Re Thinking it all.

I stop and see the confusion of the world and wonder…is the confusion of the church a better substitute.

In the last months as I have battled depression, failure and all manner of personal demons I have heard to think hard about some of the moments that have defined my past year.

I have had to rethink politics. Will all my friends shouting and campaigning under the Black Monday Movements actually cause change? Is it a passion filled tirade with about as much future as the white rhino and the life span of a fly? What are my views about politics anyway?  I have had to answer these questions and still refine those answers.

I have had to rethink church. Right now there seem to be several factions split between the traditional churches and here we have all those Anglican protestant and other traditional denominations. There is the “born again” faction characterized by wild gesticulations and noisy overnight services. Then there is what I call the alternative style churches. There are mostly new and tech savvy for the most part. This is where you find the bohemian crowd and the others who found their traditional churches too…well traditional and the born again churches I guess too noisy. Please note I said church and not faith.

I have had to rethink dreams. Anyone who has followed this blog or read any of my pieces on Facebook has come across the Chasing your dreams series . I have had to rethink this whole concept. I have accepted that time is a greater ally and the straightest path is not always straight and that sometimes I need to stop and camp a whiles on this journey. I have learned that when you smile, make sure you fangs show but like a gentle she wolf, never bare them in anger, malice or hate. Just let them know you have them as well and yours Is a choice not to use them…unless they provoke you.

I have rethought money and poverty. These two seem to be the yin and yang of my existence. Money is not what I work for but it’s a just recompense for the expenditure of my talent. The journey out of poverty is not that easy. Stop reading get rich quick scheme books, work hard, save as much as you can, give as much as you can and be content. The last bit is playing me.

I have rethought friendship. This is the one year that most of my friendships seem to have imploded or just gone into some sort of coma. I will not lie, I am not all torn up about all of them. In fact these days are am not as quick to save friendships. I believe they should develop organically and just go where they may of course with a little trimming and such here and there. I am not trying to grow a bonsai tree but a radiant flourishing bush or tree. I do my part or what I can cause at the end of the day no amount of water or manure makes trees or bushes grow faster…perhaps a little better.

I am still rethinking…perhaps soon we shall share deeper exactly what I have been thinking on some of these topics.

When All The Potholes are Gone.

(Warning.This is a really boring post.Unlike most of my posts which may be witty and funny and what not this is absolutely non of those. its sort of serious and totally tries to make a point. If you ask me it tries to hard. But anyways. Enjoy)

I do not even know how it happened but I found myself sitting across an elderly gentleman discussing politics and the current government in this country.

He said the he believed in giving credit where it is due and while he may not agree with some of the policies or lack thereof the current government he did not agree with an opposition that acted and spoke like the government had done nothing.

Placing my own political views and bias aside I agree. I believe that everyman should receive due and fair recognition for his work and such.

I believe all that even for those that we have little regard, we must pause and applaude them when they do something noteworthy.

I don’t think the past successes should be a constant way point for us when weaknesses and failures are pointed out. Instead they should be encouragement and proof that we can indeed do better.

My thoughts then wondered to my children. What shall their world be like? What shall they complain about and what shall they point out? What shall they be left with after all the potholes are gone?

And I realised to that with great success comes great expectation and for those that have gone before we should not castigate those that come after for being ungrateful for they have no understanding of your ‘past’ tribulations and can complain about only what they perceive as theirs even if in stark contrast to yours its frivolous and petty.

I wonder, truly, what shall be the subject of complaint when all the potholes are gone.

(P.S see what i mean when i say boring. Yeah and you noticed the trying to hard bit right...its like so totally lame yeah..)

Random Thoughts

Did you know that P.S. stands for POST SCRIPT.

but what the heck does P P S stand for

If you ask me it some mental disorder for writers and whatnots.