No such thing as Failure

People don’t fail. They give up.

I saw this the other day on some business’/fire station/church billboard and it has been stuck in my head ever since.

False dichotomy. I’ve been on a kick with this one lately, seeing it wherever I go. Hearing it in what we say…. It’s not healthy to spew such falsehoods.

Yeah, it’s a motivational phrase. But I also think it hurts. For the good? Maybe. But it’s also simply not true.

We both fail, yet refuse to give up and pick ourselves up. Refusing to admit that failure happens helps no one. It happens. We fold, we fall, we scrape our knees and bottom out.

Just this week, I’ve failed. Bottomed out. We lost our apartment and moved back into mom’s. Like it or not, it’s a failure. We had no money, medical bills were drowning us, holding on wasn’t an option.

But are we giving up? No. Did we fail? Yes.

What do you think? Do many motivational sayings follow this fallacy? Do they still have meaning or do they just plain sting?

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Dreams

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Last night, I had another instance of sleep paralysis. Anyone who has had them can probably understand how horrifying they can be for a thinking person. At least during the first instances. There are ways to control them and stay conscious and in control.

I haven’t been able to yet. They’ve evolved into what I can only refer to ask multiple levels of inception (fuck that movie).

What’s worse is I’m a philosopher so my mind immediately goes to discussions on dreams. Such as, naturally, Descartes’ mediations, Hobbes’, and countless others. This has also been a favorite discussion with Matrix-esque believers and, it seems, many psychedelic drug users.

The mind is an amazing thing. It constantly regulates trillions of bodily functions without any conscious action from ourselves. It morphs, learns, evolves, and is in constant work commanding the body in various functions.

Time can suspend itself to terrifying lengths, all by the mind’s eye (a watched pot never boils), it can reduce a person to a quivering mass of anxiety, or simple drive one to hallucinations in their waking hours or, just plain “insane” ( I hate that word) and unable to function in society.

What are your experiences with dreams? Thoughts? Reflections?

Blasphemy: funny or offensive?

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Entertaining Jesus quips brings me back to my early 20s. I was married to a Catholic man (wonderful guy, still love him just not in a “let’s be married” way) and quickly tearing off my Christian doctrines. I wasn’t yet ready to come out with my disbelief of God’s existence, but it was hard to hold back on things I found hilarious about the Christian beliefs.

Mary having spirit sex with God, talking donkey, the whole Satan thing, demon possession vs. mental health… You name it. All came pouring out.

Eventually, it ended with a sit down talk with the husband about how all this upset him. After a dodgy explanation, he flat out asked me “are you an Atheist?” I said yeah, and there went the marriage as well as my staying in the closet.

Do I regret it? No. A lot of the Bible stuff is hilariously absurd. Did I go too far sometimes? Probably.

Still funny though.

Or is it? How far is too far? Are there things that shouldn’t be joked about or is all fair in the name of comedy?

As an Atheist, my mind equates Christianity and Islam with all out-dated and not believed by anyone religions (Greek, Egyptian, Norse, etc) but the facts are that people still honestly believe these things. Absurd as it may seem.

So what are your thoughts? Penny (or nickel, Canadians) for your thoughts?

Promotion

I’m not too much a fan of self-promotion, but I figure if I do really wish to publish I will need to become comfortable with it. Either way, I will make this quick.

http://poeticdoubt.wordpress.com/

I have approximately 600 pieces of poetry written over the span of 13 years to format into a book. They cover stages of my life so beyond who I am now that it frightens me sometimes. But, it is a part of who I am and was and I am lucky to have such pieces still intact to look back on and find context.

The first post is a tribute to Nikki Hendricks who has been a great inspiration to my life since our meeting. She has taken on the project of putting her artistic pieces together before me. So I would be a horrible liar to say that my project was of my own initiative. I am totally copy catting her.

So check her out as well. http://pomegranateseedling.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2014-01-28T16:01:00-08:00&max-results=7

Change

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Magnet from a christian inspirational store. Go ahead, buy one: http://stjent.pinnaclecart.com/index.php?p=product&id=3809

I used to hear this exhortation often. Whenever a big decisions (or even small ones) came around, it was encouraged to pray first. Some, I suppose, have converted this to a “think” first concept, or “meditate on it” if you will.

Why?

I suppose it’s because of the reality of the polarity of our own thoughts. As if two people are taking, one taking each side, but both being us (unless, of course, you believe one is God). The admonition to wait/meditate/pray, therefore, must be so that one can discern the “right” decision.

But I’m unsure, is there ever a right choice? This isn’t an ethics question, but a subjective one. Choices concerning our lives are ours alone, and surely deep down we know what we want. What will bring the most joy both immediate and long term. So why do we deliberate.

Carpe diem. Right? If a choice brings bad consequences, at least motion was made. Change. Isn’t stagnancy abhorrent?

Or do I have it all wrong, and it’s wise and careful discernment and “looking before you leap”?

What do you think? What method do you tend to take? Which do you think is more beneficial? Or is it even that cut and dry? Perhaps it’s situational?

Money the root of evil

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It’s an old adage that we know best from the Christian scriptures: Money is the root of all evil. Doubtful, that it truly is the single root of all evil…. However something in it does ring true.

I’ve been busting my ass the past few weeks pulling twelve hour work days, hustling two jobs. Loving one, hating the other and ending my day unhappy. The bills don’t stop coming. Knock out one, another pops up. My medical bills alone from the last hospital stay quickly brought me into a downward jaded spiral of seeing nothing but green. Nothing has been enough for me.

Finally. Here I am writing again. Just the act of typing and engaging my mind brings me more joy than I’ve had in weeks.

Why? Because money isn’t everything. It buys stuff, and can buy a lot of happiness, sure. But for me, it’s not my life purpose. It’s a means to an end. If it becomes my purpose, it will never be enough, as it hasn’t these past weeks.

How silly.

But that’s me. What are your thoughts? Worked hard, so screw the penny… Want a nickel for em? 😉

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It’s an old adage that we know best from the Christian scriptures: Money is the root of all evil. Doubtful, that it truly is the single root of all evil…. However something in it does ring true.

I’ve been busting my ass the past few weeks pulling twelve hour work days, hustling two jobs. Loving one, hating the other and ending my day unhappy. The bills don’t stop coming. Knock out one, another pops up. My medical bills alone from the last hospital stay quickly brought me into a downward jaded spiral of seeing nothing but green. Nothing has been enough for me.

Finally. Here I am writing again. Just the act of typing and engaging my mind brings me more joy than I’ve had in weeks.

Why? Because money isn’t everything. It buys stuff, and can buy a lot of happiness, sure. But for me, it’s not my life purpose. It’s a means to an end. If it becomes my purpose, it will never be enough, as it hasn’t these past weeks.

How silly.

But that’s me. What are your thoughts? Worked hard, so screw the penny… Want a nickel for em? 😉