The Past
The past is nothing more than a chart showing how you got to where you are today.
Were there transgressions? Sure there were.
Were there errors in judgment? You bet.
Will there be again? Of course.
We're all human. We all have faults and make mistakes.
The secret to happiness is NOT how fat your wallet is nor how many things you posess.
The secret to happiness is how you deal with Life's obsticles, setbacks and mistakes. Knowing what matters and what doesn't.
Paths change.
Many will try and "armchair quarterback" your life. It only becomes stressful to you if you let them do so. They'll try and advise you based upon THEIR beliefs and experiences.... NOT YOURS! The moment you permit that static to influence your decisions, is the moment your stress level increases geometricly.
DON'T PERMIT IT! No matter WHO the individual or group is. If you do, your life is no longer yours.
I am currently in the process of deflating all groups and individuals who are detracting from my life's track.
Thursday, November 03, 2011
I should be getting accustomed to this by now.
A state of mind has befallen upon me. It is one I have been visited by before.
Sometimes I refer to it as my "Spidey Senses". Other times, I call it my "ESP". No matter what it is - I am visited by it from time to time. I first became aware of it in December, 1979, when I told my sister that I can no longer forsee myself on the path I had been for quite some time. I had been going through a dark period and was ripe for a change. Since I hadn't experienced this feeling before, I had no idea how to react or interpret it. My life was changing. My whole direction as a matter of fact. In about six weeks time, against the wishes of my over-bearing mother, I was engaged.
I sensed this feeling repeatedly throughout my life whenever another change was about to take place. At times there seemed to be a longer "lead time" than others and then, there were times when change came about completely unexpectedly, as the sock-in-the-gut feeling I had at around 2 PM on 9-11-01.
It's called life.
Over the past few months, I have been making a full forced effort to change careers. The Real Estate closings business has taken quite a tumble and I need to attain verifiyable - even if lesser - income. I suspect this is the course of change coming my way. Still - it's not completely the case. A lot of other changes are on the horizon as well.
My sub-conscious has been entertaining me with life-like, memory based dreams over the past weeks. Most deal with a specific past relationship and/or my parents' house. The relationship one isn't as disturbing as the house ones are. There are VERY detailed dreams surfacing - even detailing floor plans, cinderblock patterns and rafters in the basement (not visable since 1982), along with patio based swim parties (pool was torn down 6 years ago, and the last parties were held almost 10 years ago) with family and friends who are long since dead. Clearly, my sub-conscious is attempting to remind me of something, and perhaps THIS is what is leading to my feelings that change is on the horizon.
Change, however, IS coming.
Nothing as ominous as the feelings I had just prior to Dad's 60th Birthday in 1987; or just prior to mom's last trip to the hospital in 2007. Those feelings were TERMINAL. Nor are they as ominous as the nebulous feelings I had in December, 1979, either - where I had no point of reference - nor a way to cope with an oncoming engagement I didn't fathom was yet on the horizon.
But it IS out there.
And it WILL happen.
The question remains as to whether it's personal or political. Political change - as promised by nObama, is rippled throughout Africa, Asia, Europe and is now on these shores. Those changes are a certainty and a dramatic loss of liberty for all is just around the corner. Buy Gold? HELL NO! Guns and Ammo. LOTS of AMMO!
As the intensity of these feelings grow, I will elaborate.
Untel then - as dad used to say - Keep Your Powder Dry!
A state of mind has befallen upon me. It is one I have been visited by before.
Sometimes I refer to it as my "Spidey Senses". Other times, I call it my "ESP". No matter what it is - I am visited by it from time to time. I first became aware of it in December, 1979, when I told my sister that I can no longer forsee myself on the path I had been for quite some time. I had been going through a dark period and was ripe for a change. Since I hadn't experienced this feeling before, I had no idea how to react or interpret it. My life was changing. My whole direction as a matter of fact. In about six weeks time, against the wishes of my over-bearing mother, I was engaged.
I sensed this feeling repeatedly throughout my life whenever another change was about to take place. At times there seemed to be a longer "lead time" than others and then, there were times when change came about completely unexpectedly, as the sock-in-the-gut feeling I had at around 2 PM on 9-11-01.
It's called life.
Over the past few months, I have been making a full forced effort to change careers. The Real Estate closings business has taken quite a tumble and I need to attain verifiyable - even if lesser - income. I suspect this is the course of change coming my way. Still - it's not completely the case. A lot of other changes are on the horizon as well.
My sub-conscious has been entertaining me with life-like, memory based dreams over the past weeks. Most deal with a specific past relationship and/or my parents' house. The relationship one isn't as disturbing as the house ones are. There are VERY detailed dreams surfacing - even detailing floor plans, cinderblock patterns and rafters in the basement (not visable since 1982), along with patio based swim parties (pool was torn down 6 years ago, and the last parties were held almost 10 years ago) with family and friends who are long since dead. Clearly, my sub-conscious is attempting to remind me of something, and perhaps THIS is what is leading to my feelings that change is on the horizon.
Change, however, IS coming.
Nothing as ominous as the feelings I had just prior to Dad's 60th Birthday in 1987; or just prior to mom's last trip to the hospital in 2007. Those feelings were TERMINAL. Nor are they as ominous as the nebulous feelings I had in December, 1979, either - where I had no point of reference - nor a way to cope with an oncoming engagement I didn't fathom was yet on the horizon.
But it IS out there.
And it WILL happen.
The question remains as to whether it's personal or political. Political change - as promised by nObama, is rippled throughout Africa, Asia, Europe and is now on these shores. Those changes are a certainty and a dramatic loss of liberty for all is just around the corner. Buy Gold? HELL NO! Guns and Ammo. LOTS of AMMO!
As the intensity of these feelings grow, I will elaborate.
Untel then - as dad used to say - Keep Your Powder Dry!
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