Getting Over It

As we get older we’re expected to know more, be more wise.  But no matter how old you are you’ll never be perfect.  If you slip up don’t be too hard on yourself.  Just learn from it and move on.

Beating yourself up will get you nowhere.  All it will do is destroy your self-confidence.  This isn’t to say you shouldn’t take responsibility for your actions.  Part of aging is using what you’ve learned to be a more fully developed individual, which means you should constantly be understanding more.

You should better understand the way the world works, how you work and what and what not is of quality human interaction and human characteristics.  We all have different culture, different ideals of what is right and wrong.  Such goes without saying really.  But there are those qualities, those things that humanity as a whole accepts and comprehends as being a part of natural growth cycle of a human being.

There are those attributes people should strive towards while aging.  Some come more naturally.  Some we must push for.  Some are just common sense.  And there are those things we know from within are just right, which are shared amongst man as a whole.

Maintaining a responsibility to uphold these “things” is part of maturing.  If you aren’t attending to these duties as you age, you are holding yourself back.  You are stunting your growth.  So, it can be said knowing when to take responsibility for your actions is a common one of those attributes discussed here.  But, as stated earlier, part of getting older is also understanding that you will mess up.

When you do, don’t be self-degrading in your determination of the fact you messed up.  Accept it.  Take responsibility.  Learn.  Grow.  Move on.  We can only change the way we handle or prevent our mistakes for future instances.  We can’t change the mistake that has already happened.

 

– B

 

Original X: Bach

 

These Times

These times are trying.

But don’t let them try you.

Many are dying.

Be one of the few,

That rise up without diving,

Into the deep end of shallow water.

Vast are the depths.

As you may lose yourself without shelter.

Be strong.

Prevail.

Know, not hope.

Believe, not cope.

For you are your maker.

You are your tale.

Make it one to remember.

Make it one all will hail.

 

Original X: Bach

 

 

Mind Your Manners

The human mind is a mystery…..sometimes.  There are those occasions we cannot grasp even the simplest of concepts or situations.  There are those moments it just breaks down.  But there are also those times that everything seems to just “click”.  We can almost see things before they even happen.

I recently placed the pieces of a vast puzzle together.  This bender has eaten at me for years.  But then, after waking from a mid-day slumber to rest my weary mind, I awoke with an answer.  It was so utterly elementary.  Yet, it had never dawned on me before.  So simple, so very simple…..

Moments as this are few and far between for most of us.  And I will cherish the knowledge.  However, will I use it?  Because the funny thing about the mind is as fast as it can release an epiphany, it can forget strikes of lighting with even more haste.

So, as much as I would like to retain this, or any great piece of wisdom, with time, likely, it will vanish.  So is the essence of the mind.  So is the trouble with being human.

The mind…..our most powerful resource; and, at the same instance, the source of the repetitive nature that dooms us all for placing in it such trust.  Now that is truly a puzzle, indeed.

 

Original X: Bach

 

 

 

 

 

 

Downpour

Never understood the depressing of the progressing of life.

As skies open wide, so do my eyes, with the tranquil ease of dimly lit scenery.

Calmly, the earth drinks in its ocean cocktail, quenching the thirst of its dried body,

Soaking in the cold liquid from above.

Many look at this process as daunting, cumbersome, even without joy.

But the earth is as us,

Needing hydration,

Relaxation from a cotton-mouthed afternoon.

Condensation is its lover.

And from the two all are born.

Just as I sip my cold brew on an evening adventure,

The earth sips its downpour, so freely drafted from the tap nature,

Ready to slumber after, and later to wake to more labor.

For that I’ll have another.

For that I’ll buy a round.

 

Original X: Bach