The proposed hierarchy of elevated divinity

In life we are often told about what path will lead us to the imagined land of divinity, and what paths can only lead to ruin and despair. This even extends to the value we attach to things, and where the proximity should begin and end.

We are given a sheet of guidelines spoken and maintained by the society we find ourself in, as to what can offer us a sense of elevation, upflift us, how we are supposed to react and feel when presented with a scenario or compilation of things. These things are often given a ranking, devised by critics and self proclaimed experts of life, as to what will bring us to a desired state or evoke sensations that we are told we should crave. 

Exluding certain features in the process, that are poorly esteemed in the general public. Creating a pyramid of predisposed values, that defines how we should react accordingly. This framework can be found strewn across society, with little room for questions or a multitude of reactions to be allowed. 

The attept to guide us in a direction, with alluring tales of how greater exaltation can be found there, and that it is the only place you can feel a sense of peace or accomplishment. As if a luxurious castle always must be better than a quaint cabin, ignoring the chance of greater happines being found in a smaller and more secluded area. Proclaiming that certain foods are to be viewed as trash, while the more expensive quisines always will demolish other dishes in terms of what they can offer. 

Subtly infusing a sense within, that one must enjoy one thing more than the other. There are plenty of these propagandas elsewhere, such as making lists of what is supposed to be subjectively considered as good music, or terrible music. That the tunes of mozart, always offer a plate more rich and sublime, than that of techno music for example. 

But the reactions will always be subjective, and for some, a techno song about true lov might lift them to unimaginable heights of ecstasy, moreso than a mozart symphony ever could. 

A competitive battle, where certain movies are by default to be considered degenerate in quality, instead of allowing others to respond to such stimuli by their own merits. 

We might hear people speak of the simply joys of life, but how do we know that what we have adressed as smaller joys, in fact, are not the greatest. The invisible list, where a system is in place that tells us what can give greater joy, and what we should consider as lesser joys. It is often the things we call highpoints of life, but no individual should feel the need to adhere to such compliant standards. Indoctrinating books and articles, who for reasons unexplained, have the dominion over the intrinsic values of things and situations and how they should make us feel. 

A guide to what is ordinary, and what we should consider extraordinary. The moments others refer to as crowning jewels in life, what we should look forward to and consider holier as oppossed to unholy variants of expressions in life. The mass ego generating a firm consensus on the complicated and endless web of life, in a way that stifles those who reach beyond and outside of coalitions formed between masses of people. Finding comfort in the colony of a million voices, instead of noticing the faint whisper that tells you to look elsewhere. The whisper that comes from within, that something is not quite right.
A pyrmaid scheme with accepted likes and dislikes, making a false hierarchy of what we must deem enjoyable, what we are to dislike and how we are to react. If someone finds God through cars, pornography, going to the gym, music, clothing, people, friends, love, strippers, construction, movies, do not tell them that the exaltation they feel when involved with what they love is derogatory or worth less than other activities they tempt you to be apart of. The grass of inner happines always being greener when involved with other pastures.
Do not let the judgement of an unflinching mass ego dictate the personal sense of life you cultivate within and outside, the individual must always have a clear and distinct voice, unfettered by the screams of a morose party feeding you with propogating influx.
We must experience for ourself the life we wish to live, and what attracts us and we find alluring and divine, because we all have the right to explore and be a part of e dance, and know deep within, what we truly need.

The stipulation of life energy

At times we may come across people who try to eliminate various aspects of life with a justification process that involves convoluted rhetorics and incohesive justifications to halt the blooming of what they deem to be subjectively wrong. 

They often have no real evidence or proof in their reasoning as to why certain proponents of life should be met with dominant judgement and directly or indirectly banned from being expressed. 

Being on a pilgrimage to convince others that they are the rightful owners of absolute truth in a desperate attempt to manipulate the course or actions we may take. 

How we react to life, what gives us a sense of meaning, joy and elevation, will always remain subjective to the individual. What encourages the fostering of life energy from within, is not something that can be dictates or coersed into a specific direction that all are to follow. 

Life energy may be described as what makes us get up in the morning, our motivations, our longings, that which fills us with a flame from within, waiting to take desicive action. 

Life energy is the unique spark, the warm glow that radiates from within, and longs to explore a world of possibilities and meanings, searching for what feels right and true to the individual. 

The perfect quest of life, inhaling a sense of wonder for today and tomorrow. 

Being in harmony with the self, and to what the soul needs and wants. 

We are at times faced with rampant destructors of life energy, those who wish to suffocate the creation of life with strict policies devised from a need to decide how others should live and be. 

When one starts to think about it, there are destructors of life, and creators of life. Anyone who forcefully tries to subjugate others to their testimony of rightful living and expression, can be likened to ancient crusaders with a fictional cause to rationalize their pervasive intrusion unto others. 

Not giving up until they find that the world around them likens a reflection of their own subjective codes of life, wishing to establish a clone army of like-minded soldiers who will spread their ideology. There are several ways to murder someone, actually taking their lives, and taking away that which gives them life. Denying others to explore the different facets of life that might rejuvinate and give birth to a sense of wonder and delight. 

When involved in such a process, they can be likened to thieves and murderers of life, robbing the inner sanqtuary of others and replacing it with unwanted thoughts and unquestuoned compliance. Slowly but surely robbing them of all life energy that was once inherently their own, replaced with a bondage masters that has taken it upon himself/herself to be the unwelcomed suppressor of the gift of life. 

No two people react the same to specific stimuli that encourages the mind and body to impetus. We all have a unique set of tapestry, intricate and delicate, soft and distinctive, millions of remarkable factors that constitute and make whole who we are. Upon seeing an image, reading a sentiment, recognizing a face, hearing a voice, touching a body, there is no one way to react accordingly, as our response is colored by different perceptions and feelings.
To rally others to create uniformed disparancies that judges one thing, while allowing another under a  declaration to unify insted of diversification. Those that do not comply to the proposed manifesto, and find themselves oddly sad or depressed living under ideals that only results in a hollow emptiness, because the life energy they wish to express and feel, is distinctively judged.
Dead on the inside, by the command of a malignant dictator, that has amassed the voices of a mass ego to stand behind him. The mass ego leaning on each others for validation and encouragement, flocking togehter to shun the flow of life energy that exists outside of their perimeter.

When allowing, accepting and rejoicing for what establishes a sense of self, a sense of truth and love in others, we become free to follow our own path that feels correct, and corresponds to the life energy our souls wish to partake in and be an active creator of. It does not matter how right you might feel you are in your subjctive and learned curriculum, the scope of life should be bigger and more varied, as opposed to smaller and intensely uniformed. 

   The fundementalists overraction

There can be times when we find ourselves taking most things very seriously, reacting in a grave and stern manner to the influx around us. 

Taking the opinions we hold, the actions we take, the words we speak, as fundemental truths, rearly bending with the wind and be at ease. Thinking everything has a somber root, that there must be a hidden motive, underlying causes and reasons behind the whims and impulses of others. 

Rarely taking anything at face value, and constantly probing for the depth we believe must be unearthed. Thinking if we say something, there must be attached tons of weight and gravitude to our sentiments. That all our opinions must be recieved with bravura, that there is no room for varying degrees of truths. That our reaction to things must be flawless, and always justified. 

If we react with dissaproval, that our cries of subjective right and wrong is a law that must be applicable to all. 

Becoming slaves to our own subjective views, and being unable to adjust to the merry go round of unexpected sightings of what we deem unnusual. Putting in place the fixed opinions we have harbored throughout time, and inflicting the personally held beliefs rigidly unto others. 

When we let go of the need to feel that we must always be right, that our opinions are so important that we follow them with unwavering plight.
Overtly associating ourself with the self imposed values and opinions we hold, and swearing to encapsulate everything we think and mean in every step we take.
The problem begins to rear its head when we become dictorial, thinking that others must also share the same thoughts and way of living, never stopping to consider that the morals, supposed ethics, supposed rights and wrongs, are mostly constructs. Some even do the most heinous things of enforcement and ills when they spot what they consider flawed or wrong.
Putting on an iron fist and going out of ones way to shut down and react strongly to anything that does not synchronize with the mindset we inhabit.
Being like fundementalists that are succumbed by cruelty only to prove a specific point to be right, and waving their hands and casting judgement on everything they deem wrong.
They surely take themselves too seriously in meting out punishment and violence to the subjective violators of what they have been taught is wrong. Never considering a live and let live attitude to anything. As if having a book engraved in the back of their minds, never seeing with their own eyes and thinking their own thoughts, but always reffering to the narrow confines of the rules they swear blind allegiance to.
When overestimating the importance of a singular expression and mind, it can be difficult to ease up and simply enjoy. Overreaching to find something to fuss about, something we deem unpleasant, always grabbing unto the object of frustration with crazed eyes and a violent hold. 

When shifting focus towards oneself, making sure ones own criteria for happines are met and cultivated, and letting go of the invisible enemies one has created, that has no real power over one, naturally the need to correct others is aleviated. When there are no real obstacles, exept for the ones one has constructed in the mind, fictatious beliefs of what can be holding one back, who, where and what, and reclaim personal autonomy, things will be well. 

Incessant barrage of automated specifications

There can be instances when we apply a particular checklist to our lives, with expectations and demands for how we think our surroundings must appear and be in strict accordance with.
If there is a slight deviation in the immediate reality, we can react with a need for rectification if the mental landscape of proposed ideals are not met.
The envisioned plans of how we believe the rightful path to unwind can often be static if there is little to no room for exeptions. When there always must be a perfect allignment of several elements in order for an innitation of action and participation to take place, we severly limit ourself in our ability to welcome the unexpected. If the rules of our narratives only lead us to the land of narrow-minded decisions where the afforementioned fantasies of duly structure are found, we can begin to examine why such an edifice is there.
It can also lead to crippling doubt and lack of self-expression when the foundations we have set in stone are never to be rebuked. Doubt because the list set in place, will indisputably be met with occurences that goes beyond the specifications we hope to be present. Therefore our enthuisaism dwindles when the proposed framework has been denied. Suppression of the self when we are unable to be in complete harmony with the checklist we deem necessary to take action.

It can almost be like an automatic response system, where we have a predetermined response to anything as either goood or bad depending on the likeness it holds to our own ideals. The immediate classification that shrinks the amount of experiences we are to take part in, if not found in the contract we esteem as a faultless advisor. Forgetting that one thing often leads to another, and dismissing any roads where one cannot encode the progression of events in a symbiotic equation.
Only innitiating a project if the results are expected to be exactly as planned. Only going on a trip if the journey is in exact synchronozity with specific demands. Only accepting another person if they meet subjective criteria. Only daring to be bold if the formula has been well studied in advance. Only advancing to another place if it is predisposed to satisfy every need. Only expressing oneself if the responses have been carefully calculated to be in a certain way. Only partaking in a gathering if the guestlist was written by you. Only allowing a specific set of emotions to be detected when in accordance to what we have deemed worthwhile. Only liking something if it follows the paragraphs we have written about likes and dislikes.
Sooner or later, the skeletal remains of unlived possibilities are surely to be found. The sight of an abandonned castle where a party had taken place, lost to time devising how to dress and look most appropriately.
When we employ such tactics, surely the wheel has been halted and is at a critical point where the iron shaft set in place is about to break. Things are likely to be at a standstill, and refrained from movement not bound by shackles. The true horror is when we have stopped to permit the unexplored aspects of life to be welcome. When the alarm clock is always ringing by the mere sight of something we have not permitted in our book of dichotomy. The crevasse growing ever larger due to an arrangement of stipulations, that seperates us from the prospects of great randomness . When we constantly scrutinize the value of something or lack thereof, if the notions of necessities we request are not there.
When we can only say yes if the timing is right, always say no when the most menial detail is out of touch, and always say maybe if we are stuck in prolonged evaluation of a proposed question. When we refuse to take a leap of faith, an unfiltered action that has not been cross examined in the lab of possible outcomes. The checklist can even extend to how we believe we should react in the present, and how something must pan out in order for it to be valuable or enjoyable.
When taking the unexpected way forward, we liberate the need for a shrewd and unyielding force of protection to show us the way. The emancipation follows, and see what we later comes to fruition by the seeds we did not tear out from the ground.

Associative imprints directing the course of life

We often operate under associative terms, based on previous experience guiding the expectations of future undertakings. Thinking one or two impressions  is enough to describe what we are currently undergoing. Those impressions are often based on how something made us feel or acted earlier, and we can carry them with us to unrelated situations where the truth is in actually completely different. Because we carry with us associations of how something must be, it causes a blockage of allowing something to unfold in a more unprocessed flow.
We can attach sadness, joy, hope, laughter and dread to a multitude of things, even believing that only very specific people can evoke laughter, as if a natural part of our being reminds stuck in purgatory with no chance of being recovered and brought back to its rightful owner.
We can attch sadness to a specific place due to unfortunate happenings, and think there is no possibility of a reversal, due to an obstinate need for a predictable scenario in which our predetermined thoughts are solidified. Thus denying any room for our preconcieved notions to be shattered. A junction point where there is no chance for new possibilities to occur.
When labelling the environment around us as in absolutist terms with a handful of associative predictions we refuse to let go of, our soul is hindered from seeing things perspecuity. Obscurred by the needless connections we try to establish in an attempt to be prepared for active avoidance if trivial similarities are noticed.
When presented with the slightest hint of reoccuring elements, there can be a tendency to jump to hurried conclusion and clevery construct a delirious prophecy of what is yet to come.

Can we truly be free if every step is administered by the foreshadowing of tribulations, if we always form coalitions to unions, places, expression that are completely different, but still hampered by the need to make correlations that are shaped by past impressions.
Thinking that a jester will appear to mimic your moves and of those around you, to mirror and bring the resurfacing of old sagas, and have the unpredictability of life to comply diligently to a rigid set of infeasibilities.
When constantly recounting and stenghtening the associations we have, our life quickly becomes cramped and confined to outgrown ideals that no longer hold relevance to where we currently find ourselves. Some of the beliefs are minor in size, some more personal, some can even extend to a huge scale that goes beyond any borders, and compressed into a tiny ideal that shuns the possibility of diversity and jumble. Refusal to acknowledge that life is messy, unpredictable and full of chance. Neglecting such a view in favor of a tidy explanation that believes multitudes can be easily explained and labelled based on a simple overview or a swift generalized assessment.
When we maintain our assertions of unsolicited beliefs,  and refuse to see and feel with different motions, we actively hinder justice and fairness to what we are faced with, since our minds are enclosed and captivated by previous indoctrinations.
There are always exeptions in life, and no statistics, data or experience can rightfully determine the entirety of how things will transpire. Fluctuations and variations remains, and nothing ever comes in the same package it once was delivered.
When associations take over, thinking we can only love one person, laugh in one way, sing at one place, dance in one bar only, or how we no longer can dance, sing, love or laugh based on the reactions of past and allowing similair predictions of associations appointed to a leadership position. The boss of our every move being like cinematographer that only includes flashbacks in his films while never offering contemporary shits. When exluding all other options of differing idiosyncracies due to a stern mentality, we are coersed into a prison of the mind that dissarms us of our ability to be free without sullying the pure river. To be unbiased and unprejudiced in the interractions we have with our own soul, and that of others, should perhaps be the goal to strive for. To replace a bucket of documents we manically allude to as irrefutable evidence , with a clean slate, that writes itself as we go along. 

 Traversing different modalities of juxtapositioning states

There comes a time when we must be flexible in the way we think, express and behave ourselves.

To have the ability to not remain stuck in a singular state of mind, that we cherish and nurture beyond reasonable justification. When the light at the end of the tunnel never seems to appear, no matter how fast or slow the train goes. Under the false belief that everything can be logically explained, and that an answer or eureka moment is destined to appear if we continue onwards in the same train of thought. 

Sometimes the decision to let go of a thought, in whatever shape or form it may come and how it relates to the world around us, is the only thing that allows a chance of escape and resolution. 

No one person can come to fitting conclusions and settle a clever closure in his mind that encompasses all possible variations of solutions. 

Shifting the focus, the eyes and mind elsewhere, can allow sweet relief for the parties involved. 

The same goes for the different moods we go through, some people chain themselves down to only being capable of feeling one way, claiming they are destined or cursed to only identify with a single description in the spectre of limitless sensations that arise from within.

Carefully shutting out any new impulses of thought and emotions the moment they appear.
Like a fearful knight fending of his imagined adversaries that comes in the shape of novelty,
Refusing to let anything impact the predetermined state he has sworn blind allegiance.
Like a couch potato always watching the same channel, jumping on anybody like a high strung cat  that dares come close to the remote to introduce a different show.
Being watchful like a bear resting in his winter hide ready to claw at anyone that tries to wake him up. Whether it be through conditioning or manipulation, some are convinced that they will be eternally denied access to whatever that has been blocked from within, and thus not recognized in anything outside. Convincing themselves that certain things are never to be tasted, and never to be present. Thinking that they can only operate under the same conditions and ways.

There are those who are so stuck in their ways, that anything new coming into their sphere is portrayed as an annoying goblin or witch that can only make things worse, or even catastrophic.
Anything that resembles an incoming change is instantaneously warded off and redirected to the door, leaving nothing new to wander the isolated castle with amplified security and reinforced walls.
When all thoughts, all actions, follow a strict set of established rules that can never be broken, always  treading along the same path at the same time, in the same pace,
Life obviously becomes monotnous and depending on preference, quite dull.
When there is no variety to spice up our existence, all the ethos, logos and pathos of any great story is lost. Like the chapters in a book going over the same details in an endless circle, the characters being like a dog chasing its tail, all the while, sitting still in the same room under identical scenarios, indulging in the same acts constantly.
Being obsessive about life and the routines we harbor to always the stay same, can be seen as a fear of the unknown to devour everything we have established. Seen as a gigantic beast that will rip to shreds everything we have organized and built, the very foundation and fabrics that keeps things together being torn away and exploding into a million little pieces.
Thinking that the tiniest shift in perception, behavior and being will cause immense ramifications
The very idea of propagating a slight change, will be trated as an interference of an inmeasurable scale. But such is not the case, just because we feel new emotions, see new faces, experience different places, does not indicate a removal of everything one has a created, nor does it it take away from what once was. It is simply there. Routines, familiarity and the tried and true can still be present
Do not be consumed by the propensity to dread what has yet to aspire, and maintain constant trepidation. Allow the things you are not used to be a part of life, whether they be emotions, situations, happenings etc, especially when it is necessary. Being able to travel the vast array of landscape available is not a curse, nor is riding a wave takes us to new lands something to avoid.

  The abysmal threshold of accpeted behavior

Most of us have come across people who live under a rigidly constructed reality of what they allow in themselves, and more importantly, others. Those who are driven into a frenzied state of an encapsulated judge ready to strike down and use tactics of shame and fictional convictions of right and wrong to silence any expression they cannot handle. 

Those who feverently feel the need to erase any aspect of life that causes their inner core to be shaken  and invokes a slight sense of uncomfort.  Those who are the preachers of moral codes they demand everyone they come across to swear adherence to, imagining themselves to be undisputed vanguards of the petty words they tell in the pretense of truth.

Do they see slightly erratic behaviors, the sight of someone they will never comprehend, outburts of emotions they are solemnly terrified of, actions that baffle them with confusion, simply put, the slightest apperance of something they will never understand. Suddenly their vicious selves are mobilised and adorning themselves with a cloak of false intentions to stamp out anything that causes an unexpected tremor in their veins.
They have to live with a miniscule tolerance for anything that goes beyond their diminutive comprehension of how reality and life should be. Being unreasonably prudent and censorious in their demands of others, hoping for certain aspects of life and what they entail to be completely erradicated. Like an obsessive cleaning worker polishing his window for the umpteenth time, terrified of anything percieved as a spot or flaw in what he/she thinks should be unequivocally sparkling.
Thinking life should be like the job they find themselves in, where everybody has to pertain to a specific set of rules. Like a big group of people gathered under a cause, slowly but surely losing the sight of themselves under the roar of massive unified opinions and viewpoints. Anyone who holds a slight variation of sentiments, immediately banished due to the sight of an interloper being too disconcerning and threathening to the establishment that has no room to wiggle.

Those who see others as nothing more than people to be corrected, critiqued into their ideals of perfection, ridding others of any quirks and peculiarities not in ressonance with the aggressors desire to subvert. Anything that throws them slightly off kilter is seen as a justifiable reason to be consumed by wrath and anger, to enforce their will and suppress the unrefined and real aspects of the individual, only to speed up the forming of an artificial being devoid of true personality.
Those living under pious protocol, reacting with furious rage by the sight of anyone they consider a vagrant. Someone they cannot establish an easy and predictable way of communing with, someone that shatters the preconcieved notions of absolute normalicy they have grown accustomed to and worship.
This can also be applied to inter-personal relationships, we will always be surprised, baffled and confused sometimes by the motivations and incentives of others, the underlying causes of expressed behavior, what it meansand how to cope and be lax about it without engaging in needless strife and prolonged tribulations. To simply be okay with however the ones we love truly are, truly feel and to gracefully accept them, to blissfully surrender to the fact that true beauty is inherently always present. And to stop defining the flow of authentic reaction and expression and constantly limiting what we accept. Nobody should be forced to live in a cramped cubicle, where they feel smothered and lacking in space for free movement and free speech. To have others demand that the corset should always be tighter, eventually leaving no room to breathe.
Be careful not to treat others this, to eschew anything that does not fit a mold others have created. To be overtly reactive and critical to any behaviors that seems weird, unfathomable in the moment, special. Because before you know it, the person you once knew, has had his/hers fun and interesting garmenrs replaced by a boring and unremarkable uniform with no distinction or magical touch.

   Archetypes of judgement subjugated in our mind

Ever since we were brought into this world, we are served images of an imposing certainty  telling us what types of people we can trust and should without further investigation consider good and noble. 

Whether it be through the educational system, the media, entertainment, peers and other leading figures in our upbringing, we are expected to believe what kind of behavioral patterns and actions we can anticipate from someone if they fit certain stereotypical criteria.

What people we should without hesitation steer clear from, avoid at all cost without getting to know them, and who we are allowed to believe is a saint with noble and ethical merits that we should never be suspicious of. 

Such stereotypical archetypes are found scattered across the world and in our day to day environments, personalities based on image and occupation compressed into an unquestionable and unflinching status quo model where there is no room for exeption. 

We are often made to believe that certain people automatically have an established set of qualities if we are informed about a meager amount of information about them, to jump into conclusions about character and how they probably treat others.

There are those who are never held accountable for their indiscretions, due to an exterior of affalable demeanour, who escape criticism due to the position and societal environments they frolic in. While on the flipside, there are those who are automatically mitigated to being a nuisance by default, and always on the recieving end of unwarranted descriptions of hurtful words, being burdened by the weight of false and unjust characteristics simply because they do not fite a model of normality.

When having delved into life intensely, seen people from all kinds of vocations and living situations, you come to the realization that the cruel and unjust are more likely to be the people you never would have suspected in the first place. Those women and men no one would think is capable of inflicting adverse damage. It is when you see behind the facade that society and people upholds and sustains in our perception of others that you can get a clearer picture of nrtruth. 

Those who follow the status quo, are often praised as pillars of a healthy society, never the victims of unfair allegations and accusations that may shake the infallible guise they cling on to. 

It is those who exist on the outside of the periphery of invisible codes on normality who most often find themselves scrutinized and assessed without forewarning.

Those who do not fit a certain criteria expected by those who like to pride themselves as being the moral and ethical vanguards for the masses, can be expected to recieve a heap of projections of unsavory indications.
Those who walk a path different than most, live a life not predetermined by inherited value and expectations, being on the outskirts of what others consider normal and rigtheous, assocating with people others judge and instill predetermined traits ripe with scorn and contempt. Simply because they do not conform to an archetype looming in the collective subconsciouss as trustworthy and capable of great beauty.
Completely arbitrary models of fleeting impressions that are taken for granted as undeniable guidelines in our voyage through life.
We even attach principal expectations to the gender we inhabit, and when capable of operating from such a simple compass, there are those who apply the rigid conformity everywhere when just skimming the surface of an individual. Those who believe the underlying stereotypical archetypes they constantly propogate.
This is a very fine example of everything you supposedly know is wrong, that woman you deemed trustworthy and kind based on social standing, turns out to be a wicked wrench, and as such, the belief was rightfully obliterated. That man you dared not to speak to based on a rugged appearance, actually turned out to be the kindest individual you have met. That woman you cornered with a watchful eye of unscrupulous judgement because of her job, proved herself to be a stern provider of support to friends upon closer inspection. That man who resides in what most would consider shady locations, actually happened to be overflowing with grace.
Think about the perceptions you hold deep within, the instantenous reactions that have not yet been given shape to conscious words and thoughts, and circumvent the preordained notion of who we can consider to be a bright light and who cannot. The roles are often reversed in actuality.

  The unquenchable thirst 

We can find ourselves involved in manic harvesting of imagined gold, locked in a power struggle to attract the largest amounts of love, affection and experience to feed us.

Comparing and pitting ourselves up against others to be the greatest hoarders of what life and others are able to offer us. Counting the number of conquests and mountains we have climbed in haughty manner, proudly displaying the things we have been able to attract. As if partaking in an alchemical proccess to draw the essence out of encounters, and salivate it in a decadent banquet. 

Building a bunker where the distilled gold is collected, like the tombs of ancient pharaos to enrich their image and value in the eyes of others. The onlookers unaware of the fact that the the pharao was trying to fill an empty void and compensating this lack of internal fulfillment and soulful engagement with elaborated statues and rare material objects. 

When acting in manipulative ways, witholding our own truth and meaning to only recieve gifts and tokens of admiration from those we wish to have an advantage over. To place ourselves in positions of might and thus hold the specter while charging for the superficial throne room where none are allowed to visit. Where we are involved in a constantly weighing of scales, to make sure we have the most influence. Reacting with all encompasing panic and rage when brought to our knowledge that someone somewhere has been the recipient of what we have yet to furnish our lavish throne rooms with. Knowing deep inside we did not really want or need even more glittering capes to adorn our closets, but the thought sets of a trigger like a child in a toy store simply wanting whatever he cannot claim as his possesion. 

When we see life as something to own, feed us, and forget to be a soulful participant in the dance, but instead manically circumvent the natural flow to take the shape of a hungry beast swallowing all we can, and scurrying about in a frantic pace to ensure we have tasted all the delicacies on the buffett just for the heck of it, we can quickly lose track.

A convoluted bucket list of an insatiable scope scattered with trivialities that does not make our hearts and minds blaze with luminescent lightning bolts of vigor and excitement. Simply there as another expendable bracelet, ring, piece of clothing to be placed in the bunker of gold. 

There can be a tendency to lose track of our true light and joy, when everything must be gathered and felt. When having a sense of entitlement that we should be the superior aristocrats of life, and be served whatever our fleeting whims demand, we can be become dissociated from feeling the true self and core of others. When creating walls of segregation, we can become unable to function on the same wavelength and thus our mind wandering in another space being unable to truly connect and associate with what is happening. 

If sitting alone in the gaudy throne room where none are admissioned to pass, instead of a quaint country village beaming with life and festivities without imposed fixations on cast and class, we quickly become disilussioned.
When pursuing that which we do not truly need or have an innate longing for, the end results can often be felt as vapid and lacking in depth. The enigmatic sensations otherwise felt when engaging with the world, replaced by vacant emotions of a nugatory paradox. 

  Hopeless illusions

There are times when we are presented with insurmountable evidence that leads us to see something for how it really is. Stacks of documents and validations that confirm specific information about a predicament. Overwhelming evidence in the court of life that details and explains how things really are. Still, we sometimes chose to ignore and dismiss the glaring truth, in favor of hopeless illusions to    convince ourself otherwise. We might focus on that one card in the shuffle that is missing, out of 72 cards there are two missing, and the percentage of likelyhood of those two cards having any notable snippets of inluental meaning is next to null.
Probing for anything that might resemble a counter argument in a battle dismissed and shelved long ago with you being the only one still fixated on the case. When we are stuck in a self-imposed perplexity, constantly ruminating over that one meager possibility that can change an outcome, we become stuck in a circle that leaves no room for escape. 

Constantly confronted with the same valleys and trees in the merry go round, nothing changing, but our refusal to jump of causes dizzying sensations to overcome us. 

The evidence will not dissipate, and we can chose whether to finally believe the obvious answers that have been there in front of us all along, or to instead try to look the other way and hire a detective team to start an investigation with no new results to sway our opinion. The decetives not finding anything new, because there already had been an investigation. Having to pay them in tokens of time, effort, energy and life for their doomed mission where it was preordained they would find nothing.
There must be a limit, a definitive hault to entertaining draining scenarios of unlikely possibilities, especially when it does nothing but eliminate your reserved of energy that could be spent elsewhere.
Being trapped within cycles of such thinking, is also tied to an unability to let go. To accept the current circumstances of the stream that has guided you there, and being able to surmount the need for different results.
The imgination can concieve all kinds of fantasies and impose the mental image of desired results unto anything that does not jive with or feel comfortable to the soul. Sometimes we must bite the sour apple and be onay with the fact that not all truths are easy to swallow, and they do not always correspond with the ideals we might have of paragon excellence and virtue.
The path we walk is not always a road with justice, fairness and constant merry, nor should it be. The sooner we learn to accept and move on from trying to dechiper what has already been set in stone, and leave our tools of encryption behind, more possibilities of freedom and manifestation of future endeavours will ensue.
The illusory dreamscape of impossibilities can be compared to meticulously creating a castle out of sand with minimal amounts of waters, only to be moments later washed ashore by the ferocious waves. Trying to create figurnes out of thin vapor, their image dissipating after seconds.
Shifting our focus towards writing the future, instead of defeatist attempts at rewriting the past and delving in realms of desperate hopes that are incongruent with stated reality. Instead seeing the doors of actual possibilities and where we can make a difference and change, our lives will become more in allignment with an abundant cauldron that keeps on giving newfangled experience. 

  The present without bombardments of interruptions

It can be difficult to recognize when the time has come to simply tune out all thoughts and expectations of what might happen tomorrow, what we will do in a week, where we will stand in a month. The present moment being bombarded by feelings and conjectures regarding the worries we feel stifled by, the boredom we wish to terminate, the questions we ponder, the arrangement and scheduling of hours and days to come. 

Tenfolds of impression being injected into our mind, like having four songs playing at the same time, hearing three people talking to us at the same time trying to get their point across, being tasked to solve ten conondrums simultaneously. 

There are those days, moments, weeks, when we simply must let go of the need to think ahead, plan ahead and live in the comforting assurance of another day. Sometimes it is okay to let go, not permanently, but temporarily of the hustle we at times feel confined by and inclined to be submerged in. When always in the whirlpool of planning the next step, swiftly hoping to seize the next sensations that might enhance our system, thinking there is something better and more fulfilling activity to be involved in. The current moment always in a fierce battle with other possibilities, competing for your time and attention. 

The current person you spend time with in an invisible competition to others you think would elevate your senses higher. The current book or article you are reading in cast aside to chase the next one that seems more alluring. The current place you find yourself, something not entirely right about it, the restaurant next door must have the remedies to your flustered impression. 

Embroiled in a constant search to supposedly surpass what the immediate now has to offer.
When most moments is seen as a commodity, most people seen as expendable, when the only way to make smeone realize the worth of loyalty and steadfastness is a mafia bootcamp, and the only way to realize the gift of focus and contentment is a buddhist teacher in the outskirts of a hidden village in Nepal.
When engulfed in constantly darting from one thought to the next, one pice of longing to next,
We miss out on what can be described as true immersion. Being fully and totally engrossed in the stream of experience we take part of. When only gently tipping our toes into the steaming waters of a hot spring, instead of submerging and surrendering our bodies to the soothing waters, we become unable to touch the core of many things.
When there is constantly an intrusive element in your inner space, demanding to be the center of attention for a short span of time, desperately clamoring for your attention only to be replaced immediately by another. It is time to prioritize what you allow entrance into the temple, and how many visitors you have a day. When there are a constant stream of visitors, new faces, new pieces of information rolling on a conveyor belt in a hurried pace, we may lose the ability to retain any cohesive impressions. Forget the ability to enjoy, to simply see recognize quality without being interrupted by the need for quantity. Believing that the imaginary promised land of contentment and joy is to be found on another island, and upon arrival, the whispers of empty gratification carrying you elsewhere.
It is not very noble to demand and expect most things to be in accordance with the subjective ideals of paramount excellence. To have unruly high standards of what is a valuable proponent in life and in others, to never finding anyone or anything to be perfectly fine as it is, seeing little value in the different aspects of everything surrounding us. Thwarting the natural succession of events to occur with constant intervals of replacements and rapid change to satisify the magnanimous thirst for instant gratification in whatever new shape possible. We are all allowed to how our own prefferments and react differently and love and find interesting that which is subjective, but when almost nothing is considered subjectivey good enough and in need of constant replacement, its not a good sign. It is surely a good quality to thrive under chaos, think of exciting plans and goals for the future, but when feeling unable to be in the present because of constant interceptions, just calm down quite frankly. 

    Sordid assumptions of the unknown 

There are those that instill all sorts of presumptuous qualities in those they encounter,
Assigning them qualities and attributes based on their own fearful perception of the world and of others. Where they see others as the bad wolf, and liking themselves to be a pure and innocent lamb, living in a world where no one can match the supposed kindness and grace they believe themselves to be in possesion of.
Some people are quick to discard others as the image they have meticulously pieced together in an instant, never seeing beyond their own limited imagination of characters they instignate immediately after an encounter. Clamoring to the false idea that no one can be as good and honorable as they believe themselves to be. Never giving anyone a chance to usurp the imaginary unrivaled throne of astonishing attributes.
They might percieve others to have ulterior motives, ill intent, a core filled with nightmarish ghouls and monsters always lurking and waiting to have a bite of the perfection that is them. While they have such high opinions of themselves, and lowly of others, they still clamor on the illusion that they are fundementally good people in a dangerous world.
Never crossing their mind that their own perception of others is inherently morbid and unjustified.
 Instilling qualities unto others that arent there, painting a false image, a complete forgery of the truth, a hoax of unrbidled scope, isnt a very kind thing to do. Nor does it diminish the true core of another being. Engaging in such thinking doesnt place you on the top of a pecking order of good people, the ones you deem bad growling and begging to be a part of your self-proclaimed angelic presence.

There are of course those we may have gotten close to, who we no longer desire to engage with due to a myriad of causes and reasons, but there is a difference between being squeamish at the mere sight of a percieved flaw in those you have yet to know.
Being mistakenly identified as a crook, a thief, a miser by strangers, is never a good thing. So we can ask ourselves, who is in the wrong, the person who jumped to conclusions about a stranger and labelled them as something unworthy of praise immediately, or the one who was judged.
The answer is obvious. In the end it is the torch-bearer of constant fear and assumptions that ends up suffering, building brick walls of unparalleled heights to keep him/herself safe from the gruelling ghosts outside. Never allowing anyone a chance to show their true colors, because an imaginary wolf is only out there to decieve and trick people. Never letting go of the ordained first impression, vehemently refusing to get to know others on a more intimate basis, believing only suffering to be in store should they give others a chance.
These people vividly ingrain all the bad ideas they can conjure to others, reducing them to the lowliest of beings in a matter of minutes. Seeing the world as a place filled with demons who have spawned from hell. Maybe they should take a look at themselves, and begin to question whether such viewpoints are fair, just and congruent, or just plain, basic and boring musings of a terrified mice afraid of its own shadows. 

     Misunderstandings of undeliberate hurt

Sometimes we dont know how others are going to react to what we say, do or confer.

It can be easy to jump into conclusion and believe that others might mean deliberate harm upon us when we react with hurt to something that have been said or done, maybe even neglected. 

When having the mindset that anything that causes us hurt, no matter how trivial or inconsequential. As if it was a planned strike from the person we feel wronged by, we allow little room around ourself, and it can force others to feel as if they have to be incredibly careful around us. 

We cannot calculate the reactions and inner dealings of those around us at all times, and be hyper vigilant never to cause any upsets, because it diminishes the natural flow of expression. 

If newry everything someone close to you says or does causes an inner version, a negative reaction, the solution doesnt lie in expecting him/her to constantly be alert. 

To use constant foresight and consider every possible outcome of words or actions is a tiring expectation to place upon someone. 

Maybe the solution lies in recognizing that there is innocence and that others do not mean harm.

Sometimes just being ourself does cause strife and conflict, but that does not mean there is ill intent behind every frivolous and un-filtered move. 

It is difficult to have a clear look of how the future might unfold, and how our actions influence and affect others. When stuck in lanes of projection that others willfully cause deliberate hurt behind every vague and indistinct action, it is easy to become scornful and lash out words of retalliation by the percieved slight.

Easy to be filled with anger and resentment when we allow ourself succumb to rash conclusions about the motives of others. Sometimes we simply have no idea of the ramifications and minor upsets we have caused, but when we do have ill intent, we remember it as shameful.

The road to forgiveness is also paved with letting go of assumptions and overlaying our own image of the situation and seeing it as faultless truth with no opportunity for others to object. 

Sometimes words such as I didnt mean to hurt you, or I didnt know it would affect you this much, are actually true. Despite the fixed opinion that there must have been malignant intent behind the spur of the actions. 

If we knew how our being would affect all things at all times, whether it be met with applauding recognition or cheeks turning, no one would dare to do anything or day anything.

Living in fear of how it was percieved and processed.
Sooner or later the skeletal remains of unlived possibilities will be found, due to the propensity to always remain within the book. The sight of an abandonned castle, where the action had already taken place milleniums ago, the time spent devising how to appropriately dress and look, instead of actually being there. 

Learn to let go of your own supposed knowing of the inner workings of others and what goes on inside their mind, and simply be honest and ask direct question instead.

Be the inquirer of open communication if left in doubt, but do not jump to conclusions so readily. Sometimes we actually do not know. And misunderstandings do occur in the vein of open and secret hurts, but when we know that it may not always be intentional, we also are quicker to move on.

        Futile recollections of a faded past

Learning to let go of the memories, the people, the scenes we once were so accustomed to of our past,
Is not only necessary, it is inevitable. When images of the past, are always at front display in the window of our mind, it obscures the current situations from being felt and seen clearly.
Moments of the past coloring the inner landscape, our assumptions, our cravings, our expectations and outlook.
When unable to forget, to leave behind that which once was, it can subtly influence how we percieve most things around us. Seeing things with the same filter of shades and thus not allowing new impulses accordingly. When what we once were used to, is what we come to expect because we cling to the ideas of how things once were, we are not allowing room for new truth to be unveiled and felt.
The new places we go, different people we meet, always being compared and overshadowed by the memories that no longer serve any purpose.
Jaded and ignorant of new ventures and people as they truly are, because our mind is so focused on delving in the past of what was, we cannot operate with crystal clarity in the present. When the mind is stuck in another timezone, refusing to function in the present. We might be sleeping while those around us awake, and vice versa.
If the mind and thoughts are never truly present to the now, it can feel like there is a smokescreen gushing out mist of confusion. If we are unable to see the present as it is, without ignorant discrimination of how we believe it to be based on selective grooming from bygone days, we remain stuck in past indignations.
Images, sensations and emotions of the past overlaying the sights before you, causes our vision to be blurred and unclear. When several images are stacked on top of each other, all with a faint and transparent hue, what we are truly experiencing becomes muddled and like a seizure inducing sore to the eyes.
When unable to allow past hurts to fade, past slights, past misunderstandings and past bitterness,
We carry it with us unwittingly to most places we go.
It does not always matter whether the memories were of joy or of sadness, if we are never able to walk life with a clean pair of socks, the stains will eventually start to bother you and cause plenty of funky smells every step you take.
If you never relieve your backpack of its items and weight, carrying all the trinkets and item you have found along the road with you, the load will surely weigh you down.
The same can be said of memories and attachments to the past, never clearing any mental space causes the backpack to be filled to the brim, eventually bursting, if proper proper maintenance doesnt take place.
When we believe ourselves to have seen enough, felt enough, known enough, touched enough, experienced enough, we become oblivious to the fact that no hill of grass is the same, no two snowflakes ever being identical, no flowers growing with the same patterns.
It only feels familiar and known, because we infuse past impressions unto that which is in fact entirely different.

   Creativity applied to life

Being creative with life may seem like a daunting task. To see exciting oppourtunity in the world around you, uncharted possibilities of life in th most unlikely of circumstance.
To craft creativity in your surroundings, and to encourage others to take part in the unlikely scenarios you have submitted. Building something new in the sand of imagination, with only your own hands and water as tools, and to execute the fresh idea in spunky ways.
Recognizing that most events can be rejuvenated, uplifted and soar when applying some thoughtful effort and being open to random impulses.
Like drawings on a paper, your inner mind seeing creative ways to instill something new and novel experiences where you might find yourself.
There is always an untold number of ways life before you might pan out, depending on how you chose to interact and communicate with what stands in front of you.
Will you go through life, only applying a very distinct tone of yellow to every hour of the day, or do you have the bold drive to actually open a coloring box with thousands of colors you are now presented to use freely.
When blocking the mind from seeing different options of traversing the world, only glorifying that which we are used to, without allow a tinge of novelty to enter into the picture.
Life can quickly become monotonous and lacking in vibrancy and spark.
When we dare to at times see life as a blank paper, inviting and pleading us to make an image we find interesting and unique, we can also use the same metaphor in day to day life.
Rarely are things set in stone, no definitive answer to what the carnival will show us next.
Being creative with life also means putting yourself in situations and places where the possible outfome and course of action is totally obscured and unknown to you.
As when part of a dance, thinking of new ways to move your body, different steps to make yourself twist in mezmerizing ways, unexpected trinities of patterns your body instinctually makes when uninhibited by inner judgement and fear.
When seeing the world around is like a composer, paving the way with new notes strung together in fresh vibrancy. Experimenting with different sounds, tunes and melodies, not being fearful of the different feelings and sensations we have orchestrated. Simply being okay with the song we yet cannot comprehend.
Or a writer, finding ways to make the plot more intriguing, presenting sudden twists and turns, revelations and sentiments. The writer actively thinking of ways to infuse the book with appeal and a special touch.
It is possibly to apply such concepts to simply living. The waking life, where the past had already been made, the future always in an effervescent state waiting to be creatively manifested.
When stuck in morbid ruts of complacency and indifference, bring out the creative aspects latent within. If the mind can concieve of something, it can also most likely be done.
If you are content, then that is allright, but when knowing that things have become too much of a routine and it feels limiting to the expansion of the soul and experience, bring out the creative creator.

   The perils of fate

Being aware of the fact that your words, actions can change your life in matter of hours.
Who we spend time with, what path we walk. Misconstrued words, nagging thoughts in a fleeting moment, irrational deeds commited in a rushed haste.
We are the constructers of our fate, and sometimes we wish our self undoing could have been avoided. To be aware of the fact that, a mistake committed, is enough to drastically turn your reality upside down. Enough to never see a person again, to never move in the same ballots.
We rarely know how our deeds will affect someone, if they are someone quickly to forget and move on, or if they are naturally people who latch on to hurts and slights.
When there is manic confusion within oneself, conflicted affections, contradictory views about a situation, a constant weighing of snippets back and forth. Unable to reach a conclusive answer.
The best thing can be in-action. To not be such an imposing force on the fate and path you carve in front of you. To not allow the willfull voice within, begging for a matter to he swiftly resolved, have its way. To allow your own surroundings instead, to offer solutions and answers. To sit back, patiently wait, and go on about your own business, without diving in head first and tackle the dilemma you are faced with.
There is something to be said about always feeling the need to exert ones power of influence in life, to consciously steer the outcome of the future in a very specific direction.
Instead of allowing others to be a part of the creation, the unfolding and options of fates.
To be trusting enough of the fact that you dont always have to do something about the matters at hand, there is equal shares and options to be divided, and the solutions and words of others are at times way better than the ones initially proposed by yourself.
Recognize the fact that silence is at times golden, that passivity is okay, even though others have come to expect you to be a harbinger of constant influx.
See the wisdom in time, the benefits of not engaging needlessly.
When knowing that the slightest words can cause the greatest shifts, resign your own need to dominate the future, and let the universe slowly show the path, guided by others.
Fate can go in many directions, so be careful when settling upon a fixed path. It may not be as pleasant as you think. Wait for someone to grab your hand, and then walk with them instead, on the path they have chosen as rightful.

     The crocodile critic

There is an obvious line between being critical, analyzing and pondering the negatives of an ideology, a movie, music, point of views, ethics, standards and work, and an individual.
When you start to attack or scrutinize someones character, who they naturally are, their authentic way of being and living, you begin to enter the realm of masochism.
If you find it difficult to see the awesome and beautiful in the true soul of a friend, lover etc, and always revolve your words around what is wrong with them, and how they should be or act,
Maybe you dont deserve the company of that person.
If the main component of a relationship is seeing supposed flaws and faults in someones personality and presentation, it is time to question why you feel such an ardent necessity to pick someone apart.
To manage and encourage that they should be someone they never have been and never will be,
To act like a sculptor with a chisel that chips away the parts of a person they dont have the capacity to find charming and loveable,
To be like a painter wanting to erase and recreate the structure of the subject in front of them.

There is a huge difference of being skeptical towards ideas, products, likes and dislikes, work, society, politics, philosophy, trends and the likes and those close in your life.
When you cant make the seperation, and the usually critical voice is cast upon the personality and inherent soul of those in your life, the time has come to transmute your limited perceptions of grace and beauty.
People are who they are, always, and this post is meant as a reminder to recgonize where it can be right to be overtly critical, and where it isnt always right.

    Dont make the black cloud your best friend

When never able to see the silver lining, the potential good and rewarding that comes from possibly draining and tiresome efforts and situations, we are rarely able to go to that destination we crave for.
When the mind is always fixated upon the things you deem unpleasant, tiresome, straining, not jiving with what you wish you were doing.
It becomes difficult to mitigate the current spot you find yourself in and focus on what you deem attractive components on life.
If the supposedly bad is all you can see, it can remain as a dark cloud that is prolonged and overwelcomes it stays even when finding yourself in the most amazing circumstance and dreamy happenings. There can be a tendency to make such states a tiresome companion wherever you go. 
It can be difficult to see the end results of an action when being caught in it and thus unable to see the woods for the trees, there can be a tendency to dwell and remain stuck in an unfortunate stat of mind.
If you only expect sorrows for the future, only see mishaps in the present, only recognize faults in the past, surely, nothing but hopelessness remains.
If you dont see the silver lining, the potential of what awaits, the necessity of clumsy actions and words, and believe that good is never within reach, the mind pollutes many moments from being felt with fervor and glee.
The pollution is not always as easy to cough out as one might think, when one is accustomed to it and barely reacts to its detrimental effects anymore.
Few moments are transformed into pleasantries, few meetings transformed into mutual ease and pleasure and few situations of a kind smell feel welcoming when the mind is used to delving in a dark cave.
When always anticipating that something unfortunate might happen,
When always waiting for your fears to be realized,
Believing that the outcome of most happenings will result in a potentially sorrow-ladden future,
It quickly becomes difficult to enjoy anything at all.
So dont allow that fear in less desirable moments follow you elsewhere, it is still fear in its primordial  form. The future is never an absolute certainity, it is always flowing and changing, and no one can truly predict it. So dont walk around with fatalistic predictions for the present and future,
Replace it with whatever makes you feel less burdened, stressed out, less afraid.
Find the remedy, and drink the organic juice.
Know when to drop all minor annoyances, all stifling trivialities, all annoying doubts and fears, to stop imagining everything that could go wrong,
And just let life speak for itself without interruption.

         Being yourself:

We all hear simple quotes such as being yourself readily spoken by many, as if the self is a fixed operative that reacts and thinks in the same way no matter the situation and people you come across.
The self is in constant motion, always riding a wave of new water, not isolated, but in the company of others.
Some we might feel more comfortable saying whatever pops up into our mind, while with others we use more tact and precision before allowing the consciouss words to be spoken.
Being yourself, in a sense means not over-regulating, not halting the natural reactions and emotions you have when dancing with life. Not second guessing your own responses to ideas, people, places and the impressions they naturally have on you.
We are our authentic self in all moments in a sense.. Whether it be reserved or outgoing, our natural reaction and instinct is not something that can be taken away from us, and thus, we are always ourselves every step we take.
To not block our own intuition and foresight, that which offers us information unique to ourself. 
Not denying yourself of welcoming of the new and unexpected, due to the fear of how it can impact you and make you respond. To build walls to block what you consider undesireable aspects of yourself from appearing. To be okay with how you feel and act, without scrutiny and over analyzing.
Meaning if you feel tired at work, you do not fight your own state, fight with it feverently until it has been replaced with an emotion that you believe would be more fitting to the situation at hand.
Being yourself means if found in company you feel shy, you recognize that sensation as being okay, trusting your inner self enough to accept that moment.
Not to thrust the focus excessively inwards, whipping yourself for not operating in a state you deem more correct by a nagging voice that tells you what is more appropriate.
If in company of a person of special importance to you, allowing your authentic states to shine through, reflected in the mood, actions, feelings and words without modification and objection to the flow of oneself.

If this applies to oneself, then it also applies to others. Do not act discrimminatory to the reactions of others, how they feel, percieve and express themselves in regards to you and others.
Do not play the game of he should have felt that way, reacted this way, spoken those words,
Done that instead of this.
If something causes an aversion in you, an attraction, glee or contempt, just go with the flow of it all.
We are all involved in the mixing of elixirs and potions, one substance reacting to another.
Being part of the alchemy of life, searching for the different flavors and recipes resulting in constant experimentation and wonder.
What works well, how much spice is too much, when is there enough sugar in the bowl, we all react differently to the process and the results.
If the inner voice tells you to be tactful, vary, discreet and cautious, do not block the message from being recieved. All aspects of ourselves, are part of us, like a tree, no branches and leaves shall be circumsized and forced to die,
Some branches naturally wither, some leaves fall off before entering fall, but to grab a saw at every occassion and cut off the branches and leaves every day, is bound to leave the tree in a sorry state. Let yourself, just like nature and the signs they offer, be the guide.
Do not be stuck in worrying about the perceptions of others, how they react to what you bring into the world,  trust that your inner knowledge of what is good and beautiful and appropriate, is bountiful due to the life you have accumulated.

     Real trumps Fake

You should not feel the need to feign your own interests, likes, opinions and perspective for others.
If you dont like a specific person, you can accept that fact without engaging in an inner battle.
If you dont have an interest in certain topics, its okay to lack interest without telling oneself one should enjoy the content.
If  something doesnt capture the mind and the body, just let the mind and body be at peace with that.
Be at peace with natural instincts, thoughts, emotions and behaviors.
When the outer persona, never matches and acts in harmony with what goes on inside,
It can cause great stress and turmoil to the self.
When we feel the need to project ourself in ways that contradict who we truly are,
Wen we feel the need to speak words and engage in actions that we deep inside know are false to who we really are, and fails to elevate us.
When we try to enforce strict rules and regulations of how our emotions should be like,
How we should act in certain situations based on percieved expectations, that do not match how we naturally are.
Do not be caught in a life where you feel like you have to pretend around every corner.
When our natural, genuine, authetnic being is so lost, so hard to grab a hold of, that everything we do is nothing more than a projection of how we think we should be.
When fake words become the norm, when disingenous smiles is all we can muster, when half-assed actions is all we dare to do.
When what we truly like, who we truly are, how we truly feel, is always kept inside, afraid to be allowed natural and genuine expression,
We lose track of everything that is real.
Its okay to excuse yourself from situations you do not like,
Okay to cordially disengage with those you do not feel happy around,
Its okay to respectfully say ones true words and meanings,
And most importantly, it is okay to recognize what makes you happy, and what doesnt.
Okay to recognize and honor what you do like, and to be fortright with what you dont.
To take those things seriously, to listen to the soul and what our needs and wants are,
To honor those we love, and that which we love.

Of course, everything is situational, no two moments ever being the same, and we might like on thing  in one person we cant stand in another. Just go with the flow without overthinking your own nature running its course. Everything has consequences of course, and your actions and words will have some form of impact. So the situational principle and reacting in various ways accordingly, is okay. Do what feels natural and authentic as the moment and situations present themselves. If it reflects the true reaction and sensations in that moment.
Just be aware of the fact when your inner authenticity and natural self seems to be slipping away in a maze of could, should and would. Do not believe that fakeness should be the principle, when realness should be your guide. Just remember to respect the freedom and liberty of others, and that of yourself.
When your likes involves robbing others of their genuine self, putting others in chains of restriction and robbing their life of its adventures and gifts. Then some regulations are in order, for your own good and others. If your life is a never ending crusade to kill the joy and the spirit of liveliness in others, Heavy modificaton must take place.
Be yourself, and let others be as well.

     Losing sovereignity

When you yearn so desperately for others to see you in a good light,
Nothing more important than the approval and faultless recpetion others might have of you.
It is time to start asking question.
When always trying to convey a good image, a happy life, a successful home, a grand bank account, a myriad of friends and associates, a super hectic schedule, and being hellbent on letting everybody know just how well you master this thing called life, you might not have so much mastery after all.
Always reminding others of how much you have accumulated, exhibiting your possesions and wealth like a trophy child to gather the applause from those you encounter.
Their supposed admiration, respect and awe being the sole reason or existing.
Always keeping a so called perfect facade, never letting anyone see past the rigidly constructed exterior you devote all your time and energy to manage.
Never doing, saying or acting in ways that you think might garner dissaproval, that goes slightly outside of the invisible prison of normality, standards and appropriateness.
Never daring to loosen up, because some might talk the next day,
Never daring to wear a flamboyant piece of clothing, due to the fear of being seen as over the top,
Never saying anything shocking, because others might react,
Never doing anything unexpected, that would drive you into a frenzied scare of the unknown and the unknown you like to keep at bay,
Never going off the heavily trodden path, scared that others might leave you,
Never allowing anyone a glimmer of your true emotions, that would sacrifice others well established and fixed opinion of you.

Those that whimpishly mold themselves, create themselves, build themselves, to please the eyes of the onlooker and associates. Those that sheepishly follow unspoken rules of behavior and thought, terrified of slightly showing any independent or creative aspects.
The perception of others being more important than their own happines, the happines they can contribute to others, the memories and moments spent with loved ones, such is not important unless it can be shared and admired by some. The realness of life shut down, a pathetic book or ideals of superiority, deciding their every step.
Scares of following own joy, what truly elevates them, what they really want, scared of living, scared of dying, scared of anything that goes beyond, their mind being like a narrowly defined street where they can never take unexpexted turns.
If a picture perfect state of life, written by the societal underlying expectations others strive for is seen as the golden rule, the indisputable truth, the only thing you deem correct.
You might want to reconsider, to eveluate if it really is so great after all.
A prison comes in many forms, and being a slave to the approval, good thoughts and words, and thumbs up of others is the only thing you allow yourself to exentuate and propogate in your life.
You might want to start searching for a key.

    Make your own truth come true

We all have dreams, wishes, hopes and aspirations in varying degrees and how they might look like.
When speaking of dreams,
Societal rules has indoctrinated us to believe they must revolve around career, financial matters, success, climbing the corporate ladder. If one cares little of such things, others might believe one is devoid and lacking in dreams and ambitions, nothing the individual wants to manifest into reality,
No true desires beating within their hearts.
Such is not the case, we all have an inner mind, where certain things are highlighted and shine brighter than others. Some are always at the front row in a theater, making them extra apparent and distinguishable. Seeing the clear outline, wanting to touch the luminous hopes that we hope to materiallize. Feel with all senses, expereince, know, see and touch.
We can have 10 most glowing wishes, not defined by an order of how much we want them to come true. While for others, there is one yearning hope, one or two specific goals their inner being cant seem to ignore.
The dreams that are too beautiful to be denied, that which our focus always reverts back to, teasing and tantalizing us with its grand appeal and charisma. A light so bright, it is even found in the pitch black woods late at night, its glow always luring us to chase it.
No one should be denied their right to chase their dreams, whether they take the form of a person, a desire for a partner, a desire for a best friend, a desire for harmony and love, a desire for talent, a desire for the perfect house, a desire to unwind and relax, a desire to eat good food, a desire to innovate, a desire to be ones authentic self, a desire to travel.
Unless of course it involves inflicting pain and hurting others, that goes without saying. A therapist is then in order.
The hopes are never defineable or easily explained by rationality and logic, or something that should be dismayed as mere trivialities.
What we long for, is always important, always something to recognize and engage with. That would kill our drive, our reason to live, and is much like senpoku, because without it, we strive for nothing, work for nothing, persevere for nothing, fight for nothing. without the glowing lights within, we become a dark alleyway where only drunkards go to piss. Our soul knows what it truly wants, and the soul makes those things dance gracefully in our mind, as if part of a grand ballett. Do not let others tell you how your hopes should look like, what actions to take, and be dictates by what others see as appropriate for you.
Our wishes can sometimes be stability, longevity, as I said earlier, it can also be states of mind, unions where something specific comes to fruition.
The dreams on the front row, are always in fluctuation and constant movement, changing seasonly and perhaps eclipsed by a new beaming thought in moments of reallization of what we truly want.
We can regulate and modify our wishes, see the reality of our lives, and what is within our reach as possibilities to occur, striving and longing for the impossible we subconsciously know is lightyears beyond our reach, can be seen as foolish. Perhaps when dreaming of the impossible, it is a safe haven, an excuse to go not after what is actually possible. Because the courage may be lacking,
Or the the hopes simply are not burning bright enough,
The dreams something we can easily contain due to the flames lacking in intnsity. A small match, instead of a grand fire.
It is the intensity of the wishes that dictate our moves, how we walk and where. Is it strong enough, the inner willpower will easily get there
Some are easier to obtain, others require more effort, but nonetheless, equally valid. Sometimes they are not realistic or meant to happen, then it is wise to shift our focus elsewhere.
Nor are they always how we imagined, thus one must remember to be flexible, not too rigid and stern in the fixed expectations, to sometimes be vague of how we see things. And to accept them as they come, and still be grateful and appreciative that we were surprised or swept into different states and moments.

    Intimacy is Divine

Daring to be close to those special in your life,
Not taking their presence and unique light for granted.
Those who see others as mere instruments of temporary gratification, whether it be through amusement, reckless fun, pleasure, laughter, support, an unfulfilled need. To have others be an active part of their life only when satisfying shallow needs and wants.
Readily to be cast aside and forgotten when the individual no longer serves them the food they selfishly craved.
Such people are superficial, they do not see the value and glowing beauty of promises, longevity, commitment, lasting resolutions, unbreakable bonds and graceful acceptance of others.
Their faces turn scornful, judgemental and haughty by the first sign of essential truth in others,
Sadness being a state they resist in others, the first presence of gloom and insecurity makes them pack their bags and run, a single mistake enough to justify withdrawal, grumpiness and frustration not something they ever want to understand the reason for in others.
Once the shallow souls see such traits in friends, lovers, aquaintances, confidants or whatever it may be, they deem themselves far above such states, experiencing so called less desirable facets of others makes them run for the hills.
Hoping that on such a hill, they can find more jovial, fun, thrilling people to entertain them briefly,
But once the people they see as toys no longer are of amusement, they put them in a black box and bring forth the locks, tossing the key in a faraway ocean.
Such childish people never truly cared for those present in their lives, they simply had a vague purpose to fulfill, knowing deep down that the only person they truly care, is themselves, being so enamored and in love with themselves, that they have no room to love others.
Others only being toys to keep the preoccupied in moments of boredom, in moments where they seek company, in moments where they feel in need of some gratification.
Daring to be close to someone, means seeing they are intrinsically worthy, loveable, perfect,
Even when they might cause irritations and inconveniences to your life.
To stick by them, work through challenges and disagreements, even when they become slightly heavy to bear.
To see their light, even when caught in despair and grieveances, to dig deeper, and try to offer support and understanding, even when they act unreasonable and confusing.
That is not taking someone for granted, that is appreciating their soul and the gift of their unique presence.
Knowing that feeling overlooked, ignored, underappreciated, forgotten and used, is enough to make someone ignore your calls. To not reply to the invitatjon when the user wants a quick laugh or fill the slot in a chair and to not only be a mere pawn to fill the space at a party.
Their presence made to feel unsignificant, unimportant, unless they only display emotions and behaviors the user enjoys.
Did the user ever move past the superficial, the surface levels, the initial impression, or did the user never want to in the first place.
Do not take those you love for granted, because the status of a user is not honorable nor something to be proud of. Free will rules, use it with tact and grace.

  The hopeless puppeteer

Having the desire that life should be like a pathetic puppet theater where those close to you act according to your whims and wishes, is a complete travesty.
The secret longing that those in your life should be mere spectators, encouraging your every move, giving applause for every mistake, to never be in opposition to how you imagine life should play out.
Those who wish to have the role as a puppetmaster,
Nudging the strings of those attached to his/her fingers, while overlooking with watchful and discriminatory eyes how the play unfolds. Carefully planning and orchestrating the moves of those around them to always result in instant gratification for the puppeteer.
Never allowing the creativity, free will, individuality and actions of those around him/her, to be an integral part of the equation.
Not seeing the beauty in surprises, not seeing the joy of the unexpected, not encouraging others to think and live in accordance with the beauty of their core, not trusting anyone to take charge and direction, not appreciating the opinions and values of others as special.
To the person with such a mindset, life is undoubtedly doomed to be boring, uneventful, predictable, straining and filled with nothing but the totally expected, because the unexpected is not allowed entrance into the personal sphere of said person.
The bubble is filled with restrictions, not allowing any room for change and growth, having resorted to building a weak fort, fiercely guarding against anything that might come as a challenge or call for spontaneity.
Being so callous and rigid in his/hers approach to life, that a single form of rebellion and freedom in others, is enough to break the seemingly strong branches attached to the tree. Where the unexpected actions and words of those close, throws the puppeteer into a raging toddler demanding that the puppets be arranged as he wishes.
That the puppets should wear the clothes deemed appropriate to the toddler, that the puppets should sing the hymns and praises of devotion to his plans and desires, that the puppets should only be allowed to recite the poorly written scripts assigned to them, and to never leave the strings attached to his fingers, and go out on explorations and adventures on their own. To always remained chained to the small stage, never veering in another direction. A steel grip of desperation on reality, a sad howl of repressed entitlement.
The toddler not seeing that the puppets he believed he had dominion over, always were free, while he/she was enslaved to the ideal of a reality he could control.
Allow freedom, allow the creative spark in others, love and always be to the best of your own abilties to inspire kindness and joy.

  Authenticity liberates

Appreciating the people, moments, places, situations that allow your authentic self to shine through.
Where different aspects of your inner being, are allowd to have free expression,
Without constant modification, adjustements and restrictions.
The authentic self always longs to break free, the uninhibited and lively parts of ourself, that is allowed to be shown, felt and known by those you feel are recipients and welcoming to who you really are.
We often have to put on the behavior expected and required of us to fit in with certain people and groups. If that behavior is breached, and a crossing which resulted in inner aspects of yourself to appear that some might deem innapproriate, we quickly have to make an adjustement.
There are also those we allow some true aspects of ourself be known, while witholding others,
And that is fine as well. We cannot live out all parts of ourself in all moments and places,
And some find outlet at certain times, while others lay dormant, and remains unexpressed with certain people due to not sensing it to be the right person or time,
But there is still that part of yourself that feels unfulfilled perhaps. Although we should strive to be as authentic as possible, to let our natural instincts and words to reflect ourselves at most times, such is not always possible, however.
There are those we can find, surround ourselves with, where such adjustements are not necessary,
Where you can live as much as you like, love the way you truly love, dance the way you dance when alone, speak the words you seldom share, and let the true emotions that arise within be known.

Fnding those precious people, where the authenticity and the realness within you and them shine brightly and unhinged by the locks one normally places on the self.
Is worth more than all the diamonds and jewels in the world.
In the company and celebration of joy where the inner and outer self is always rejoicing,
Feeling like it has finally found a home it is truly comfortable in.
I believe it to be important to validate, appreciate and love any opportunity and person, that allows you such splendid freedom, those that see the full complicated spectrum of yourself, and wants to be an active participant in your life and you in theirs. Having seen the colors of your soul reflected in the water and finds it to be worthy of love and acceptance.
There are always varying degrees of how much we show, what we show, what we hide and conceal, and how we show it. To most, it is relatively dimmed, perhaps somewhat calculated and formulaic,
Although moments of realness can always take place, and it always does unintentionally,
That is important to recognize.
Being stuck with people and situations where the authentic self never truly comes to light,
Where one has to be tactful and deliberate, can be truly crippling in every way possible for the self.
To walk through life, never letting anyone see the feathers that a proud and colorful peacock might display. Always feeling the need to resteict the self, believing the feathers on its back to be a nuisance, shameful, and not worthy of an exhibit.
There are perhaps few we dare to show the deepest self, the most exuberant self, the saddest self, those we can show ourselves naked and bold to.
When they do appear, love life for giving you such a opportunity, love them. For such can be a rare occurence. Those unique allignments with others where one or more can be free, those rare places where a sense of total peace and bliss, permiates through every step.
Permission, surrender and flow, where your freedom to be authentic is not situational.

   Zealous determination

The vitality, passion, driv, vigor and lust for life.
To be ready, wake up in the morning, feeling energized enough to start the day, to keep the flow of good going. Being in shape, fit, happy, sound and content, to do the things necessary to exist and live.
When having fun, that is enough reward in itself, because joy spread is contagious, it inspires, elevates and gives life to those you encounter.

So make sure, something may pop up unexpectedly, and if you are stuck on feeling low on energies, low on spirits, you will probably decline because of your own state of body and mind. A chanche to share something together lost, because of not being prepared for life and making the right preparations and activities and work.
You miss out, when never feeling ready, the body not being fit enough to give you an extra boost to go out there, the mind not being healthy enough to recieve joy and share joy.

The descent to laziness, complacency, just plain meh and whatever, is never too far off. Do not be restricted by age, presumptions, ideals and concrete thoughts to hinder yourself from anything. Those are mental blocks, and at the end of the day, the bring no good and only serve to limit your own and others life experience. Live, do not think living is only granted to some that fit certain criteria, and life is denied to those who do not match those exactly. Life is right in front of you, and it is there to be experienced by all, the limitations and heavy chains can only exist if you allow them to. Life might call you, ring your phone, send you an invitation, will you respond or deny because of your own inaptitude to strive and believe in miracles. Be ready.

You have seen those without drive for tomorrow, the next week, and the vibes they give, pray and wish them the best, because a part of them has given up on thinking they are capable of living a full and active life, and shutting themselves out from blissful intercourses and the actions and measures necessary to have them.
The may have lost the lust for life, the inner zeal that compels them to take action. Isolating themselves from others, afraid of what might happen, how others will respond and bow they will feel. 
Such isloation is never healthy, and being afraid of life and the natural wheel that keeps on spinning with or without you, is a real shame.
Imagine being put in solitary confinement for 5 years, without interactions of any meaning and growth, just a stale existence of confinement. Outside of this cell, life is happening, people are experincing all kinds of different sensations being born. Imagine being set free, and listening to stories you were never a part of, seeing change and growth in others, but not yourself. 

Being enamored with others, life and what it has to offer, is always a good thing. Just think of the great vibes that comes from throwing a party, the host creates a stream and intent, and is sure to be invited to other parties afterwards. Because his hospility allowed others and himself to laugh and enjoy. Being happy, is not something one must strive for, it is already there, and once we make that choice, instead of leaving ourselves in a crippling mood, the flow will resume, and the cauldron is wide open. Only you yourself know what those wishes and needs are, allow them to be, and treat yourself and others nice and with equal respect in the process. 

  Application of all 49 senses

Being in the presence of what feels real. The things and people standing right in front of you, feeling with all 49 senses, being in the moment you are lucky enough to experience.
Showing gratitude for the true experiences, the true meetings of souls in the great river.
The realness you are partaking in, the sensations that arise when being in the presence of another.

Not a still image behind a screen, not a pre-recorded video hiding between millions of pixels, not the celebrity that might appeal to you, not the people behind a myriad of invisible walls. When all the walls break, nothing in between, no distance too great, no hurdles too large.
Having climbed the mountain, and sharing the view while holding hands.

Not Being trapped in a world of smokey mirrors, illusions created before you, trying to masquerade themselves as valid, better and more significant than what is living, breathing, speaking, touching and feeling. The living is the significant, the moments shared between the living. In this computerized world, it can be easy to loose track, to have your gaze stolen, attention and time, by something that doesnt feel and live, an innanimate object devoid of a soul created by a factory. The pixels, the people projected unto them, will not come alive ready to be touched and felt by you.

Life in its true form, exhilerated, blossoming, with their wings spread ready to live, to walk the miles, and share the moments and create the vivid memories. That is life.