Am I using my mind today?
Oh livejournal.....you are still here. It seems that my entries have been few and far between. They've diminished from words of insight and wisdom to daily logs of activites and woes.
And this is a good thing.
My mind has been so clear lately. I've been neither ecstatic or dismayed....I'd probably identify it as more "content" than anything.
I re-read some of my old entries and compared them to my feelings today. I've noticed that I have fortunately stopped living in the past. I've stopped blaming everything that is wrong in my life on some unfortunate events that have occurred in my past. I've been approaching my life with a more optimistic view point, a more forward outreach. But coinciding with this, I've also retained the usual "fuck it...accept it....whatever" attitude. But again, this "fuck it" attitude even suprisingly has an optimistic aspect. Now, instead of "fuck it, things will never change, it's easier to feel depressed about it" I now feel "fuck it, who needs the extra bullshit, the extra drama? I'm ME, I'm wonderful, and if you're not here to enjoy the wild ride with me, then I'm fucking pushing you off the side of the train bitch!"
I've been trivializing everything in my daily life. And as tedious as this sounds, or as negative as this sounds, it's actually quite beneficial. De-clutter your life, de-clutter your mind. Simplify. It's my hippy way of life that I've seemed to have lost over the years. Forget the jobs, the possesions, the status, the emotions, the bullshit, the drama, the roles, the religions, the rights and wrongs and who-don-it-in-what-room shit. This is my life and this is all I have.
The END.
So I'm going to live it like money doesn't exist. Roles don't exist. Religions don't exist. Possesions don't exist. Status doesn't exist.
Because don't you get it? I'm the same as you. The same as the bum outside Camden Yards sleeping on the sidewalk. The same as Hilary Clinton. The same as Mother Teresa. The same as Mike Lowell. The same as Jimmy. The same as you. There is nothing that is different between us except the memories we create. We can have the same outlooks on life or different outlooks. But who really cares? Life is about the memories we create. The love we share. The happiness we make for ourselves. The fulfillment we feel. The contentment.
Life is about what I fucking want to make it about.
Does my endless outpour of thoughts make any sense to anyone besides myself? Don't you feel like you LOVE LIFE? Don't you feel like maybe you should then?
And this is a good thing.
My mind has been so clear lately. I've been neither ecstatic or dismayed....I'd probably identify it as more "content" than anything.
I re-read some of my old entries and compared them to my feelings today. I've noticed that I have fortunately stopped living in the past. I've stopped blaming everything that is wrong in my life on some unfortunate events that have occurred in my past. I've been approaching my life with a more optimistic view point, a more forward outreach. But coinciding with this, I've also retained the usual "fuck it...accept it....whatever" attitude. But again, this "fuck it" attitude even suprisingly has an optimistic aspect. Now, instead of "fuck it, things will never change, it's easier to feel depressed about it" I now feel "fuck it, who needs the extra bullshit, the extra drama? I'm ME, I'm wonderful, and if you're not here to enjoy the wild ride with me, then I'm fucking pushing you off the side of the train bitch!"
I've been trivializing everything in my daily life. And as tedious as this sounds, or as negative as this sounds, it's actually quite beneficial. De-clutter your life, de-clutter your mind. Simplify. It's my hippy way of life that I've seemed to have lost over the years. Forget the jobs, the possesions, the status, the emotions, the bullshit, the drama, the roles, the religions, the rights and wrongs and who-don-it-in-what-room shit. This is my life and this is all I have.
The END.
So I'm going to live it like money doesn't exist. Roles don't exist. Religions don't exist. Possesions don't exist. Status doesn't exist.
Because don't you get it? I'm the same as you. The same as the bum outside Camden Yards sleeping on the sidewalk. The same as Hilary Clinton. The same as Mother Teresa. The same as Mike Lowell. The same as Jimmy. The same as you. There is nothing that is different between us except the memories we create. We can have the same outlooks on life or different outlooks. But who really cares? Life is about the memories we create. The love we share. The happiness we make for ourselves. The fulfillment we feel. The contentment.
Life is about what I fucking want to make it about.
Does my endless outpour of thoughts make any sense to anyone besides myself? Don't you feel like you LOVE LIFE? Don't you feel like maybe you should then?