Thoughts on Thinking

Words, half phrases
Incomplete sentences
Burped out notions
Quick then gone
This random way
My mind works
Or at least operates
Flowing ideas
Collide upon themselves
In a helter-skelter
Maddening prattle

The pursuit of balance

I seek balance, balance between career and family, spiritual and earthly. Balance, perhaps the zen of yin and yang.

Balance, though, is not a steady state, rather continuous action. Balancing, redistributing; because you can’t have it all, only what you prioritize

Thus, knowing what’s important is critical. Having goals, big overarching ones to guide you, to allow you focus.

With that, one of my traps: forgetting that I can shift, adjust to the changing reality. And that’s the real goal, to grow, learn and adjust. Its OK for the goals to move. Actually, its critical. If we’re growing, we’re learning. That new knowledge will open up possibilities we never could consider before. The glorious future unimaginable. 

Weapons

My arsenal: immense.
Words, written and spoken,
Mightier than swords
And, perhaps, other weaponry.
A verbal quiver; a thing
Of might!

I seek connection

I’ve seen life’s frivolousness, the extreme fickleness of fate. A randomness haunting life. This uncertainty drives many to fear. Me? Connection: my drive is to connect, deeply, richly. Not simply awareness of Facebook updates (or Facebook’s kin). Rather to comment, engage, share: whether that’s humor, insight or compassion. An actual presence, of which we both are aware. Friends and family: this matters most. If, at the end of our life, no one cares, or worse, our death generates a feeling of relief, a release from the miseries we’ve inflicted, has our life any value?