My message to a friend who just turned thirty

I sent this as a birthday greeting to a friend of mine who just turned thirty.

“It sucks to be thirty. Nearly every thirtysomething I know is annoying, is looking for drama and meaning when the truth is as we get older we realize more and more that life is pointeless and without any kind of redeeming value. Our success is short lived and our trails are just insult to injury. Take the red pill and realize you are getting old. your life is close to half over, if you’re lucky. It’s all down hill from here.

Happy Birthday!”

Sunday

It’s just another Sunday. Just lying here thinking of a way to get un-bored.

What if…

If I were to take you and somehow extract your life’s experiences, good and bad, and without judgement discretion or censoring, expose it to the world, how would you react? Would you feel as superior as you typically do? Would you dwell on my weaknesses, indiscretions & mistakes as you do now, or would you run and hide in shame until your show was over?

I wonder. It’s easy to criticized, condemn, spread rumors, tell lies, perpetuate misunderstandings when you feel as though you are a better person than most. You’re immune, and in your mistakes and weaknesses, you are justified. Jesus cleansed you, or your therapist gave you permission to let it go, or you take the approach that most people take and blame everyone else for your circumstances. 

But if I were to expose your life in its entirety and show the reality of it, would you still be so concerned with confessing my sins for me? Or would you realized that maybe, just maybe, you failed in more ways than you had thought, you let the important things slide and only filled your lusts? Even in your ‘righteousness’ you were deceptive and only lifted your ego while crushing the rest of us beneath it’s weight?

Pay attention to your own life, don’t spend time trying to write the checklist of my weaknesses. Whether you realize this or not, whether you are justified or not, one fact remains. It’s not over until you’re 6 feet under. Don’t count yourself the winner of a race that has hardly begun. Pay attention to your own checklist, your own manual and your own stewardship. Don’t fail in your life because you dwelled on my life’s failures.

Wondering.

Sitting. Wondering. 

How does a society let itself get so deranged and immersed into it’s own ego? One person insisting they know how things are while the next insists on the same knowledge though based on completely different facts. I’ve come to this conclusion. I don’t believe in the facts anymore. I’ve been given facts before only to realize that it was more of a theory based on the accepted method of logic at the time. It’s only ‘truthfulness’ was dependent on certain unknown factors and individual intuition, or logic, if you want to call it that. 

Truth can’t contradict itself. It can’t be applied through an egocentic mind trying to prove that individuals rationale and expect it to be truthful. 

Religion itself isn’t the answer. Neither is science. We simply do not know enough to draw any final conclusion to anything. Any theory can be debunked if we spin what little we actually know just the right way. Any theory can become logical if we throw it into a certain context. 

In our generation, truth is based in ego. Not reality. I don’t believe in truth any longer. I don’t think the human mind and ego is capable of adhereing to it. I just want to know how it really is. To me, reality trumps all of the truth, or so called truth, we know. Now if I could overcome myself enough to see things as they really are and get on with understanding.

The human mind is a slimy thing. Deranged and twisted, ignorant and arrogant. We set out to prove our own theories at any cost so that we can be ‘right’ even if it means we take the sparse facts, twist and exaggerate them into full ‘truths’. We hate being wrong about the way things are. 

They say the truth hurts, but it isn’t truth that is painful, it’s reality. 

So the final question is, What is Real?

The Process Person

 

The Process Person

After reading a certain blog, I was inspired to write about “Process People” and my opinion as to what makes a person ‘Process’ oriented.

When I say that a person is a Process Person, I mean they are actively engaged in something productive at all times, always moving forward, always taking actions, always growing and expanding what they know, and what they experience. A process person is often seen as eccentric, and sloppy. They can be seen as obsessive about doing something that they care about. They keep moving forward leaving a mess behind them. They can’t be bothered to clean up the projects of the past, but always have that focus to move forward and accomplish something else, learn something new, grow a little further, reach a little farther. 

In a world that teaches us to maintain the status quo, to perpetuate “proven and safe methods of success”, to take the road most travelled, the process person sees the hidden, unrevealed potential of life and the experience it has to offer. They are often called day dreamers, silly, idealistic and non-conforming. In truth, they are looking to either build on current ideas to improve them in unconventional ways, or they are willing to make a complete break with established modes of thought and revolutionize the world. They never ‘fail’, they only learn, and move forward never dwelling on the past.

Are you a maintenence person, or a process person? The world needs both, and there is no shame in either.

Christian Blog Fun

Sometimes my smart ass nature gets out of hand. I posted this comment on a christian blog about a teenage girl that was rejected from a christian dance team because her breasts were too large.

This was my response.–

“They made the right decision.

Large breasts have brought down several righteous men. Samson, David, Solomon, Lot… I don’t have any documentation to back up the fact that these women had large breasts, but it’s safe to assume as such. Isn’t there a proverb that says “thou breasts that tease my eye, shall be the downfall of my lust, lest they be modest and demure. Then shall I observe thy dance in righteousness” I could be wrong….”

Maybe it was out of line……….. NAH!!!

Thursday noon

It’s been a slow morning. I’ve managed to plate one job and that is all we have going on. I’ve been playing with the color management software hoping to learn as much as I can during the slow spell. It’s fun.

Saturday afternoon.

Lying on the grass of the lawn, under the shade of the giant pine I intend to remove someday, I am resting. The sun is taking a lazy stroll across the sky casting warmth while a cool breeze compliments. It’s a perfect mix. I’m at peace.

Wednesday Night

Just got laid!!!! Woohoo!!!

(my wife posted this for me)

Wednesday lunch.

Sitting at the table with a group of people that are typically pissed at me for one reason or other. The sluggish conversation is getting oppresively slow and is making us all uncomfortable. The clinking of glasses, utensils on cheap ceramic plates, and the twitter of incompehensible conversations invade the silence of our table. Every few moments, a short lived discussion pops up. The weather, politics, kids these days. All of the things I don’t give a damn about. I should have stayed at work.