Make a Difference

Most people think an uneducated populous won’t affect/effect them if they rise above the fray of humanity thronging for scarce resources.

Striving to get above Maslow’s first three rungs can be achieved but perhaps not sustained (ask those effected by the technology bubble, the housing bubble, stock market black Fridays, mass lay-offs, bankruptcies, etc..)

Everyone has a stake whether it equates into taxes, police, crime, jobs, food prices, water resources, child hunger, etc.

What are you doing to make a difference in your human experience besides focusing on your sphere of influence?

 

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?

Humdrum Part Two

I’m here now, at my work site.  I’m late, by my standards, but it’s only five forty five and I’m the only one here.  I’m asked all the time; why I get up so early in the morning.  I remember indulging in polite conversation, with a guy at a bar, and he mentioned getting up every morning at what I thought was an ungodly hour.  He was an artist.  I asked him why so early.  He said that sleep was over rated and that his creative genius soared when the rest of the world was still asleep.  Some things you never forget.  I took his philosophy to heart, experimented, and found myself more productive early rather than late.  I discovered I’m a morning person.

The truth of the matter is…I have a life outside of a three sided cubicle, so I get in early, so I can get out early.

I log in and sit back, thinking of what I need from this day.  I need to write, I need to make room for my passion, and I need to get my employer’s work done, so I can sneak in a few hours writing.

The fire within me is dying to get out and I am afraid it will be doused by the rigors of life.  But, I’m confined for the next eight hours – three of which I will write.  I have learned not to let the right hand know what the left hand is doing.  I have learned to pretend I’m busy, even when I’m all caught up, so they don’t give me someone else’s work to do.  I’m making sure I get out of this day what I need, while fulfilling my obligation as an average person would do.  But, I’m not average.

I’m a lover and observer of people.  People are fascinating creatures, full of you know what most of the time, yet pretentious though not easily persuaded outside of their comfort zones.  Opposite of most of the people I interact with; I graciously push them into examining what they think and why they think it, so I can gauge how I’m doing.  Humanity teaches me something about life every day.  Sometimes it teaches me how much of a monster man can be to man.

Life presents many opportunities; you just have to know which ones to take advantage of and which opportunities to ignore or just say no to.  Important decision making can be a daunting task, and procrastinating won’t make the decision any easier when force to confront it.  I’ve never been one to blame my failings on someone else.  I’m sure most of my past decisions got me to this point, because I went right when some of my friends went left and fell into a ditch.

Some of my friends became hooked on drugs or alcohol, and a few did time in the penitentiary for passing worthless checks and selling weed.  I use to know someone, in South Carolina, who murdered a college student, did time, and as far as I know is probably walking the avenues of Columbia, South Carolina right now.

They say association brings on assimilation but I never wanted to be controlled by anybody or anything.  So even though I knew pimps and hookers; I always had sense enough to know when to say no.  Back then, people respected decisions and never tried to force anything on anybody.  It was peace, love, and let live.  So, I know my choices and God’s grace is what kept me out of trouble.

You see, I did everything my parents told me to do.  I got good grades and, graduated high school in the top ten of my class, and I’ve always tried to do the right thing, because I never want to say I’m sorry.

But, the economy has changed.  Resources are scarce and employment is unstable.  Long gone are the days when you could quit a job one week and have another job a week later.  The system our parents depended on and pushed us into has deteriorated and the majority of Americans are the middle class working poor.  We live from pay check to pay check and are about three paychecks from foreclosure.  It’s an employer’s market now and a college degree doesn’t guarantee a foot in the door anymore.

I’ve run the gauntlet and decided to take my life to another level by using my mind as a springboard to creating the life I’ve always wanted to have, and I will do it on my terms.

Now, just having a job isn’t enough.  No one retires after twenty or thirty years with the same company anymore.  My parents didn’t know enough to steer me into the pursuit of my dream.  It has taken years of getting to know myself for me to come to the realization that we are all pawns on someone else’s chest board, and unless you take a leap of faith and jump off, all you will do is work and die.

It’s strange how opportunities come when trying to focus on the life you dream of.  For me it became a choice of holding onto a job, making good money, or making my dream a reality.  Sometimes holding onto a job is like counting sheep.  You fall asleep and the life you really want fades into the background, until corporate realities surface in the form of layoffs or reorganizations.  I am not being smug when I say money isn’t everything, especially in the twenty first century.  But, when my true calling made its presence profound; there was nothing I could do but resign from my job and move forward.  Opportunities tied to the pursuit of money decrease creativity, opportunities tied to the pursuit of dreams will give you your heart’s desire.

I kept coming back to my life’s passion.  A passion I’ve worked on for at least twenty years.  Did it take all that time for me to become who I am today?  I think so.  So now, after all these years working for someone else and earning a wage, I know a job was not the answer for me.  I got caught up in a detour that took twenty plus years to get out of.  Material things got in the way, tied me up, held me hostage, and almost changed my life forever.  I got off the exit ramp and I am determined to make a positive difference by any means necessary.

The temptation to give up, go with the herd, and listen to the hype of resigning myself to a life of quiet desperation leaves me restless and thinking this can’t be all there is for living life.  I sort past people, events, unseen forces, detours, and guilt trips.  Few people understand the choices that must be made to get out of the rat race until they too have dreamt of true freedom.  It’s life changing, but lonely too.

The kingdom within is more powerful and thought provoking than any man or woman can imagine.  The life force called intuition steers me onward through self-doubts.  I put one foot in front of the other not knowing where I will end up…just knowing that if I don’t keep moving forward the repercussions and regrets will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I know deep within my heart that riches beyond measure await me in this life and the next.  Discipline is the key to unlocking all God means to give me.

The energy generated in each day must be used to the fullest anyway I can.  The demands of this busy planet will not consume me.  I must cast off negative, washed up, compassionless, people who feel they must tune into the noisy desperation that feeds their spirit.

Slow down and let the herd go past you.  There is safety in number, but not in a pack mentality that keeps us in a time warp disguised as added value.  Are we feeding upon ourselves?

The older I get, the more I value life with a healthy respect for its short span.  I am convinced and convicted that no human being will exercise control over what future I have left.  I must be about my Father’s business with due diligence as snares appearing to have my best interest at heart materialize.

At some point; I think we should become selfish, head strong, taking no prisoners, and allowing only what is relevant to our mission to seep through.

Staying on the right course is hard to maintain.  External and internal forces, positive and negative, attract our attention for days, months, years.  When hungry for a way out of the rat race, we derail ourselves thinking we can help God out.  Sometimes we find ourselves in derailments meant to lead us to the promise land.  Sometimes we derail when in our gut we already know our gift.

When we know our gift; we must not question or take counsel from those more interested in their mission than ours.

If Jesus could walk the walk, talk the talk, all the time knowing he was sinless, but would die for our sins, then why do we snuff out own spirits seeking treasures that deplete our spirituality.

I’m tired of being tired and finally realize it’s now or never.  I got off the merry go round and am acclimating myself to living the life I was meant to have twenty years ago.  Change your life while you can!

Enough day dreaming, it’s time to get back to work.

Humdrum Part One

The alarm clock goes off and I turn over to see exactly what time it is.  I can never remember what time I set it for, because I’m always changing the hour I arise from my sweet release.

It’s three A.M.  I hit the snooze button and sink back into the warm spot.  Closing my eyes again; I stretch and find that place in my subconscious that releases me back into the arms of peacefulness.  I rest, breathing deeply, while hoping a dream will take me to that make believe world of endless vacations, sunny beaches, clear blue water, and love making with the Count of Monte Cristo.

The snooze button goes off for the third time and I finally sit up and thank the Lord for my day.  A positive frame of mind is how I start each day, hoping that theme will carry me through until my head caresses my pillow once again.

My first stop each morning is to the kitchen and I am followed by my two cats, Taps and Grey.  Taps, the tom cat looks on as if he is royalty and I am his attendant.  Sometimes I wonder who actually runs the house, me, or his highness.  Grey purrs as she brushes against my bare legs. She adopted me instead of the other way around.

The coffee pot emits its tantalizing aroma into the bedroom, where I take great pains to make sheets, coverlet, and pillows sing a song that says lay on me.  But, one of the rules of the house is – no one lies on my bed unless invited.  Even the cats obey and know that if Mommy is not in bed, then they shouldn’t be there either.  Making up my king size bed is a labor of love, and my petite frame loves to stretch out in any direction it pleases, unless of course there is a cat in my way.

C-SPAN is on, but I quickly change to the weather channel for today’s forecast.  Its late January and thirty to forty degree temperatures move me towards the closet for something warm and chic.

I plan to hit the road at five.  My commute is forty-five minutes.  My dislike of traffic leads me out into the wee hours, when most of Dallas and Fort Worth is still asleep.

For the last five years I have reflected, analyzed, faced, and rearranged my life while desperately trying to maintain a lifestyle threatened by economics and presidential administrations.

The land of prosperity has become the land of haves and have not’s.  The Jones’ are trying to keep up by using credit, as opportunities shift across the globe.

Read part two tomorrow