Huh ? What ?

Read a few blogs today and realised that I dont know what they are on about. That prompted me to let all of you know what I'm on about. Then I decided its way to much trouble so I'm referring you to my first post. And since I havent read it again since I wrote it , I hope you find it enlightening.Thats as much trouble as I'm willing to go through. /smile and wave

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Men and demons

A favorite topic the last two weeks. Demons. A recent game ranks demons as the seven deadly sins. Pride being the strongest demon. Demons aren't physical people who look badass and wear cool shades and have horns. This makes the threat more real. The reason I call these sins demons is because sometime we don't have control. We cannot beat them morally. We are blinded and stupid. Sometimes we even encourage it. By that time I realize that I am inoxicated by it and stand at a moral cross road. Face to face with the demon. Given a choice. It will tell me tales of rewards.

Pride.Soberbia. I am right. Everyone else is at error. "love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbor." I think to myself that they are commiting the sin. Isn't that ironic.

Envy. Invidia. Surrounded by talent I often evade company. I become envious. I desire the talent that I could never have or have ever earned.

Wrath. Ira. Easily induced. Never satisfied. Examples to numerous and embarrassing to name. 

Sloth. Socordia. The subtle one. I never realise it before its to late. Then regret sets in. Meeting this one face to face is hard. He promises time. Who can argue against that.

Greed.Avaritia. This one does not need much explaining. Something at the cost of someone else. Time. Effort. Money. Wine.

Gluttony. Gula. To drink and eat excessivly. Wine. A drink to many.

Lust. Lujuria. Impure thoughts. Desire. If this demon were pesonified it would be a she and would look something like megan fox with horns.

ITs very easy to fall prey to these demons. I think I have all of them inside me. Just waiting for an opportunity. It is a constant battle between me and them . Somehow I have always known that. The scary thing comes now. And I will recall this very reluctantly. There is something inside me that is immune to these specific seven demons. I discovered it the other night. Its very hard to describe. Almost animalistic. For a minute it didn't care for itself. It had no desire. No need. No emotion. Pure animalistic instinct. Talented. Beautiful. Undiluted. Then it was gone.

Question is: Is it man or demon ?

Monday, November 16, 2009

Human temper

I finally feel  I have something to write again. This is normally would be regarded as good news but today I'm writing a more critical article. This weekend I discovered something inside myself. Something I always new was there and in fact I have been looking for. I have ranted this formula for years now. We dictate our feelings and thoughts and God dictates the actions of the universe. He has no direct control over our minds. But our minds are forged by the events in our lives. The image jumping to mind is that of a japanese style sword. First the ore (In a powdered state) is dumped into a special oven like fire pit. Here the fire is fed by oxygen , the heat melts the ore and it forms chunks of metal. Those chunks of metal is placed in a block formation wrapped in paper and then shoved into a fire to melt together. Then it is beaten. And folded. And beaten. And folded. And eventually formed into the blade shape. This entire process takes a while.
We take life changing decisions everyday .We are told on a regular basis that life is suppose to be fun and care free. Said who ? We are placed into a fire. A fire that is so hot that it changes who we are. We change on a regulare basis. I know people who started liking seafood overnight. It is true that life happens. Good or bad. We are constantly disapointed because we are told that our train is coming. One day your struggle will end. It wont. Sorry. Its going to be hard. Just when you think nothing can go wrong something will hit you in the face.  Losing someone you love. Between all this chaos and uncertainty you are even forced to work. Hard. Study. Evolve personal relationships. Invest in non personal relationships. You take weeks at a time. Day in and day out doing this job. It’s a permanent contract to. This goes on until you are at you maximum stress capacity. Taken out of the fire you are beaten into shape. Something life changing happens. New job. New love. Tax. Jail. A child is born. A friend is taken away. We have no control over the beatings. And there is no stopping it. The only control you have is being good steel. Forming as you should in the fire and hammer. This constant pressure shapes us. We have an ultimate form and person to become. God will make sure that we become that shape. If we do not shape in the fire He will keep us there longer. If we do not fold under his hammer then He will beat us harder. Fortunately for you , you don’t have to like it. Common miss perception.  You don’t need to believe in God for him to exist. Sure you can crack under pressure. Feel sorry for yourself and shoot yourself. It is something you can do. You upset the balance of the universe but by that time it isn't you problem anymore. If you do decide to stay tuned it gets better.
When we are in shape we are cooled and polished. We are then treated. If you haven't noticed by now(then you shouldn’t be reading this and this whole sentence is completely redundant. Yay randomness) I am obsessed with talent. Not my own . By the way. Its been “beaten” into me that I am not talentless. “I just don’t know what my talents are”.  I know people who are very talented. Their very presence could fascinate you and art talent to bemuse.  That is why I think a master who polishes as katana is someone who needs to be respected. A sword is polished with stone .Rough stone first and then finer and finer. Until a drop of water and dust. If you ever get the opportunity (and not tell me I’ll hunt you down) to hold a real katana in one hand a sheet of rice paper in the other you will notice that you can cut a straight line through the paper. Those swords are sharp. The sword is then given to someone who has spent their entire life studying and training to be able to use that sword. Years of physical and mental exercise to make a piece of steel cut through air and make it sing.
I suppose it is  very cliché to compare a persons mind and life to the forging of a sword. But to do justice to the smith , the polisher and the master we have to consider doing the following:
Consciously make every decision. Taking into account that every choice you get is life altering permanent and has consequence.
Be the best you can be. Once again very cliché but not doing every thing you can wil make you feel like you lost. No matter how small the event.
Try to have fun . This is hard for some people because to some having fun means getting hammered and dancing into tomorrow. Having fun means to smile at work. Pleasant conversation with everyone around you. Making the place feel nice.
I'm going to stop now since those sound like some spam email. Forward those to ten people in your mail box if you care for the [insert charity here] in [insert country here].