The love of truth lies at the root of much humor.
- Robertson Davies
I'm planting my seeds of intention:)
my space this past few weeks has been exhilarating and exhausting. "amazingness" has happened and so has the opposite.
had a discussion with someone about "balance" this saturday as we were hosting a ufc night for my sis. it is interesting how so much variation of good and bad exist. And how simple and complex it all is at the same time. it really seems like we are all so susceptible to the mindless following of subtle and candid corruption that we are immune to the effects it has in shaping our lives and planet. i think of this often but it still catches me by surprise. i was told that there is no balance. that the world is corrupt and we are genetically selfish and self-serving. my friend says guilt makes him donate or give, not pure intent. he is disillusioned by society and human nature as a whole. the word balance he says, is really just someone hoping to offer logical reasoning to a chaotic world or to explain away the awfulness that we are capable of doing.
on a bad day, i would definitely lean toward this perception. but there are always things like this: pennies for peace that would jump into my view somehow when i'm flipping channels, or listening to cbc, or just a kind act that would make me smile and jiggle a fantastic chemical reaction in my mind and body that would bring me into a lovelier perspective.
perception is an intimate, significant and can be an irrational element in all of us. It shapes your thoughts, ideas and tolerance for others and the world. It determines your emotions and reactions. if i think about it too much, its scary how it almost has life of its own.
another chapter closes and another opens.
there never seems to be time for boredom.