Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 34

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 34

This entry is part 27 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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Change, and the Terror It Creates

There was a time in my life (not so long ago) that the thought of changing jobs again terrified me. It also made me angry at the fact that life had put me in a position that made another change necessary. If you’ve read any of the previous posts in this series, however, you know that a good deal of my way of thinking has changed over the last couple of years. That process has all but irradicated my fears with regards to change, as well as my expectations regarding what I do (and do not), deserve in this life.  

Thoughts, Actions, and Decisions

Change excites instead of terrifying me now. I dictate my position in life with my thoughts, actions, and decisions. Everything I have (or do not have) was gained (or lost) as a direct result of the aforementioned thoughts, actions, and decisions. Also, I no longer base my happiness on those programmed notions that I spent a lifetime forming concerning how life should be. My happiness is no longer dictated by the expected ‘norm’ — my ‘norm’ is dictated by my expected happiness.
Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 34

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 31

This entry is part 24 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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My Failure As A Writer

I wish I could write a love story, or a drama, or something that made people laugh. My failure to do so is not from lack of trying. I’ve begun the process on several occasions, only to find the story turning to the dark side shortly after beginning.  

Darkness Is All I See

Darkness is all I see when I look into my mind for a story to tell. When I have a point that I am trying to make it is always easiest to filter it through a terrible lens. I suppose its the same thing with comedians. I have tried, so very hard, to give up the terrible tales that I tell. I even wrote a post about it called From Horror To Hope. I was being honest then, and I’m being honest now — I was a fool to think I could give it up and, even more importantly, that I SHOULD give it up.  

Giving Up Horror?

The point of giving up horror was to write for God. The narrative that’s been constructed for us is that there is a certain and particular way to go about that. That narrative is wrong. A thing does not need to have the words ‘God’ or ‘spiritual’ scrawled upon it to be of a Godly or spiritual nature. It is the intent of the thing that decides its place in the universe, not the thing itself. Everything I write — even the darkest of tales — is an attempt at finding the light in the darkness. Sometimes it is so faint you can barely see it, but trust me, it’s there.
Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 34

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 30

This entry is part 23 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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Spirituality, At Its Purest…

Spirituality, at it’s purest, is actively working towards being a better person. I see people getting this wrong all the time. Some are smug, self-righteous little people that would rather tear someone else down than building ANYTHING up. Others are angry at God and disdain anything and everything that looks like it might make them think beyond their own material existence. Still, others are just sad and confused; weighted down by the burdens they carry and too tired to lift themselves up.

 

Everyone Walks Their Own Spiritual Path

Everyone walks their own spiritual path. This is true whether we acknowledge it or not. We can stomp our feet, wring our hands, and scream to the high heavens that it’s not true, but it is. And even though every individual must walk their own path, every path eventually presents the same set of guidelines that must be followed in order to walk any further; they are that we must flick all those chips from our shoulder, kill the materialistic programming that we’ve accumulated (since birth), annihilate our prejudice’s, and get to fucking work.

 

Spirituality Is Work

That’s right — work. Work (and by extension the works we do) are the key to it all. You can WANT to be a better person, THINK about ways to be a better person, HOPE for a chance to be a better person — all of that equals exactly jack shit if you do not actively, emphatically, consistently, and constantly WORK towards becoming a better person.

 

The Good News

Here’s the good news; ask and ye shall receive! Believe me when I tell you that is absolutely the truth. If you take a moment and ask God (the universe, the All, the sun; however you internally identify with existence as a whole) to show you ways to be better you will be presented with more opportunities than you can handle before you lay your head down that evening. The simple trick is learning to recognize, accept, and then act.

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 34

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 28

This entry is part 21 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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Opportunities & Blessings

View every circumstance you encounter as an opportunity (and a blessing) and your life will change in miraculous ways.

The victim mentality we are conditioned, from birth, to have will slip away. It is not possible to feel like a victim when you change your thought process to view everything as a gift. ‘Good’ and ‘bad’ circumstances no longer exist; only encounters that help you grow and prosper.

 

Quicker, Healthier Resolutions

Your temperament will change, patience will increase, and the things that used to ruin your day will no longer stop you in your tracks. They will not stop happening; rather, they will affect you less and less as time goes by. Traffic, commotion, work problems, relationship problems — Your subconscious mind will begin leading you to quicker, healthier, resolutions.

 

A Shift Of Consciousness

It is a hard shift of consciousness to attain, but well worth it. I would even go so far as to say it is the first, and most important, step on the spiritual path. It was for me anyway. It took a shit ton of practice and deep breathing to get me there too. Once I did though the effects were overwhelming. I began to realize that things were happening ‘for’ me and not ‘to’ me. That realization has been (looking back now) the backbone of every positive change I have made since.

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 34

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 27

This entry is part 20 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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We Have Been Conditioned

Did you ever take a moment to think about all the conditioning that makes up what you perceive to be your daily life? Every single thing you do, think, or say was — at some point in your life — fed to you by an outside source. Your concept of right and wrong, attitude, language, accent, sense of style — absolutely none of those things were created by you. They were experienced, filtered, and adapted into your existence.

 

Born Stupid

Even the things we call ‘instincts’ were conditioned into us by the world around us. You were not born knowing that the pan on the stove was hot. You touched it and found out. You did not know that a bullet could kill you. You saw someone die on tv and found out. You learned these things and then stayed away from them.

 

Change Up Your Routine

If you want to truly experience how deeply we are conditioned to follow the routines then try changing up something you do daily. Brush your teeth with your left hand instead of your right. Try eliminating a common word from your vocabulary for a day. This will sound crazy, but the thing that made me realize how blindly I was following the program was the day I tried to dry myself off differently than I usually do after taking a shower — completely messed me up!

 

Take Yourself Off Autopilot

It sounds ridiculous, but it is important to realize these things. I have been trying to be a better person for a while now. A good deal of that time was wasted because I was on autopilot. You cannot take a different route when you are on autopilot. It seems obvious to me now, but when I was cruising along I had no idea what I was doing so — and that is the point. I had to shake up the system. For me, it was something as banal as my morning shower. What will you change?

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 34

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 24

This entry is part 17 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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Good Day To Shit Day

I don’t know about you, but I think maybe the worst days are the ones that start perfect, and then go to shit halfway through.

I mean, a bad day is a bad day, and a great day is a great day, but a great day that turns to shit is a mind-fuck.

Today was one of those days for me. I woke up early and everything was perfect. The birds were singing, the stars were aligned, and I felt great. Everything continued that way for a few hours too. I had a few opportunities to help people — just small things — and some really good interactions. Then everything changed.

 

The Exact Moment

I can tell you the exact moment it happened. I was returning to my car from clothes shopping when I saw an older woman struggling to open a stroller. I asked her if she needed help. She said “yes please” so I started to fiddle with the stroller. I had to chuckle because I wasn’t having much luck and I told her it had been a long time since I had operated one of those.

She did not think it was funny. Instead, she unloaded on me. Not at me, mind you, but on me. She said she was “having a terrible fucking day. My husband is sick and I need to get a gift and have this baby —fuck it, I’m just gonna go home.”. She grabbed the stroller, threw it in the trunk, slammed the trunk, and walked away. I sad I was sorry that I could not be more help, but she did not hear me — she was already in the car.

 

Counting The Ways It Bothered Me

It bothered me that I could not help. It bothered me that she was having such a bad day and there was nothing I could do. It bothered me that she gave up. It bothered me that — at that moment — I could taste her disdain for that child, and her husband, and everyone that she was blaming for the day she was having. Most of all it bothered me because I could see that she was dwelling in — and feeding off of — the negative energy and that her day was only going to get worse from there.

 

Back To The Point

And now that I have rambled a bit I will get back to the point. I was having a fantastic day. I ran into someone that was having a terrible day. I was not strong enough to keep the negativity away and allowed it to follow me for the rest of the day. Then, about ten minutes ago, I decided to write about how much I disliked starting with a great day that changes into a bad day. It was in that moment that I remembered the lady, how I had personally allowed my day to be altered, and how much of a fool I am for not seeing what was happening at the moment. The End.

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