The Pain of Pleasure

It is not the intensity, but the duration of a high feeling that makes a high man. It is not that one second of pure ecstasy, but the drawn out ride on cloud 9 that is the essence of a happy man.

To what pain do you owe the pleasure of that one moment? To expend all of your energy for one moment seems silly. But it is that blind pleasure that seems to lure us to experience something of mammoth proportions, even if it is for a split second. Then to rewind it in our heads, until the potency diminishes, and we are left where we started. In search of that one moment.

But a wise man does not waste his time with instant pleasures. He does not search for one intense moment. Instead he lives life to the fullest in an everlasting moment of bliss. Though it is not as intense as another's moment, or as extravagant as others... it is his ever lasting happiness.

Sometimes the simple pleasures are the best ones. Sometimes the road to pleasure is the pleasure itself. Sometimes pain arises from those intense pleasures. All because we can not hold on to anything forever, unless it is forever itself.

Escape to freedom

What is your form of escape. A book, conversation, your hobby, a blog? What takes us to the place outside of ourselves?

... But what are we really escaping from? What chains have bound us to the point where we sit and plot of a way to break them, or at least loosen their grip? Is it life, or the lack there of? Its funny the bondage that seems the most confining is the one we put ourselves in. We complain about the claustrophobia as we nail in our own box.

Is it really freedom we want? For we know everything that is in our box, no harm there. Its so much easier to be masochistic. When people tell us what to do, life just happens. right? If you consider that living. But breaking down our enclosure, biting that hand that feeds us, leaves us out in a world by ourselves. Then we realize how insignificant we really are. We can sit and bask in the glory of the escape that we have always tired to obtain. Its finally here....and we are there to enjoy it, all by ourselves. All alone. Isolation is worth it for a taste of freedom, for the tension of the soul is relieved. And then and only then is it able to flourish.

The symphony of words.

Words are the gateway to the conscience mind. But they are only gateways and cannot be mistaken for the conscience itself. For words without meaning are just uttered nonsense, an array of sounds meshed together to form different tones. Sounds without focus that become nothing more then noise. The pure essences of empty thoughts --noise. So articulate your thoughts before you put them into words. For words can be compared to notes on a musical score; they may represent a tone but cannot compare to the tone itself.

divulging nature

I want to be loved, I want to be seen, I want to show, i want to be... It is human nature to want to display what we're truly capable of. Even the deepest closet introvert wants the world to take notice, if not to them personally, then to any extension of themselves. There is no greater disappointment then to never be needed by anyone for anything. Us trying to display what we can do, is just over compensation for wanting to be needed. Like a grand piece of artwork, if it is not admired then it has no value. For what is the the worth of an unseen masterpiece? How can you cherish a wasted talent?

There is a deeper psychology to the childish "show and tell". For it is the primer for greater "show and tell", which is our life.

Dont hear me Listen to me

Do you hear the things people tell you, or do you listen to them. Do you really absorb everything someone says, or do you just wait for your turn to speak. After all, whats sweeter then the sound of your own voice...right? A hidden man replaces speech for silence, and uses language for concealment. For in the midst of verbal diarrhea, how can you discern if true knowledge was really consumed. A wise man need say nothing, like a sponge he can absorb everything and filter out fallacies. So which are you...

What We Want

What do we want in life. What do we really want. What are our true desires? Why do we as people want certain things? Is it because they are rare? Because they set us apart from others, or maybe we just want what we cannot have. What is the bases for human desire? When we analyze ourselves do we find that we want one thing, only because it leads to another? Is there even just one thing that we really want? Most people think they truly desire happiness. But can that be narrowed down to one thing, or are there an array of things that lead to happiness. But if you can choose an emotional state and label it as an obtainable desire, which would it be. Peace, Love, Happiness? Surely they can intertwine, but they can also work independently. Love without peace, which is the case most of the time. Happiness without love... What is it that we really desire...

When you ask me what i want, my reply is simple. I want what the next man wants...i just want it more.

Moments in Life

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into years, and years into life. Times comes and goes with nothing standing in its way. One of the only forces that cannot be contained, manipulated or conquered. So how can how grasp this force that can not be tame. How do you capture it before it slips away? Simply let it pass... But remember where it goes. Labeling each moment with a memory, so you can bring it back anytime you please. Then that moment becomes the tool that gives you mastery over nature's most uncontrollable force. TIME.

Memories are the streams that our conscience flows on. They take us back to past events and direct our future actions. Our memories are what makes us who we are. The theory of personal identity known as psychological reductionism states; "as my stream of conciseness continues, then i continue". When we lose our memory do we lose ourselves as well? With the lost of memory do we gain a little piece of death? As my memory fades so does my life? We may think twice about forget-me-nots....

Dream.

dream \ˈdrēm\: A small piece of fiction mixed with hope used to catch reality before it turns into insanity.

The perfect mistake

I could not have blundered so grandly. It is the miscue that set order to chaos. It is my perfect mistake. The one that i wish never occurred, but am always pleased of its aftermath. A sort of love-hate that sprouts itself when experience is willing itself into existence. The twinge of beautiful knowledge. It hurts so good.

What makes a mistake less then perfect? Isn't it through our errors that we become enlighten? If we were to never fall, how would we pick ourselves back up? Or even someone else. How would we truly savor victory, if we had never known the taste of failure.

Emotion Pt. 1 (our emotion surrounds us)

Emotion is the strangest thing. As often as it is studied, and as often as we come close to predicting its path, we can never quite understand it. It is far easier to understand the emotional state of someone else, then to figure out why you feel the way you do. There are very few that can conclude why they hate, love, and everything in between. Do we have mastery over our feelings that lead to our actions? Is it even us that control the way we feel? Maybe that is the reason it is so easy to diagnosis someone else before ourselves. Another person is able to view all the factors that contribute to your emotions, while you can only perceive things from the inside looking out.

From the people around you, to your environment, to the situations that you are in, these factors can directly affect the way you feel. Your up-bringing, or the way you were socialized as a child have little influence on your emotions compared to these outside factors.
If i analyze my emotional state can i change from the inside to make myself better? I do believe so, but you would be going in circles if you are surrounded by things contradict what you are trying to accomplish.

But think of this for a minute, do we sometimes put ourselves in certain situations and certain environments to try to bring out certain emotions. If we have these suppressed emotions that would consider us a bad or out casted by society, do we surround ourselves by negativity to allow our emotions to be released. Then when good does present itself, there is reason not to enjoy it. In a world full of hate, it is the good who is out casted.

In contrast surrounding ourselves by good could also bring out the good in us as well. In the world we are in now, the opposite seems more likely. But certain people, these special anomalies have a way of automatically changing things around them to match their emotional state. These are the people that you should always be around, or as far from as possible.

road to everywhere

Curious is the nature of life. How it twist and turns you. What else is there to do but to sit and laugh at its deceitfulnesses. Like a child in the presents of all his favorite toys, "what to play with first?" Many are the times that certain paths do not lead to our expected destination. Instead of asking ourselves "how did i get here?", does a better man think "wow! i am here". -craziness- Its not where i was headed, but its always where i wanted to go. The journey of living. Being alive. To live. To Pursue. To Venture. Why carry a map if your journey is uncharted. Is confiding in a map the same as being instructed how to live. The person who listens would probably believe the world is flat, and not venture to discover the truth for themselve.

good intentions bad outcome

I was a told, sometime ago, that the road of good intentions is paved with hell. Through experience, I have found that there is much truth in that statement. For most of the actions of a moral man are backed by good intention. But bad outcomes seem to arise from these actions. That brings the question, which holds more value; the intentions of an action, or the consequences.
We being the good people that we are, instinctively believe that the intentions hold more value, because it directly reflects the person preforming that action. But in the world we live in today; the consequences seem to bear more weight. This is the very reason why nice guys finish last, because there are to many variables to sway their actions, preventing their desired outcome.
How many times have we thought, its not how you get there as long as you are there. Is that us overlooking the good man, overlooking that path that has lead him to where he is. In essence, the true question is; "is it the journey or the destination that is more important?" The answer to that may seem simple. But then you can ask yourself, "is it the journey or the destination that has more influence on a man?"

Morals/Fear

Do you consider yourself a moral person? Most people would. Morals are imprinted on us from an early age, and in most cases carry on with us for life. Even if our moral run into conflict with our hidden desires, we tend to still abide by them. But why? What makes us color inside the lines when we could freehand the picture anytime we like. --Fear. It is fear that makes us conform with written and unspoken morals. Weather it be the fear of God, in religious cases; the fear of being out casted by society; or the fear of the repercussions that rebelling might bring. It is fear that controls mostly all our actions. Its is fear that builds empires as well as destroys them.

Does a person who has no fears have no morals. Or does the person with no fear decide what is morally right. A society with no fear would be full of chaos, for people would act solely on instinct, disregarding all consequences. Instead of the fear that morals bring, there would simply be the fear of the actions of man. Is there really a difference now?

A society with no fear/morals = CHAOS
A society with one person with no fear/morals = Our current political rule.

no handlebars....

i can ride my bike with no handlebars, no handlebars, no handlebars. "Impossible!", was the though held by my juvenile mind. But now... now it is as effortless as these passages i write, or the craziness i utter to jolt the mind. Thus leaving it to meander outside of the box. We have been conditioned to believe that just maintaining is impossible, to the point where life does become hopeless. But when you sit back and analyze our thought process as a child compared to now, the only thing that has changed are the obstacles to overcome. For i can ride my bike with no handlebars, i can climb the highest mountain, and do anything i set my mind to, as long as i dive in headfirst with a childlike mentality. The greatest minds are the ones with no limitation. So whats stopping you? Release your mind, even if there is nothing but craziest in it. There is a thin line between genius and madness. And if anything, the worse thing that could come of your new found freedom is you being declared insane. But in a mad world the sane are crazy. It is only the ones in power that decide who is mentally fit. --Caging the genius, and having society loose the key. You don't need to physically see chains to be imprisoned.

i can ride my bike with no handlebars, no handlebars, no handlebars. What will i do next?

Flobots-handlebars.(playing in the background) worth checking out

Change

Forced into the corner of inevitability. Trying to comply with what instinct is telling us to do...deny change. Why compromise a comfortable existence; why alter something that delivers consistency for a trip into the unknown. Why change? Change is not only necessary, but vital. Without change everything would be at a halt, what role would purpose serve if alterations were not accompanied with it. An evolution of a state of being. Change. For the better or for the worst, but all for a reason. So embrace the sting of change. For in a world where no good thing last forever, its nice to know that some things change.

Why Suffer.

Sometimes we are put in a position where there is seemly no way out. Weather it comes out of life's misfortunes, or mistakes we may have made, life often puts us in great agony. We may ask, what is the purpose of this suffering; why has it has been place on our shoulders? We must must not look at suffering as a curse but a blessing. It is through the discipline of great suffering that has created the elevation of mankind. It is that very tension of the soul in which misfortune cultivates strength. It is the terror of great destruction which brings bravery. For man only knows what he is capable of when he is pushed to his boundaries. Only through great suffering comes great Men. No man chooses to suffer, but a great man embraces it.

Keep Ya head up Rod, for i know you are a great man.

Truth

Truth. Its very essence seems so captivating. But do we really long for truth, or are we pleased with the pseudo reality that keeps us content. Are we really seeking a filtered truth? One altered to benefit the way we already think.

What is real truth? What sets the bases for what is valid? If the standards for truth are set by past scholars, then how can we conclude that they are actually valid, and not simply another man's ideas of truth. One of the most powerful forms of control is having everyone think like you, to live your truth, and believe it. In a sense if i deny the known truths am i outcasting myself from society or am i just denying the ideas of another man. Refusing to be controlled. Actually thinking for myself.

The End

Cyclones in Myanmar, Earthquakes in China, Volcanoes in Peru, war, famine, disease, a black president, Mariah marring Nick Cannon!... The end never seemed so close. Or has it? Did the end of Humanity come the minute man took his first breathe, or when Kevin Ferderline put out his first album?

For what is man, but a rational animal. Over time man's rational instincts has slowly been overcome by his carnal desires, taking away the main aspect that separates him from the animals he governs. Man is becoming a prisoner of his irrational passions, losing the capacity for objectivity. He has come to their mercy, acting on their every command. With all rationality faded, the blindfold has fallen, letting him see that he was on the plank from the start. "Oh! this is the end!", he exclaims. But the end has always been there, it has just now become evident. --The End of the world? No. For the only thing wrong with this world is the driving force behind it. The world will be here, but the problem that plagues it may not.


**I am a proud supporter of the Obama campaign, but you know they always give black people things when its gone to shit.

Purpose

Purpose. The Exclamation mark on this routine we call life. The one thing that some believe they have but cannot pinpoint what it is. Why everything starts, and why everything ends. Purpose. So taking this in perspective, why are we alive? Are we born to die? To a pessimist maybe, but to a person who seeks greater things, we are born to live, and only die when we cannot live any more. Life!?... Yet another another enigma. A question that cannot be answered in words, but only displayed in time. So eminent to some, so meaningless to others. Life, Purpose. With this in mind, you can ask yourself, "why am I alive?" If your eyes roll to the upper left corner of your head, maybe life doesn't mean the same to you as it does to me. Or maybe we are all blinded by this idea called "life". But at least in the dark I am searching for the light....thus giving me purpose.

Settling down, or just settling?

Humans beings are social creatures that long for that perfect answer to the conundrum we call "relationships". We have an instinctual nature to find someone to share ourselves with. But are we falling into the trap of just settling? Are we satisfied with someone we can be content with, instead of finding our perfect half. Does the perfect half even exist? With everyone we share a relationship with there is always something that we wish we could change. And when we meet someone that we idealize to be perfect, one who has all the qualities we expect.... don't they seem to be out of our reach. Or even at best, when we do seem to capture that special piece to magic to call our own, do we realize that it was really just smoke and mirrors. Is the perfect relationship a figment of our imagination?

In pursuit of perfection, if perfection is reached, does having nothing left to pursuit takeaway our purpose. Thus tarnishing our found perfection. Maybe that is the reason we just settle. For with imperfection, we can strive to blotch out all blemishes, making a relationship a work in progress. A beautiful masterpiece that will never be finish. But can we truly be happy with that? Or does our idolize perfection linger in the back our heads?

I doubt i will find a knock-out woman, that sings, cooks, plays video games, works out, and watches sports. But one can hope right. Besides when you expect perfection, perfection is to be expected as well. And I am far from perfect. But it is our imperfections that makes us perfect for each other, and nothing is better then creating a masterpiece with someone who shares the same vision as you.