Sunday, September 27, 2009

Music

Music speaks the language no tongue can rightly utter. It tells the story no imagery quite expresses. We turn to music to say the things we cannot. We turn to music to remind us that the world is larger than just ourselves.
We are not alone in this world. We are a symphony called the human race. The brass does battle with the woodwinds, and at other times live in harmony. The orchestra watches the conductor, and at other times plays to their own beat.
But all the while, we are not alone. We are the most beautiful music no ear can hear.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

On Aging

We start out this life at a great disadvantage with the rest of the human race. We start out as two cells desperately looking for each other. Finally,we find ourselves. We grow within the Love of our mothers and we love ourselves. But then our whole world collapses around us and we must escape our meditation and flee to the unknown. Our greatest disadvantage is not that we are small. It is not that we cannot fend for ourselves. No, Our greatest obstacle is that we must learn to trust the untrustworthy. We must learn to love the unlovable. We must give our lives over and believe that our families will rise to the task. The rest of the aged human race does not have this need. They grow and forget what they learned. Until time finds them at last and they are returned to their humble state. Their disadvantage is greater still. They know how untrustworthy and how unlovable they, themselves are. They must humble themselves and believe that someone will come to their aid.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Bipolar Disorder

There is a tendency of many to live life with a bipolar disorder. There is the life we live when we are alone and the life that lives through us when we engage with society. Then there are those who have moved beyond the insanity and pain that is caused by living two lives with one body.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Miles to go Before I Sleep

Death has never scared me much in the past. But fear is not the right word for what I'm feeling now. Death would be a disappointment. I'm finally getting to the point where I know what I can accomplish and what I mean to other people.
Frost says it best "The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Hope

Hope looks far beyond present circumstance. Hope strives. Hope waits. And most of all, Hope does not forget to love.

Do Your Best

Your best isn't good enough if your heart isn't in it.