Monday, March 31, 2008

Our Constant State of Bewilderment

I am glad we are all confused people. Really, I am. We thrive on confusion, dilemmas, altercations, inconveniences, etc. We need problems to solve and if we cannot find absolute solutions, we will bicker about the best possible solutions. If there are not any problems available, we will always create one, or two, or 100 more. It's our innate, anti-boredom mechanism. It's our controlling, hedonistic default mode. We hate "drama" so much that we love it. The hate is pure entertainment. It stimulates us and allows us to think about human behavior and relationships. There's no getting around it. People make mistakes, and people judge and criticize actions. We're all learning, and it is wonderful to know that wisdom comes with age only. I am young, and stupid. I can accept that. I will make foolish decisions. I will mess up relationships. I will not pretend to be wise when I am not. I will learn first-hand, or sometimes second-hand, what to do (and what not to do) with my life. I don't know very much of anything, but I am slowly becoming aware of my surroundings and my senses have been sharpened tremendously. There's a system of checks and balances I have never experienced before within myself. I have an internal censor that mitigates a lot of issues and as I learn (slowly), it becomes more and more accurate.

I am thankful for problems. I am thankful for thoughts and a brain. I am thankful for reason and logic. I am thankful for universal laws that will never be broken.

Off to solve some more problems,


Friday, March 21, 2008


I am grateful for fully functioning hands. It's pretty incredible to think about the power of our hands. The complexity and movement of them. The way we can separate our fingers to perform multiple tasks simultaneously, or team them up to grasp a rope or a pole that could very well save a life. The ability to delicately handle instruments. Or clap our hands to create a beat. I couldn't be more blown away.

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