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A sense of proportion or priority?.

Many tell me my life is too short for wisdom.

They pick up the first set of standards they find and adhere to them for no particular reason.

This, they claim, gives them a sense of value and morality.

Life has taken much out of me lately. I have so much to give but cannot summon the hope to express it....

I'm staring into space counting the days until my release. Yet my cell door is wide open! I am a pardoned prisoner! what is keeping me?

Sometimes we take repetition for granted... The same old dramas crop up. We shrug our shoulders and go through the same emotional responses. None of us are obliged to be stuck in syndromes. You don't have to be a victim of forecast!!

Normally I am capable of handling my interactions with others in a capable matter. Today, however, i find it hard to find the right balance between inspiration and the execution of my plan. It may be a smarter idea to let the specifics slide while I am guided by my principles.

But all this aside. Today is not a day to be in routine, I am going to drop my barriers and allow this energy to pour through me.

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The tortoise and the hare

I know the moral of the story doesn't apply to every circumstance in life. But I often find myself in a situation that does cry out for this basic principle.

MORE HASTE. LESS SPEED.

Right now, I forget every other piece of traditional wisdom that I have heard, provided I remember how that slow but steady creature beat its more powerful opponent.

I am never ever dissuaded, desperate or dramatic. I just proceed.

I have lost myself in a vision. My dreams play in my head like a broken record. They never fade or admit failure. I am constantly making mistakes (mostly within the public eye), but I learn from them and bring myself one step closer to the dream. the goal. the one things I am ALWAYS thinking about.

I am, in a strange way, a victim of my own success.

My special gifts have created the kind of complications that may never surface in the life of a lesser mortal.

I am not trying to suggest I am sme kind of superman, but I could remove alot of pressure by demonstrating the true extent of my love for success!

For now, I'm happy hiding in the blurred haze of disco lights of Flinders.

Socially biting your tongue now

It's 1am and i cannot contemplate the ache of sleep; i'm drifting slowly into a blurred haze of regret

Come in! Come in!

the world is made up of polar opposites. Perceptions change. What we thought was pretty one day we consider ugly the next. Our perceptions are all we have to judge with and ironically, we have no way of knowing to what extent of our conscious reality is true.
By combining opposites we symbollically create a more complete reality. If we had all the answers life would stop. There would be nothing for us to explore, dream or learn.

I am so pre-occupied with the use of fantasy to compensate for what i am unable to objectively explain. Interestingly, our fabricated answers are always spectacular!! If we see a light in the sky, we immediately think UFO!

If we hear a creak in the hallway we immediately think we are haunted by spirits! We don't even consider the boring possibilities!
I am so excited to be apart of such a complex universe.

Sorry I'm dribbling

goodnight