Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Thing Is...

    Driving past the point where fact becomes fiction and fiction appears to be fact is the truth which remains when all else fade away. The problem is the aftermath it leaves in it's wake as we travel. Truth does not become a lie and a lie does not become the truth, though sometimes it can seem that way.

  Sometimes we tend to stress the fact or perspective we wish to make so thin that it no longer becomes relative and becomes a mere shadow  of what the truth is at best, opposite at it's worse. We see this everyday and if you are like most, do  it as well. People see human traits in humans but those of us that are in the country see animals that are similar to some human traits. Be it a pig squealing or a sheep bleating, the whole lot runs never looking to see if it was real or a false alarm, even unto their death. While there may be a bad point to the steering, sometimes there is a good meant that turns bad.

  I keep seeing this over and over again in research, and that makes me look at me to keep myself in check as best I can. This world has many things that can drag one off the path. Without hearing we cannot speak and without speaking others may not hear, yet I am not talking about verbal and physical. It is in the quietness and stillness that we hear and that we speak. One must close ones eyes to see and look with the spirit. The heart can be deceived and the brain can be as well, but the spirit is strong provided one hears and speaks. Some will understand that and some will not.

  I smile a lot and sometimes people ask me how, so I pass along something I learned. When you awake give thanks in the silence of your heart for the day. Need a little help there? Get up a few minutes early and take out a paper and pen. Think of five things or people you are grateful for, they can be animals too. Just five. Quietly give thanks, even if it is to say thank you. Each day add something to that list. Eventually you will see a need for just stopping long enough to say thank you for that day, knowing that nothing lasts forever in this world, it isn't meant too. Eventually you will no longer need that paper. You won't have a stupid smile on your face but a smile of thankfulness, real and complete. You will still stay sharp as a tack to things around. You will speak loudly without saying a word.      

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