Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Lost and Found

Lost and found

There are a lot of things I have going on in my head all of the time.
It’s one of my problems I don’t stop thinking ever. I don’t know how people do it just not think of anything and empty their mind. It’s even a problem for me when I attempt to meditate.

Now I don’t do this in a traditional means so you may not realize I’m in the middle of some meditation if you see me. Maybe that’s why I have some trouble in this area. I am able to see things more clearly after my version of meditation and often find the answers or at least a path to go on, which is the point really, right? I think it is who knows I may be wrong which seems to be the case with most things anyway.

So I’m lost but I’m not. At least not at the moment, if any of that makes any sense.

I think I’ve just lost momentum and perhaps I’m in a ritualistic phase where you get bogged down in the process of how rather than moving toward the goal. Which isn’t entirely accurate either, I’m more in first gear of the movement thing and my ritual phase is already coasting in a high gear and is more or less working the way it should be. The motion part is still trying to catch up which it will I just have to give it time.

In other news I have nearly removed my self from the bigger issue and I still don’t see where this is a good idea it’s still on the scale of a googolplex of stupidity. There is a lot of betrayal in there and that is where removing the self from the issue becomes tricky.

Well I see the train is still mustering steam and the steel wheels are spinning on the rails trying to catch even the slightest friction to start moving. Never watch the movie office space when you are in a funk about your job. Yes I know it is a great movie and it has Jennifer Aniston (insert heavenly awe music), and it just is a classic in many ways. However not the thing to watch when you hate your job, it sucks your will to live and makes it harder to not drag malfunctioning equipment to a field and have it beaten to death with ball bats. The train is still there; I’m getting on and seeing if we, Casey Jones and I, can’t get this sucker rolling on down the tracks.

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

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