is also measured by how much we are loved by others.
We are a society that teaches fear rather than choice and accountability.
This process of teaching fear begins at our basic needs of ‘food and shelter’. Clothing is part of the “shelter” and we are taught that our choices in clothing are responsible for the actions of others. Should not the choices and actions of others make them accountable and not us?
Teaching fear is not an effective way of teaching the importance of choice and accountability. It does not help us make wise decisions and does not promote the development of wisdom. Fear weakens us rather than strengthens us. It creates victims rather than creating self-worth.
An apology after human frailty is always a good thing, but our sanity requires that we must sometimes let ourselves be human in the first place.
Don’t be afraid, don’t be tentative… be Creative!
Just as I passed the halfway point in my current research paper, family interruptions led to a very strange conversation about space exploration and conspiracy theories.
Yes, this strangeness which I am about to reveal is all my fault. I am easily swayed from my paper on CIA interventions, and my creative energy has been begging me to focus on something utterly ridiculous.
So with all the seriousness I could muster, I informed my family that a combined space army of Imperial Storm Troopers and Klingons were poised to attack. The Death Star was in position, cloaked, and ready to fire on the Earth. If, however, it failed to cause magnificent destruction, an enormous herd of Tribbles would be let loose on humanity, thereby eradicating the sanity of the Earth population and making Earth irrelevant to the intergalactic order.
This bizarre conversation, and sorely needed break from my less-than uplifting historical inquiry, inspired an odd thought.
Life is really just a conspiracy to bring about our eventual death.
It is hard to stay focused on history when the now is so historical.
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Schoolwork is taking a backseat, and that is not a good thing at the Master’s level.
There is always a cause and effect to the choices we make. The dilemma is in determining if the cause justifies the effect.
Pithy Ponderings 