Food For Thought

           Life is full of many little steps. Steps which may take us to places we'd never thought we'd go, places we never wanted to go, and places we've never even dreamed we'd go. It is never an easy process, nor is it ever quick. It can take every last ounce of will, soul, and internal energy we think we have left. Sometimes it does.
            But when that moment arrives, and your steps finally lead you to a place that you want to be, a place that charges you, makes you feel happy; a place that you belong, you'll be willing to place all of your faith in those footsteps forever, just to see where you'll end up.
            That, my friends, is what this life is really all about. If there is anything that I hold to in my heart with all my being, it is this. It may not be a large lesson, it may not be earth-shattering in its composition, nature, or appeal, but it is from the heart, and that is all that matters. Perhaps it is just another little step ;)

On one liners and moola

          First off, allow me to observe that becoming a nation greatly improves one's credit.  These last few days slash weeks have all blended together into a coagulating viscous blur of repetition, though they have been quite entertaining in entirety. My never ending job hunt has developed some interesting leads, and all one can hope is that they pan out. Past that, it's just one raucous evening to the next boring one. Sometimes I wish more would come out of the input I've exerted trying to get things to work out a certain way, but just when it looks like it's all starting to come together at last, a new variable is introduced of external origin and I just have to 'deal with it'.  It's funny isn't it? I've heard it said that the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray, but this certainly is ridiculous. 
         On another note, I strongly advise any and all my readers to stay away from the judicial systems of the state and federal governing bodies. These days are not the most honest when it comes to proceedings of such institutions. I myself am being brought to a hearing for a debt paid off with my own blood sweat and tears years ago. The fools are not only incompetent at filing paperwork correctly, but worse at looking in their own files to see that the debt was collected from my tax return as well. Don't you just love America's justice system? 
          If I may venture forth an opinion, there is a storm brewing in our beloved land. Whether I speak with strangers on the street, people I meet on the bus, or the random delusional hobo who claims to have invented cement, every single one of them can feel it. Something is coming. The question in my mind is, what exactly is coming? Social reform in the form of liberal radicalism, an unprecedented uprising of the proletariat against the bourgeois leadership of the government-controlled capitalist state we live in (that's also referred to as fascism by the way)?  Could it be the apocalyptic, ever worried about fear of nuclear war?  No one is quite sure, not even the people in power right now. That's the beauty of it. Though everything is already going on around us, we can still do anything we want.
         I'm not going to claim any supernatural powers. I see now, however how perfectly integrated everything is with everything else. Things I do today will affect untold numbers of people.  The ripples we create never stop. And yet, at the same time, there is perfect individuality in everything. We are always free to create, to change, to extrapolate, to advance, and to literally do anything we set our minds to. Through unity, oneness. Through oneness, unity. A rather simple and yet beautiful paradox, don't you think? 

THE FIRST POST!!!!

           I feel like I should have some sort of intro or something. Anyhow, this is the first post of a blog I am starting at the casual opinions of my comrades, so let's hope for the best, eh? This is an interesting time in my life, and not just for me, the one living it. It's a type of funk that hangs in the air like crows over a battlefield.
         This, my friends, is the present. I have about a million problems that I have absolutely NO idea how to solve whatsoever looming over me as though it were some threatening feral homunculus bent on my harm. And yet, through all the bull shit, I have a rare and prized tool: I'm not worried. I feel a strange type of peace as I walk amidst the happenings of my days, totally unaffected by the little negative things. I guess when a fella's got nothing left to lose, that's when he starts to free himself from the necessities we've impressed on ourselves, and subsequently loses his fear of this monstrous leviathan of a system, spanning the length and breadth of the land, with hands as tiny as camera buttons or as tremendous as nuclear weapons.  I guess you kind of find out just what the hell you're really made of.
      But I try not to worry too much about wondering what I'm made of. I already know. The only things that worry me have worried countless people who have gone before me: 'Is it going to rain tomorrow?', 'I gotta buy dinner at some point', and of course, 'I need to get laid'. If all any of us has to be grateful for is the little things, then the big things don't seem so worth it. It seems as though everyone I've ever spoken to desperately wished they could be a child again, and I know a reason why: We all would have cherished it more for what it was, knowing that the world we live in can be a very cruel place, a place that does not accept losing, compromise, and even these days, honesty itself.
       I don't profess to know the answer to everything. I just know that all of us can take a hard look at ourselves and perhaps change some little thing for the better. Maybe it's all a fluke, and nothing matters more than survival of the vicious. But if one person changes themself for the better and decides to look for the good things life has, over the bad, then I say it is a good start.