There are people on this planet who get an idea and work hard to realise it. Others sit on the fence and ponder. Some weigh up options then make informed decisions. Others talk themselves out of a venture due to the fear of losing a comfort zone.
Out of these shooting stars, some get to accomplish their dreams, others who don’t get to revel in success remain undefeated and possibly try again.
When an astute person takes an adventurous step into the unknown, inevitably they ruffle others’ feathers. People’s reactions to their venture are varied, yet they invariably express them in context of bias and diffidence.
There are the naysayers, the I-thought-of-it-before (yet didn’t do it), the la-la-la singers with palms firmly over perky ears, the wise monkey emulators with eyes shut but curiously peeking through gaps in their fingers; pity some do not know how to speak no evil. All act according to personal gain and hidden agendas, eventually passing a judgement that feeds their purpose.
What shines across the galaxy like the Evening Star after sunset are the heartfelt and the genuine, the stellar individuals who may or may not covet others yet wholeheartedly and without prejudice support them in their endeavours.
They are as easy to spot with the naked eye as a full moon in a starless sky.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Gazing at the Moon,
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Trying to figure "Happy" ( again )
I believe they say that happiness is a "state of mind." I don't know who "they" are or what makes them the authority on an emotion that is clearly hard to define.
It has recently come to my attention that I am at a point in my life where I have pulled my head out of my ass long enough to realize that I have been selling myself short. Although I am not sure where I will go from here, it is at least something to think about, and hopefully act upon in the relatively near future.
I have a few questions. Excuse the random thought pattern, I am just thinking "out loud."
How does one incorporate what they love into their career? "Live what you love." It's a statement that I have been struggling with these past few years.
I want to be more creative, and I want to do so in an environment that makes me some dough.
I'm not looking to "get rich", I am just looking to make a living at something that I love to do.
The funny thing is, I am not exactly sure what that is. I mean, I love to write, I love to cook, and bake, and decorate. I have been told I am a great salesperson, "people person" blah blah blah...corporate bullshit...etc. So, how do I take these talents and make them work for me in the capacity I want them to work. Does that make sense?
Then I look at the things I have been through. I have overcome this obstacle of R.A in my life that I feel is just staring me in the face screaming, "DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT STUPID! Take what you know, and share it with the world! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?"
How can I incorporate what I have learned in a medium to help others, which will in turn give me a career that will fill this void I believe is missing in my life. Or, am I just crazy and selfish, and taking for granted the opportunities that I have now?
So many of us are stuck in the 8 to 5 jobs that we have mediocre feelings for at best. Just think about it...40 hours a week for the next 30-or so odd years is a lot of time, and a HUGE chunk out of my life. Why should I settle with anything less than what makes me feel like I am utilizing all of my potential?
Am I merely basking in the comfort of a salary and predictability as a means to float by, pay my bills in a timely manner, and ensure that I have proper health care?
Because if I am, that's bullshit. Plain and simple.
I just called myself out...Which hurts a little...Damn, I can be tough on myself.
Anyway, what I am searching for right now is a little guidance. Possibly some direction, a way to go...Some words of wisdom, or maybe just a swift kick in the ass.
Discuss amongst yourself, and feel free to clue me in on the mystery if you so desire.
*The above picture of my dog's asses was an accident that turned out to be one of my favorite pictures. Sometimes the unintended things in life can turn into a "happy accident." I just wish I could stumble upon a few more of them right now.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Reference: 9XX19XXX
Dear Frigging Help Desk/Call Center People,
You should seriously consider changing your name. The word ‘help’ is soooo last century and so over-rated when you can’t even help yourselves get out of a tight spot. Unless your ‘desk’ needs ‘help’ balancing your empty coffee cups, bags of chips, M&Ms and 2 minute noodles.
Obviously they are not paying you enough to think. Regurgitating outdated information that is readily available on your computer screen does not solve a problem. I could have sworn I was conversing with an automated service that was coughing up excerpts copied and pasted from some manual. I already have RTFM*!!!
Sure I’ve been battling with different customer service personnel during the last couple of days. And, yes I’m grumpy. And I’ve cussed and cursed and F keyed then gave up in disgust only to get up in the morning and repeat the above. I know too well that doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is a sign of insanity, but that gives me ample justification to take it out. On you.
And while we’re talking tired clichés and old buzz words, see, I can regurgitate too, let me remind you of an oldie but a goodie, so passé you probably weren’t even born then. The customer is always right. And that gives me ample rights to waste your time then kick your arse, well, just because I feel like it.
All the best. You need it.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
The Choices that People Make.
What makes people choose the paths they walk? What is it that makes anyone decide which way to take in a fork in the road? What makes someone turn right when clearly they were signalling left? The human mind is a complex thing. We spend the rest of our lives believing that we have a choice, never knowing or understanding the reason behind the choices we make.
In that ignorance…we are forced to walk the path we are already walking without any way of turning back…anyway of true choice. That is the illusion in which we all thread upon. Ignorance in the belief we can make a choice. We see it everyday. People trapped in the concequence that they created. From the tasks we do, to the love we give, to the life we choose.
We couldn't possibly make a choice at that moment because the options are already closed. We're only living out the concequence of something we probably decided a long time ago. Once the choice has been made, then we can only wait for it to be played out…not immediately…but in time the full extent of those actions will be revealed. That's why the choices we make are illusions. That's why we spend our lives saying we have no choice.
We've already made our choice a long time ago. Now we're just playing it as it is supposed to be played. Anything else are just extras.
Why do we always take the road that ends in death? When we have a choice to shape our will as long as we draw breath.
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Dark Angry Clouds
Far too many people go through life with clouds of anger over their heads, waiting for the first chance to strike at others. Be it is road rage, angry help desk calls, endless unresolved complaints or being undermined at work, people are often on edge, ready to hurl abuse and violence towards others.
There can only be one reason. They are not getting enough sex.
This week I had the misfortune of enduring a nasty situation where an irate woman continuously spat venom at me and refused to allow me to speak. The result was a shouting match where I had no choice but to stoop to her childish tactics by yelling over her voice like the hormonal witch she was, which only served to irate her further.It wasn’t a work situation. It wasn’t a pram pusher getting a vantage spot at a crowded café – though it happens – or a 4WD/SUV driver hogging the road. She claimed to be in charge and when she realised she had been incompetent in her actions, she resorted to yelling at me, the customer, who had invested a substantial sum in the company’s product.
I hated having to retaliate by copying her behaviour. I despised her existence for bringing out the worst in me. I was furious at the cloud of anger she had passed onto me when I carry clearer skies. Though I yelled over her voice and finished by belittling her position in the company, I did not resort to name calling. But my fist was in the air and my inner bitch was shouting, “Fuck you!”, all for a good reason.
There are merits in giving someone the finger, and yelling out the ubiquitous insult. Not only for the feel-good retaliative factor but you could be doing them a favour by passing on the right message. Have sex. And have more sex. And if you’re not sure what is enough, then have some more you f@$%^&* idiot sh%^&*of a b(&^%$#!!!
Nothing like a good prick to that bubble of anger over their heads to give them the release they so desperately need.
