Hang On

As frequently as we may wish to suck the marrow out of life, sometimes life shall undoubtedly suck the marrow out of us.  People die, and get sick, and get hit and twisted and cheated and raped and ripped off and pissed on.  Life is as vulgar as it is beautiful, sometimes.  And sometimes life is as beautiful as it is vulgar.  This teeter-totter fight frequents reality, always; only waiting for our subjective perspective to typically, seldom; fall to the realization of the reality of the constant bleakness of the depths of it all.  Suffering has not stopped for a heart beat since sin entered this world.  Yet it makes a world of difference when it enters our world.  What do we do for all of the suffering worlds around us in this world?  I think it is our duty, after an appropriate prayerful pause, to keep sucking the marrow out of life for all it is worth, for them and for everyone who can't go on.  And when I am 10 feet under, I hope you will suck some marrow for me, cause God knows I will need some, I shall surely need my share.  And then some.  And if I can breathe you yet one breathe easier, then Ill endure my beating gladly, cause I know some of us can't right now, and some of us couldn't, and the one who already has, for all, who has ended all, but not yet.  All shall be worth it.  At least tell me so, when I am trying to hang on.

Move, and the rest will be.

While running with my buddy Jertoven the other day, I had a jogging of the memory banks.  I was the 3rd leg of the race, standing off in my corner... waiting... thinking...  I was readying to run the 4 x 100 meter relay dash.  I was in the 9th grade.  I'll never forget when Joshua Hall, one of the upper classman walked by; he asked me what I was thinking about as the the botan began to make its way toward me... He asked if I was ever worried that I would drop the botan.

"No, I am never worried about the exchanging of the botan, but I'm always worried if I will remember how to move my legs", I said.  The most basic of initial actions is what honestly concerned me.  Would my mind and my legs remember how to communicate?  Would I remember how to move?  Joshua Hall thought that was weird, but I thought it was weird that he thought it was weird.  It's not that I had any qualms with foresight, but when it comes to those moments of required focus, all I could fathom to think about was the first step... If only I could live life more like a relay everyday.  That type of focus brings presence, and there's no present like the presence.  Move, and the rest will be.

Anti-Goal

Riddance of presuppositions.  Is it possible?  Only my 2nd blog enty and I find my motives torn and tainted.  Who is my audience?  What is my voice?  What is my motive?  What are my tactics?  Is this stupid?  Is this cliche?  Is this me?  The questions go on.  Judgemental, fearful, disempowering questions.

Questions.  I just finished reading this book about questions.  The idea is that if you can change your questions you can change your life.  I want to write a blog because it would be easier to pretend I am changing someone elses life rather than bother with my own.  I want to change lives, but changing my own, well, I would rather just drown in presuppositions all day.

So is it possible to rid myself of my presuppositions?  I think I need to brain storm some new questions, and ask myself first, "Do I truly want to succeed?"  Otherwise I am just wasting my own time... which of coarse if I do not wish to succeed would be perfectly in line with my anti-goal.   

Volcano Surfer

I started this blog because I thought I had something really great to start it out with.  You know, those thoughts that volcano out of you that you just know the world needs?  I got so caught up on creating a username though that I completely forgot what I once thought.  At least now I'll be ready for the next world changing brain wave.  That is the purpose of this blog, by the way.  To create a wave for ones brain to surf towards world change.  I don't care whose brain it is... like they said in that old baseball movie, "if you build it they will come". I just want to put stuff out there so it doesn't spoil sitting in here.

Disclaimer:  Mindless Listlessness may need sifting through to get to the riches, but riches thee shall see for as many as there are in you there are nearly as many in me.  And what good is changing the world without some mindless merriment along the way, anyways?

Surfs up, hang 10, until then. -Stay Valorous.