Fast forward to a time in the middle of nowhere, where space exists only as a reference to somethingness.
Where the wind blows past the point of dropping sound and a miniature planet swings on a spinning ground.
Move forward to a place of fatigue and depravity, where mankind begins with a handful of madness and a headful of sin.
“Ow, why the hell did you throw that?”
“You need to learn how to catch, your coordination is terrible.”
“Well, It helps to know that something is being thrown at you.”
“You are such a whiner, why can’t you just catch the ball when I throw it, and stop complaining that I didn’t tell you it was coming?”
“Are you crazy? That doesn’t make any sense. I am not a mind reader.”
“Well, this is why you are going to fail at life.”
“I’m going to fail at life because I can’t read your mind when you throw something at my head when I’m not looking?”
“Oh, you want me to explain. Well, yeah you are going to fail at life. In fact, I bet you already are. I can bet that everything in your life is a surprise.”
“What are you talking about. My life is not a… a…”
“See, I bet you were surprised to wake up sad this morning and were surprised by the traffic you were sitting in.”
“I think surprised may be the wrong word to use, but I certainly wasn’t hoping for or expecting it.”
“You don’t expect to wake up sad and expect to sit in traffic? You do it every day.”
“Well, yeah but its always a surprise because I have been wishing something different would happen.”
“See that’s your problem.”
“That’s my problem, wishing?”
“No, wishing is fine it’s kinda useless but whatever. Your problem is awareness.”
“You are so unaware that the ball is flying at your head that even if I shouted hey catch, it would still hit you in the head and you would still be upset and have a bump on your head.”
“So stop wishing? Great got it, thanks, Guru.”
“No, start becoming aware. How can you spend your life doing the exact same thing every day wishing for a different outcome yet still remaining surprised when you the same things keep happening. You are like a bird with its head in the sand.”
“So what am I supposed to do?”
“Realize that your life sucks because you are forcefully unaware of it. pull your head out of the sand and catch the ball. You are making a life out of hiding from life. And every day is the same miserable surprise because you are unwilling to become aware of the fact that it is not me or the balls fault for hitting you in the head. It is up to you to see the ball catch it or move out of the way.”
“I hate hanging out with you, Joe.”
“Because you hate yourself.”
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Joe is a jerk. He’s right…but a jerk nonetheless.
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Always expect to be stuck in your rut if that’s the only thing you see. It is about perspective (to me), and I seem to surprise myself a lot these days lol. Nice article.
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