“Tape? Where we’re going, we don’t need tape.”
That’s what I said to myself prior to painting my hall about 24 hours ago. Turned out it wasn’t such a good idea. On the other hand, I got some water based environmentally friendly paint, so everything I messed up was easy to fix-just a matter of rubbing it off with a wet rag. Nice! I love how everything is moving towards eco friendly. We’ve got a looooong ways to go, but this ball is rolling.
There’s basically no news in regards to working out. I’ve been doing the same as I’ve been doin the last couple of months, back and shoulder rehab. I guess the only news is the progressively increasing understanding I am getting of exercise theory and biomechanics. I said this in the last blog but I think it’s worth repeating: the science is right, our diagnoses are right. It’s our treatment that’s wrong. It seems like these misunderstandings have invaded every branch of science and medicine right now. Honestly, it looks like it’s on it’s way out, but for right now plenty of people are being treated in ways that are borderline idiotic. Everything is based on the symptom, this tiny tiny piece of the whole, the summation of all the causes. So anyway, I’ve had a lot to write about in my book.
Speaking of the book, I was doing some editing today and I’ve found that, despite the fact that the information is all there, the book still doesn’t speak to me like it should. My blogs haven’t even been speaking to me like they once did. Now they are just lectures, jam packed with information that I doubt anyone really get’s anything out of because they are not resonating, like they once were, on the same level as the reader.
That’s been a common theme in my life-having the information I need right in front of me and yet still not catching on. Plenty of times, I’ve come face to face with an answer to all of my problems only to ignore it completely…or at least, fail to grasp it. I’ve come to the conclusion that basically all information will fall on deaf ears unless the person hearing it is in the right place, spiritually, to receive it. That sounds kind of hokey, but what I’m talking about is energy. That sounds even hokier.
Whatever, a certain amount of love, happiness, joy…etc has to precede truth when it comes to getting people to understand or even just getting them to resonate and connect with one another. It’s funny that we don’t realize that, it’s literally everywhere in our customs. We start conversations, lectures, letters, speeches…literally everything with a compliment. It’s unfortunate that these compliments have become so stock that they no longer have the effect that they should. Smart people come up with something better-a joke maybe, or just a goofy way of greeting someone, or a goofy way of talking. The more uncomfortable the person(s) we are communicating with, the more energy building stuff has to be baked into the conversation speech, paper, whatever. It’s kind of crazy how much has to be baked in these days. That’s a part of what this whole PC craze is all about. It’s an acknowledgement that understanding does not exist in a lack of love, or anger. We’re keeping everything we say off everyone’s toes in an attempt to get to what we really want to say.
This bothers me a whole lot. The fact that so many people are so uncomfortable. Everyone is full of snide remarks and utterly rediculous blow ups. Or on the other end of the spectrum, they’re running home in tears at the slightest little issue-that’s what bothers me the most. People are more depressed than ever and they are exhibiting more extreme behaviors and reactions than ever. That’s how this discomfort makes itself known: in people’s reactions to everyday situations. The greater inroad we have to calm, the calmer we are when daily life doesn’t go as planned. The closer people are to constant discomfort, the more blow ups, the more snide comments, the more reactions in general. How many times has someone just stepped in front of you-literally placed his or her foot in a place that made you step in another place-and caused a slight or great anger in you? It’s happened to me plenty of times and I see it all the time on the buss and trains and streets everyday.
So I came to a conclusion about comfort the other day. There’s not enough stimulus. Nothing’s going on. Nothing bad can happen. Nothing happens. Because of fear, which has translated into a kind of obcessive sterilization of life in general, we’ve created an environment where only fear can thrive. The exact opposite of what we want. People’s lives are so safe right now, there’s an answer to literally everything, and when the slightest little thing happens that there isn’t an immediate escape from, all hell breaks loose. Anyone with half a brain could have predicted this and seen it coming a mile away.
I’m so happy though, that all of these answers we have are caving in on us. They’re not the right answers. Almost none of them are based on nurturing us into greater physical and mental strength and greater understanding; and almost all of them are based on more sterilization; killing the last thing that touched us before we got sick, sad, or whatever.
Luckily, things are happening again. As I said, the sterility is causing it’s own stimulus. The stimulus, instead of physical ailments, are people’s extreme reactions, their depression, their violence, their everything. This will finally give people better understanding again. It’s just more information where there was no information before. More things happening=more long lasting comfort via understanding.
I don’t really have a segway here, but I wanted to talk about one more thing today. You see it’s sunday, and saturday seems to be my think day, so I come to a lot of conclusions, let’em brew for a while, and then blog’em on sunday. I was thinking about my own motivation to act. I’m not at the stage in my life where I can rely on acting out of curiousity all the time. More often than not, I act because of discomfort.
So I was thinking about the things that really get my butt moving. I came up with a few but money topped the list. Again, making a ton of money appeals to me but it actually doesn’t really motivate me all that much just yet. What really motivates me is the fear of not having a lot of money. I started noticing these last couple of years that the times I made the most money were all preceded by a time of great fear of having no money-which I equate to me being homeless, even though the reality of my life would basically never allow that to happen. I’ve come to understand though, that my extreme discomfort about being poor can’t stem from financial instability. The fact is, I’ve never once actually been in a situation that anyone would really consider dire. My feelings surrounding money must stem from something else. I’ve come to the conclusion that it stems from me not understanding how to make it, when I clearly I need it to survive. And the reason I don’t understand how to make it is because I’ve always had it. Life isn’t going to give me more of it when I have it all the time. What I need to do is get rid of it! So that’s what I’ve done.
I want my daily life to evolve a bit, I need to earn money in a different way and I need to start living differently-more travelling, more adventures, more experiences in general. This fact coupled with my ever increasing understanding of something/one always by my side, wanting me to succeed, led me to start getting rid of money…in an attempt to understand how to make more money. I figured the best way for me to get my butt moving is to start spending most of my money, to get myself to that nice position teeter tottering below comfort and above extreme discomfort.
I figured since I’m still attracted to some physical things, some niceties, I’m just going to buy them with very little prejudice. I’m not worried about becoming addicted to them because addiction is a lack of understanding and thus, not forever; and me being aware of their addicting reality makes them even less addicting. With more acting, and more assessing of those acts, comes greater understanding. And since happiness through physical items is likely not the true path, I don’t fear these acts at all. I embrace them as a way for me to become less addicted to the physical and enjoy it at the same time!
Hope this got through to a few people, send me a message sometime, if you’d like.
