A huge part of how you experience reality has to do with your frame of reference.
Tag: #life
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Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
Well, this is a bit of a loaded question since hindsight is 20/20 and I don’t think I know a single person who would not want the opportunity to be better prepared for things. Having said that….
I wish I knew earlier in life that not everyone is going to work, play, and/or love as hard or as much as you do, and that it is unfair to expect yourself from other people. Had I known that from the get go, I could have saved myself a lot of stress, pain, and frustration.
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Life can be so retarded sometimes.
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I read somewhere that the sense of smell is tied more strongly to memory than any other sense. I don’t know if that’s true, but if it is, why? And for me, I think it might be hearing (as in music) rather than smell. Just sayin.
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It amazes me that dogs can feel the energy/emotions of people and respond accordingly, but most humans can’t.
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I had an awesome conversation with a friend of mine over breakfast today. For the record, conversation with her is always awesome, but I’m going to share this particular part of this one.
In the somewhat crazy and always varied range of topics, the word selfless came up, and how being selfless is generally considered to be a good quality. At most points in my life, I definitely agreed with this. But, I have learned that it can be taken to an unhealthy extreme. Like anything else in life, moderation is key. It is possible to be so selfless in your service of others that you literally find yourself without a sense of self (i.e. – “self-less”). Also, without a concept of caring for yourself, and knowledge of the fact that if you don’t do so, you cannot take care of other people.
It’s conversations like this that drive me and inspire me, talking about the human condition, why and how we do the things we do, how balance in everything is essential. All of it, and more. I just love it. This was a great start to the day.
Happy Sunday!
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I wrapped a gift for a dear friend recently using only tissue paper, some ribbon, and a pocketknife. My mother would be mortified. My father would be proud.
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When I was about 10, I opened the front door to take the dog out. It was super early, and cold that morning. I go to open the screen door and as I look up, there is giant buck in our front yard, and a couple females as well. (His harem, I’m guessing. Do deer even have harems? Or are they the mate for life kind of animal?) Anyway, I shooed the dog back, telling him we would go out in a little bit. I then crept outside as quietly as I could so as not to scare the deer.
The buck was bigger than any animal I had ever seen at that point, and as I stepped outside, he turned to me and just stared at me. The female deer seemed a little apprehensive and a bit jumpy, but this dude just stared me down. It was intimidating and exhilarating. I sat down on the front stoop and just watched. Mr. Buck got bored with me, I guess; he went back to grazing on the frosty grass since he determined that I was not a threat.
It was one of the most peaceful moments of my life. It was so incredibly quiet, the cold making it seem even more silent than silent. It was truly a beautiful thing, and I wish that was something I could experience more often in life.
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I like acronyms. They are incredibly useful, especially when taking notes and/or trying to be brief with anything written. So far, my favorite is FUBAR.
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I’ve been thinking about this a lot the past few days…. I do talk about myself in the third person sometimes, especially when writing in my journal, and I am very curious as to two things. 1 – does anyone else do this? and 2 – what does this stem from? Why does my brain/mind sometimes choose to ignore or diminish its own existence? What is the coping mechanism at play here, because I have this sneaking suspicion that this is not a “normal” thing.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 