Focused

Sometimes I wonder why I’m so different, why I’m so provocative, so inquisitive, and so sensitive to what is said versus what is done.  The world around me is constantly changing and I find it fascinating, totally mysterious, and very dangerous.

Is it my age that makes such a difference in how I view the natural world or is it a keen sense of perception that hones in on what other people miss?  What is it that makes me stand out as an enigma to those who love to hate me?

There are others like me.  Others who know death is only one heartbeat away.  Life warrants us to be different, so we can operate in that special zone of awareness that escapes so many.  We take nothing for granted and know we control nothing but the way we respond to the world around us.

I think I reflect on these thoughts because I am growing older and if I had it all to do over again, I would change many things.  But since I believe in God; I sometimes wonder if destiny has had any hand in where I find myself at this very moment.

My life these past few years has been totally dedicated to fulfilling a purpose I believe I am moving towards.  Time is a luxury I no longer can afford because death comes as a thief in the night to deplete us of the energy we had only yesterday.

Love and beauty keep me focused on what is so wonderful about the world we live in and that is my respite from the evil men do.  Finding love and seeing beauty in the world around me doesn’t necessarily include other humans.  Sometimes humans bring drama when none is needed and most humans never delve into what lies beneath the facade they present to the world.

What lies beneath the surface of our makeup is who we really are and who we hope we will one day become on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs (specifically self-actualization).  I don’t think anyone can truly live a life worth living unless they are willing to look life in the face and reach beyond the obscenity of the physical world to see the love and beauty within the one who preserves a place for himself others cannot reach.

I believe the greatest, the best, the brightest, the ones with the most to offer mankind developed a focus beyond imagination.  How else can a man or woman break records, perform miracles, and offer themselves up as sacrifices unless they are focused?