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Demise of a Universe

Love is vast.. love is fickle…love is…everywhere and in everything…

The word so easily said…but rarely meant in the quantity the word has come to represent.  If you love someone or something…it is supposed to mean forever.  The silent plus one to a frivolous emotion.  Forever and love do not go hand in hand.  Unless forever, like love, is a made up word too.

We love a book, a certain meal, but maybe that changes in a few years.  Does that mean you never actually loved those pages of literature?  So easily discarding it’s pulpy insides for another with a sleek cover and cheeky title.  Or did that particular book run its course and provided you what it needed to at the time.  Maybe love has a time limit on certain things because it is also only capable of giving so much.

Same as people.  Some are made lovers, with a certain purpose, and are filled with just the amount of love to serve only that purpose.  What happens next, do we continue loving an empty shell, an idea of love, the echo of it when it runs out? When does it become irrelevant?  What if we still have more to give?  Where does this go if we have no one to share it with?

How do you grieve not the loss of love but the inability to share it?  Does it eventually overflow.. flooding out ..drowning the Universe you were once creating from that very essence…the dam splitting is your heart breaking. Stale, rotting, becoming poison inside your veins. Black sludge gushing out, covering the earth around you, acidic, sprouting thorn bushes in its bog. You become harsh, cold, unfeeling..

What if you choose to walk away from love…does it actually find its way back?  Those butterflies leaving your stomach and allowed to float free. How often does love let go, return?  If it returns, does this mean it is real? If it doesn’t ..was it a fluke?  Are we all liars? Do any of us know of real love…and how do we know when we find it? There is no gameshow host congratulating us, nor a canned audience clapping and cheering, flashing lights and confetti dropping at our feet. And if you did find it, why in the fuck do you let it go?

I do know of this elusive word, I discovered its meaning with you. Felt it, touched it, it reached inside of me and coaxed me out…

My soul, tired and weary from the celestial travels across all time and space. Searching for it’s other whole. What happens when the timing is wrong, the place, the circumstance? We found one another none the less. On those open fields of stars and dust and gas. If there was a Big Bang, and this Universe and others scattered, is this what initially ripped us apart? A cruel celestial joke, and lifetimes we have spent trying to find our way back.

And now, after the awareness, and the veil lifted…will we say goodbye? Our fleshy selves stumbling through this disaster while our souls look down upon us in disbelief. What are we to do? How are we to be? When you breathe out, I breathe you in, when my heart skips a beat, you clutch your chest, our connection never broken.

I’m watching you break right in front of my eyes and when you know that you are providing the poison that is killing your Lover, what else are you to do? Slowly pulling out my tendrils that have woven themselves around your heart. I will die a million lifetimes over to see you happy. If our Universe succumbs to the heavy reality of this lifetime, then I will go back to the heavens, waiting for your love to return. Our demise will be made here….not there…have we still not learned all there is of love?

Must we continue on this way forever…

Dark Energy

When we think about space it’s such a vast subject that our minds can’t even begin to comprehend. The basics come to mind, we have been to the moon, landed robots on Mars, telescopes have photographed other galaxies and of stars being born. But, do we get it, really? Do we feel the absolute, the full extent of how small we are? How tiny and insignificant.

When you look up into the night sky and see the moon, do you feel safe, content. Or does it arouse in you something else. Can you feel the weightlessness as gravity loosens it’s grip on you and you start to float towards that shinning pool in the sky, this inevitable force pulling you faster and faster. Does it suddenly make you feel as though you are nothing compared to the size beyond our imagination of undiscovered planets and stars..

As your eyes adjust, you can see even more, our own galaxy cutting through the darkness. Stars sprinkled here and there, and the Milky Way looks like a handle that some giant will be reaching down at any moment to snatch up and go about their day, swinging us back and forth.

It’s quite the overwhelming feeling. Have you ever met someone who makes you feel this way? When you see them, it’s as though you are meeting them for the first time again and again. Yet are so familiar though. When you look into their eyes, you see where you are supposed to be. You have no space ship to get to them though. No way of traveling through the mine field of stars before you. Only your word and patience, but do you have an endless supply of these to cross galaxies?

Where do you fit into their life, in their world, their Universe? The holes and crevices that are empty feel like the vastness of space. They might as well be a million light years away. This is where the dark matter holds us together, yet the dark energy pulls at us in this never ending tug of war. We have somewhere to be, somewhere to go.

Will we go together….

or be ripped apart?

Strangers, Smiles, and Similes

Walking down the sidewalk, strangers passing by, often we smile. An exchange of a small, but influential gesture that has the potential to make someone’s day. What causes this reaction in us, to see another human and our muscles almost involuntarily pull at our mouths, lips curling up into a happy, toothy smile like the Cheshire Cat. The stranger, smiles back, with a slight grin, or open mouth. However, this exchange is not always reciprocated.

“I’m stranger. You’re stranger. Together, we are… strangers.”

In that moment, how does that make you feel? Angry, that this rude person did not make an effort to smile back, or even give a friendly nod in your direction? Are you that much of a narcissist to think that you are deserving of everyone’s attention?

If you are, then you are also that person that thinks it is rude if after sneezing, they fail to express, “bless you”. Your sensitive feelings now hurt by them not expressing a courteous acknowledgment of the demons escaping you.  What makes those of us feel the urge to be polite, to recognize others existence in this world.  If we choose to not, does that make us self absorbed, insensitive?  Is it due to a poor upbringing, bad manners due to no one swatting at our elbows resting on the table while eating our dinner?

I suppose in the grand scheme, it doesn’t matter.  How does this translate to those around us we care for.  Maybe at first we do smile, offer help, have friendly conversation, hold hands, make love. We make and foster the connection.  With time, waning, and eventually ceasing to exist.  Do we grow tired, bored of the efforts we once cherished?  Is it more than that, fueled by a lack of reciprocation or feeling of complacency.  Eventually we give up hope for a return of acknowledgement of being special in someone’s life. We have now become strangers in our own lives.

So why would we care about a stranger passing by?  Why should we…

violin strings & butterfly wings

The first conversation, anticipation, connection on a deeper level, remember something interesting, make him laugh, flash your smile with your starry eyes. That’s how you connect with men in a sales setting. In a corporation, on the street corner, sliding down that pole or serving him a cold one. You sell your soul each and every time. Those are the steps, the strategy, the act..

I don’t remember our first conversation. I mean, I do..but I don’t remember what words we exchanged. I am sure some formalities, that much is certain, considering both of our natural states are to be polite, and humble. However, we are still very guarded now.. aren’t we? Do you remember? What was worn? I haven’t a clue. I am also just as certain that we were at least half professionally dressed as well as being polite.

I remember your mannerisms…your smile. Those eyes. You were like a composer and all I heard was a symphony of feelings rushing through me. I felt like I was drowning, for a brief moment. Not an actual drowning of which you were caught off guard and scared, but more like at the end of a water park ride where the last dip makes you loose your breath and as you gasp for air, the water at the end of the tunnel catches you in the face. Enthralling.

From the start, I was thrown, who were you, why was I so drawn to you and intrigued. Your mind brilliant and your words thoughtfully stated, you are intentional. You are my unexpected. You have seen the other side of the wall that most people don’t even know exist little alone learn how to walk through to the other side. You are everything that dangles in front of me, my unobtainable.

Now I am completely lost and off track, I want to place blame on myself. I am not worthy of you. Intensions of using a network to learn more and propel myself in my career. I found a friend, I found something more that cannot be described in words, only emotions that flow through me ravishing my mind and my soul. You never push me, everything with you just comes as it may and I’m just a passenger on this bullet train.

How did we get from there to here? Should I be honest and tell you how early back I actually felt this about you? What if I do not know, it just is, and it became in the moment that was meant, or maybe it was from the first time I spoke to you. I have only imagined how I would feel if I ever shared such an intense connection as this. Now I long for something that is not mine to long for. I cannot possess what is within another’s possession, nor do I want to make you something I place upon my mantle.

You are a free soul that deserves the entirety of the universe before them to explore things undiscovered. I want to be selfish, I want to be the one you share the secrets you find with.

How do I continue to belong in your space, from afar, unbiased, and friendly after having a taste of your mind? Your thoughts deeper than any I have known, your silence deafening and heavy like a blanket of fog I want to blow softly against and uncover what is hidden there.

Yet I sit here and ponder my place and how I might be a destructive force in your reality, and that I do not want. I never want to become what you regret, or reject, what you despise. It is too late to stop this inevitable force.

These emotions… sung from violin strings, and feelings inside…. like butterfly wings.

Lacuna Fantasy

You are in the shower, leaning against the cool tiles while the warm water rushes down your skin….can you feel it? Take a moment, and immerse yourself…

When you close your eyes, what is the first thing you see? Is it colorful splashes of reds and blues, coming together into a hazy, fuzzy picture of a dream world? Is it darkness, so black and void of sight, and sound, engulfing the senses?

So, what do you see? What do you fabricate, memories of times long passed? Do you feel dread of hopes and dreams lost? Or the ecstasy that is to come?

When you close your eyes, your other senses become enhanced. As you focus on each, they are more and more acute. You hear your breath, in and out, softly, almost seductively, as the water covers your head and drowns out any other sounds. You then feel the water around you moving, all over your skin, as if caressing you. It sends chills up and down your spine. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but keep your eyes shut tight, you are about to go down the rabbit hole that is your mind, and you cling to it… You settle more comfortably, relaxing into yourself. Your mind now is able to explore, while your physical self is in a meditative state.

You begin to think of him, or her. You slowly see their face come into focus as if watching it on the big screen. Your favorite attributes are highlighted. Their smile, sweetly curled, their eyes lighting up at the sight of you..or maybe their hands, and their strength, longing for them to touch you. You hear them, softly as though whispering in stereo and you are suddenly aware of your physical self as you feel aroused by their presence. You hear their voice and laughter, maybe some sweet seductive words you have longed to hear them speak to you.

In the beginning you are playing back in your mind a combination of memories, slightly altered for your benefit. Something you once heard them say, but now they are saying it to you. You have studied their mannerisms enough, you know how they move, and you now control them..towards you.

Or…. maybe they are walking away?

Now they are swimming in a deep pool… The beauty of this fantasy, you control everything. Rewind, fast forward…pause. New setting…different atmosphere, you are the puppet master.

You walk towards the beautiful crystalline waters, holding the gaze of the one you are imagining. They look at you, in just the way you want them to. They compliment you, telling you how beautiful you are… Maybe they are playful, bashfully splashing you, teasing you to come join them.

You now toy with yourself, you are in control, but are enjoying the anticipation of where this fantasy might go. You enter the water. It is cool, but not too cold to be uncomfortable, but cooler than your skin that had been touched by the sun shining above in a black sky filled with kaleidoscope stars, in a purple Universe.

This fantasy of yours, moves to you, you feel them tangle their fingers into yours. They draw you to them, still smiling, still staring into your eyes. You are out of breath…only breathing them in…Are you satisfied with this blissful moment? Are you drawing out the next intimate moment of an embrace? Maybe you exchange a few words, or a meaningful conversation.

Do you go further, do you let any inhibitions go, and take your fantasy head on. What are you wanting from this moment that is yours and yours alone? A release? A courageous effort to practice what you are hoping to one day speak to them?

You let loose fully to this fantasy of yours..

Abruptly it stops, as it must…because this is not your reality. Just a lacuna fantasy. Where you fill the void when the rest of the time your eyes are wide shut.

To escape…

to belong…

to feel….

alive.

My Little Secret..

So, I have been slacking on my Blogging 101 assignments.  Life has been pulling me in multiple directions lately.  I have a tendency to constantly fill my time slots up before I have actually confirmed anything…I am a planner, and I need to know the what when where and why of everything.  I sound difficult don’t I?  Well, I am..so what..probably a good reason as to why I am single, ha!

OK, so now I have to tell you why I wrote my last post.  Well honestly, I didn’t like the challenge, it made me think too hard.  I posted a silly poem, and every damn line rhymed (open mouth, insert finger, now gag…I said GAG!!, oh, that’s right, no gag reflex..)  TMI?

What can I say about it though?  It was a new design for me to use in expressing real feelings.  It felt uncomfortable posting in that way.  I am not sure why.  It is easier for me to tell you straight up that this was about a guy, (duh), that I totally dig, (obviously), and the desert was the plot setting cause that’s where I live hahaha..there done and done…wait no?  Not done..uughh ok..what else can I say?

Well I switched it up on ya, like a pinch hitter..hey batta-batta-batta-batta….For those of you not so sports inclined..check out the link..yes I am being lazy, I shouldn’t have to explain this.  I guess because it WOULD be easier for me to go into detail about how smitten I am over my blue eyed crush.  Instead the allure of a poem, leaves a crumb trail without being so blunt..and lets your own imagination soar with it.

I suppose it could also tie in nicely with an older assignment of ours where we had to write about our dream reader.  Check out the link …I rather enjoyed that one.

Well, I did the assignment, however I feel that if I was in high school again, my literature teacher would probably give me a “C” on this and tell me she has seen pigs give a better effort, (yes she actually told me this..wrote it in red ink on a final paper)  Ahhh, how I miss those days.  Well, what do you think?  You are my readers…what do you enjoy more from me?  Forced word vomit or speaking from my heart in a more natural setting?

And now a little ditty..love me some Jude..

In the Desert

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The breeze cools my skin, as your breath takes me in

I loose myself in your eyes, a gaze to contend any prize

They are blue as the ocean, and warm as the sand

Fiery as the sun, setting on the land

As twilight lays its blanket across the sky

I feel your hand upon my thigh

As you pull me in to your embrace

We have never been this close, face to face

I want to taste your lips on mine

Your salty sweetness, so divine

My heart has quickened, to a much faster beat

And you are sending shivers from my head to my feet

When my head stops spinning and our eyes meet once more

I know you are mine, to love…forever more..

Time Capsule

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I recently visited my mom.  My semi-annual trip I take to “Hell”.  Before you get all judgmental and say I am lucky to have a mom, blah blah blah, I DID have a mom, and I called her Grandma, before she passed away.  Anyways, with all of the things I went through as a child with her, she is still my mom.

 Moving along…she has kept I think, every bit of scrap paper I ever wrote on as an adolescent.  Every news paper clipping, doodle..she has it.  Browning, and moth chewed, she still possess it.  On the most recent venture, she bestowed unto me a journal that I had written in class during middle school.    One of those “prompt” writing lessons.  Ya know, the kind that the teacher wrote a short sentence to get the juices flowing in your brain for first period.  Then, you wrote down the answer, or statement of opinion sort of thing.

What is cool about this, is that my daughter is currently in middle school.  She is a few years younger now, than I was when I wrote my entries.  Makes me wonder what her responses would be, would they be similar…or different?  So, here I will share a few with you.  Feel free to answer along with me.  These were statements and opinions of a 13 year old girl…would you have agreed with her 20 years ago?

  1. Feelings about this Middle School – This is my first year here and I like it a lot.  I get to ride the bus again and see other people.  I was home schooled for 7th grade.  I’m making a lot of new friends and I like my teachers, too.  I guess what I like about Taylor the best is that nobody cares what you look like or who you hang out with, they just leave you alone. – how innocent I was back then, but still true to myself to the end.
  2. Safe or Not? – Yes I do feel safe at here because people aren’t hassling you or trying to make trouble.  The teachers are nice and they don’t make you feel stupid or that you don’t belong. – prior to this school I was home schooled for a year after I was left for dead at my 6th grade middle school when a bunch of gang members jumped me.  My mom was a sub, and turned in some of the female students for smoking pot.  They had their boyfriends take it out on her 11 year old daughter.
  3. I think good communication is important in a family because... – You have to understand each other no matter what relation you have with the person.  The only way people will know you by is your actions and the way your physical appearance looks.  That’s how most people categorize other people. – Hahaha!!  I was trying my best to convey what I meant, you get the gist…right?
  4. A time I wanted to be left alone to think.. – One day after my grandfathers death I went to my room, closed the door and thought about life.  How things grow, and then die.  How things are young then one day old.  I guess that day, I really learned a lot about life. – deep stuff for a young’n…even then, I knew the frailty of our lives.
  5. Describe your personality and your families personalities.. – I am pretty nice most of the  time, unless I am in a bad mood.  My family is nice to other people but mean to me, at least I feel that way about them.  What I mean is that they say one thing to me but something totally different to another person about me. – I don’t know about you…but was I a total Emo kid???  My family taught me what I knew about the meaning of two faced.
  6. Changes – I would not change anything about myself because I like the way I am.  There isn’t any tiny itsy bitsy thing about me that I don’t like. – confident chick right there...
  7. Some of the ways I express my Individuality are… – The way I look, talk, act, and dress.  I think even if we tried to be like someone else we couldn’t because there is something special about all of us that singles us out.  If we would be the person we were made to be, then we would feel great. – modern day philosopher right there..missed my calling I think..

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Some pretty silly jabbering of a teenager, however, it is the innocence I want you to look at.  Or, maybe not…By the age of 13, I had gone through more than some have in a full lifetime.  My young body carried an old soul in it.  It was pretty cool to see these, plus many other entries that I will spare you.  My thoughts and feeling haven’t changed, just the way I articulate it.

I know this post is far from my norm..but..opens a few doors to some of my future posts.  Stay frosty out there…I got your six..

Cry Wolf…

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The symbol for chaos – noun – a state of utter confusion or disorder.

So, I have been away for a few days…lost in remorse, confusion, whole meaning of life.. deep sort of stuff.  A recent event has shaken my soul so deeply to the core, I needed a few days before I could even put the event into words.  Debated on even writing about it here, but as this outlet has brought much peace to my heart and mind, thought why not.

I have slacked on my tasks for ZerotoHero due to this, but never fear, I don’t ever put down a task without seeing it to an end, so never fear my fellow classmates, you will see me in your feed soon enough.  For now, I must get this out of my mind the only way I know how.  As always, comments are always welcome.

20:35, alarms are sounding…in my position and circumstance, I must respond to them, my authority where I live asks this of me.  Normal response time is less than 5 minutes, check building number, silence alarms, now must trek down to building to check for any emergencies, and call station for false alarm and to not dispatch.  Residents in their pajamas great me by name as I walk by them, also in my pajamas.  Damn it, of course a light jacket was not enough to keep the breezy night air from penetrating my thread worn pajamas.  Once at my destination, was as always is, a kid pulled the alarm, or a false trip.  Witnesses saying an adult female pulled it, after fighting with her brother, then ran off.  Typical, even adults now-a-days have no sense of responsibility.  These alarms are here for EMERGENCIES..get it?

So, now trekking back to the office to call alarm company to not dispatch fire department, and go to maintenance shop to find the reset tool.  Thirty minutes later, I am now back in my own apartment, ready for bed, begging for the pillow under my head as the week has worn itself on me.  No sooner had I drifted off to sleep, was I jerked awake by the sounds of the alarms once more.  Grumbling some obscene words under my breathe, throwing clothes on , arm going through head hole, now pants on inside out, ugghh fingers work the zipper!  I am tired of these “cry wolf” scenarios…

I grab the essential, office keys, phone, and of course my mace.  The demographics where I reside, well, let’s just say, a girl must always protect herself.  My mace comes in handy enough, or like my mom always said, a kick to the nuts and run was fail proof.  Now heading out the door, deafened by the pounding sounds of the alarms echoing through the concrete halls, I check my phone.  What I thought had only been an hour or two, was actually 04:48 in the morning!  Now even more irritated that I could have slept (and really used) that one more hour I would have had.

This time, my maintenance supervisor who also lives on property, met me half way, both of us struggling a good morning under our breath that floated out in the crisp air.  We tag team it usually, I go silence, while he resets.  Had I known what was about to happen to me, I would much rather have been one of those sleepers that the world could be ending and be oblivious.  However, I am not that fortunate, never have been.  The next two hours were to etch itself into my memory, I fear for eternity.

As we crossed the parking lot, what appeared to be a belligerent man yelling about the alarms and to call 9-1-1 came stumbling towards us.  For privacy purposes, I will call my fellow co-worker, Curtis, yelled at the man to go back inside his home.  The man we will call Jared, yelled back he had pulled the alarm, which Curtis retorted, “You can’t pull the fucking alarms,’ its for emergencies, go back in your apartment”….

Now..let us back up a second…..

A short sweet background for you is that the woman who had earlier pulled the alarm, resides in the building this man came from.  She lives with her elderly mother, whom allows her to be a squatter there along with the other drug addicts, and down right troublesome characters.  If you haven’t clued in yet, I am a property manager for an apartment complex.  So, these people have given us issues and problems, and I was looking for any reason to get rid of them, however there are laws in housing that makes it much harder to do that, even if they are bad news.

So, as Curtis turns to proceed to the office, I stop, and turn towards the man who is now about a yard from me.  My hands in my pocket, I turn the safety off of my mace…ready for anything really.  I do a quick lot check and only see him, but you can never be too cautious.  My Sandman’s grogginess effect wearing off, and the alarms still banging my ear drums make for a lot of confusion.  When the man, Jared, who had been clutching his arms to his chest, stretches them to his sides…his once crisp white t-shirt, suddenly darkens, instantly, pooling out and making strange patterns across it.  “I was stabbed”, he gurgles.  Now realizing his demeanor was NOT of a drunken person, but struggles of a man in pain…his original sound of sarcasm was of one who was in shock..and now, I, was the one, in an utter state of chaos.

Frozen, locked in that moment, I wanted to speak but could find no words, I wanted to run, but found myself only staring, I wanted to help but my feet were laced with concrete shoes.  There is always the thought of, “What if I was in this moment, what would I do”…well..I panicked, at first.  I could see myself almost like an out of body experience.  Thoughts flying through my head.  Was I asleep, warm in my bed dreaming this horrible scene?  No..this is real, I could tell by the frost touching my bare toes in my flip flops.  Where the alarms rang in my ears, now only the sound of my heart beating harder than I had ever felt.  The adrenaline forcing itself so instantly through my body, that my head felt cold and light as if my body was being lifted off of the ground.  My 9mm sitting safely in my apartment, I craved the heaviness of it in my pocket.

Then, a rushing came to my ears, and Curtis’ voice and face as he grabbed me shaking me to call 9-1-1.  I came to…I rushed to the man, helped him to sit down, and pressed his hands back to his chest to apply the pressure, slow the severed artery from spilling the blood over unto him.  Aware now of my surrounding fully, I am now on the phone with the dispatcher, clearly communicating, and repeating the questions, reporting back to dispatch, check my back, not knowing if the person who had done this would come running to finish the job, and me being a bystander be in that cross fire.  Curtis returned to my side with gloves and towels for us.  We cared for the man as best as two civilians with zero training could think to do.  As we adjusted Jared, with every beat of his heart, the blood flowed from his would, unlike anything I have seen in the movies.  The smell, the look, the feel of human blood in the quantity that it was, haunts me..every time I blink, or let my mind wander.

The rest was the clean up, paramedics, fire trucks, police, detectives.  Breaking in the door and finding the woman who had earlier caused the disturbance by falsely pulling the alarms with blood on her hands.  Her screaming and fighting, the pain in her voice, the pain of her inner demons that were in her she was battling.  I couldn’t help but feel absolutely helpless for both of these individuals.  I was angry, sad, distraught.  Tired and feeling like a semi truck had hit me, finally allowed to leave after giving multiple statements, I got home, and threw myself into the shower.  I had been careful to not get blood on me..but as I sat there, letting the heat soak into me, small blood droplets that had splattered on my feet started to wash down the drain..

Bile rose in my throat, and the need to purge was upon me.  I scrubbed my body ferociously, trying to remove the whole scene from my mind, erase it…the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind..just wanting them to cease.  As soon as I was done, drying off..I had to get back in, the feeling of being impure was still there.  No matter how long or hard I washed, or hot the water was, the pictures were etched into my eyes.

The rest of the day carried on, as it had too.  Kids were taken to school, but I swear, I do not remember one single traffic light.  Phones at work answered, media to direct to PR, clients to serve…and the questions in my head.  Where previously, just hearing about a situation like this, I might have different feelings.   Might chime in with the rest, “Just another crack head off of the streets”…but, he was a person…he bled, just as any of us would have.  He screamed, and moaned in agonizing pain, as would I..he was scared..as would any of us be…

This, ties around to a lovely story I read on Totally Inspired Mind…  She writes very elegantly of a boy, Jonathan, who is inspiring..where this story is one of uplifting encouragement, and a palette cleanser to mine, there is a story none the less, which the lesson in itself, I hope you as a reader will find.  We MUST recognize each others innocence, and vulnerability as a species.  We must find our inner humanitarian..we must “serve one another”, love, care for, show compassion..protect..if we do not..it is all for naught.  Please follow this link to the amazing quote from a movie of the late and great Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator, and read the quote of the Jewish Barber..one of my favorites of all times..

The Butterfly Effect…

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So, before we get started **DISCLAIMER** – this is NOT about some crush rant on Ashton Kutcher or the film.  This post is in response to our assignment today from Blogging University.  Our mission if we chose to accept it was to create a post revolving around our About page.  Seems very egocentric to me, why would someone want to come to my page to read about me?  They can just click on Who..Me? and see what I want them to see, if they choose to know anything about me.

I am not very attention seeking, so this challenge, well…is challenging.  How do I freaking write about why I chose my “About me” profile??  This seems so absolutely boring to me, as I am not a very exciting person to begin with, however none of you know that.  If I want you to think I am adventurous, then that’s what I could show you.  O.K., calm down..focus..hmm..my analytic mind hopping off on one of her damn bunny trails again.

So, let us dissect…and no..I don’t mean the pretty butterfly..but maybe you are getting the hint towards the title?

My mind truly runs a million miles a second.  If you read the simple short and sweet statement, it is very chaotic up in here.  I really need a release and source of venting all of these pent up words in my mind.  Where do these thoughts come from?  Well, from emotions my fellow bloggers and readers.  Where do the emotions stem from??  The wonderful biochemistry of our brain, from the Limbic system!  Have I lost you yet..hang in there, no lobotomy required, I eventually get around to making my points. I like taking the scenic routes..

So, without being a neurologist (which I am not), or being totally obsessed with Quantum Physics (which I am), it is fairly easy to see how it is all related.  The very interesting theory named by Edward Lorenz, basically states that our cause and effect could start at the one point, but the end result could always vary.

Take for example, and this is very rudimentary, but you go to work, taking the same route everyday.  One day there is road construction and a detour is placed in front of you, no other option but to go down this new path.  Seems typical enough right?  This happens a lot.  So, you go along with the signs leading you to your destination, however, now you are late.  You show up and the V.P. of the company is there, looking for heads to chop to save overhead.  You are so nervous, you forget to tuck in your shirt, tie your tie, wear your name tag, and now fumbling for the most impressive words to keep you from being one of the heads chopped.  In your nervous demeanor, you now trip over your own two feet, and slamming into this already very forbidding person, spill extremely hot coffee in his face!  Now, collecting your things and placing them into a filing box, you are headed out the door, back down that same detour….

What the heck just happened?  Did the detour throw you off your game that much?  Had it not been there, would you have been early, pulled together as usual, quick thinking and slick speaking.  Shaking hands and receiving that promotion you deserved?

So, in this example, I showed you how we let actions, dictate our reactions, and emotions which in turn is that snow globe effect of thoughts spinning around in our heads, the “what-if’s”, “if only”..woulda coulda shoulda….The way I come out of this fog, the only peace I ever get, is to let some of these thoughts escape..my fingers typing feverishly across the keys..I literally go on auto pilot.  So, I guess I can’t be faulted for what my mind decides to disclose..if, you believe in the butterfly effect..

My hopes, leading from my profile..are to inspire others..to let loose, let your chaos flow.  Maybe not in your blog, if you love flowers and are passionate about that, more power to you..but maybe, one day you can wear your hair down..or come home and spin your wife around while she is cooking dinner and deliver the most passionate kiss ever.  Whatever it is…change your cause..you never know what effect you might receive..

Check out this pretty awesome video of cause and effect with the score of one of my favorite trip hop artists..

 

 

 

 

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