When you fall off the horse you gotta get back on.
Amen!
My friend and I started reading the scriptures and making sure to say our prayers at least twice a day. We both are goin through a few things together, and it has been a very uplifting experience so far. I am slightly ashamed, but willing to admit that prayer hasn't always been a focal point of my life. It has been something that I've always glossed over I suppose. I am so damn stubborn and prideful that I always have done things on my own. I expect to do things on my own. I don't expect to be helped, nor do I ask for it. To ask for something is to expect for something. It is a faulty concept I understand, but it is the way I feel. I don't want to be the type of person that expects results. That can lead to frustrations, anxiety, and other feelings of being let down.
All that being said, I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. I think my 25th year of life has been my biggest year yet. I think 23 was a big year. I think 19 was a big year. But this one is one that I know I will always look back on with great appreciation. It is a year that I decided I had had enough of myself. I had had enough with my weaknesses. For too long I did not try to overcome them. I wasn't ruled by them, but I did not give my weaknesses any sort of discipline nor did I try to overcome them.
Call it what you will, but if you grew up doing one thing, and you realize that it's getting you nowhere fast, I'll just call it my decision to be better. Everything began to be once again competitive in my life. I mean that in the best way possible. I wanted to better myself. If I was a runner, this would have been reaching a Plateau and then finding a way to scrape off seconds my personal best. So now getting my 4.0 GPA is a competition. I want to be (humbly) better than all of my students. I want to be a better worker than all of my coworkers (I'm not always, I really have some very good coworkers). I want to be the best, because I know I can. It's not pride, it's living up to my potential.
It would be prideful of me if I did not account my successes to my family, to my friends, and as of lately, to my God. As Ammon said, "I do not boast in my own strength, nor in my own wisdom; but behold, my joy is full, yea, my heart is brim with joy, and I will rejoice in my God. Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things..." I have been weak before. I'm sure I will be weak once more. I will need to be humbled, but I know that my strength and my strongest times are when my eye is single to the glory of God. When I am doing what's right for my own self, and then when I am sharing my love with them through works of Charity. That's when I am my best.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
My formidable oponent
It's not the size of the load, but of the way you carry it.
Tonight I played the piano harder than I've played in a long time. I mean I played HARD. The poor hammers. The strings went BOOOWWWWWwowowowwowowow. That is the sound of resonating sound waves and not the sound track to a 70s porno flick.
I played the guitar also as aggressively and let the guitar produce feedback for 20 minutes while I made dinner.
I watched The Academy Awards, and realized that James Franco is really into himself, and that Anne Hathaway is a goddess.
I thought a few times today that what I was thinking and writing about was a good thing, only to come back a few hours later and scrape it and start over. I believe that happened three times today.
I am more conflicted now than I have been in a long time. The only thing that will save me this time is the gospel. It's a good thing that at this point in my life it's not something I'm questioning. Boy that would not be a good thing.
I think I'm tired.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Hope
In my angst, I had a special experience. A perfect picture of darkness and of light.
Tuesday as I came back from Arizona, I worked that afternoon. In the city of concord I went to a lady's house to do the service. She came to me at the end of the service, and was slightly rude, but not enough to really get upset about, when up pulled a car and a young man my age- or maybe slightly younger stepped out. In his passing, he said to the lady who was maybe his mother or quite possibly his grandmother, "I should punch you in the face, you got me sick". I could not believe what I just heard. She winced at the message delivered; I don't think it was the first time she had been talked to like that, and all she could say with not much voice at all, "Such an charming young man"... Obviously being sarcastic, I could only tell her, "I will hold my tongue"
To the very opposite of that story, I went a few hours later to a home where I knocked on the door, and with a broom like poll in one hand a phone in my other, a young little girl came out with her mother at the doorway. Without any thought of harm or etiquette the little girl gave me a hug. I was needing a hug that day for many reasons, and the perfect, unbiased love that resonated through her was miraculous. I did not know what to do. It just sort of happened and her mother looked at the situation with approval so I did not worry of any sort of backlash.
I tell these two quick stories as a quick moment of two obvious forces raging in today's society. It does not take an all too religious person to realize that my generation is scary. We are not nice. We are a generation that has been founded on greed, deceit and feeling of entitlements. My generation is so negative. It scares me. Granted, not all my generation is like this.
On the other hand is a rising generation of children much like the little girl I met, who so far, are some of the nicest children I've ever met. I've lost a lot of hope with my generation, and I hope that the children I raise, and that the world raises will teach there parents what it is to be good people, because it is obvious to me that so many out there do not have that good nature. I believe there is a generation rising that will look past there parents afflictions and addictions and rise to there own and will abandon some of the horrible things that is so prevalent right now in society.
That little girl made me feel better, and also gave me a lot of hope.
Tuesday as I came back from Arizona, I worked that afternoon. In the city of concord I went to a lady's house to do the service. She came to me at the end of the service, and was slightly rude, but not enough to really get upset about, when up pulled a car and a young man my age- or maybe slightly younger stepped out. In his passing, he said to the lady who was maybe his mother or quite possibly his grandmother, "I should punch you in the face, you got me sick". I could not believe what I just heard. She winced at the message delivered; I don't think it was the first time she had been talked to like that, and all she could say with not much voice at all, "Such an charming young man"... Obviously being sarcastic, I could only tell her, "I will hold my tongue"
To the very opposite of that story, I went a few hours later to a home where I knocked on the door, and with a broom like poll in one hand a phone in my other, a young little girl came out with her mother at the doorway. Without any thought of harm or etiquette the little girl gave me a hug. I was needing a hug that day for many reasons, and the perfect, unbiased love that resonated through her was miraculous. I did not know what to do. It just sort of happened and her mother looked at the situation with approval so I did not worry of any sort of backlash.
I tell these two quick stories as a quick moment of two obvious forces raging in today's society. It does not take an all too religious person to realize that my generation is scary. We are not nice. We are a generation that has been founded on greed, deceit and feeling of entitlements. My generation is so negative. It scares me. Granted, not all my generation is like this.
On the other hand is a rising generation of children much like the little girl I met, who so far, are some of the nicest children I've ever met. I've lost a lot of hope with my generation, and I hope that the children I raise, and that the world raises will teach there parents what it is to be good people, because it is obvious to me that so many out there do not have that good nature. I believe there is a generation rising that will look past there parents afflictions and addictions and rise to there own and will abandon some of the horrible things that is so prevalent right now in society.
That little girl made me feel better, and also gave me a lot of hope.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The weight of fixation, and anxiety
oh those crazy emotions.
I am so up and down right now and I don't really like it. It's time to talk to someone about this stuff. Someone professional. I'm not suicidal, but this is just another thing that I need to do to make myself be a better person. I am not happy with my obsessive thoughts, the way I fixate on one item, one person is just not healthy. I know this. It hurts me, and if I get fixated on someone, it will hurt them as well. No one wants to be someones graven image, or fixation, or obsession, or whatever you want to call it. They didn't ask for it. I didn't tell them. Why would I? Because they would recoil if they only knew. I can't believe I'm actually writing this for everyone to see. I know it's a problem because my fixations make it hard to do homework or focus on the more important parts of my life. At this very moment, I am so scared. I know things will get better, and I maybe in a day, or a week, or a month, or in a year, I'll look at this post and think. Wow, really Willy?
I will reiterate what I said in the past. I can't believe it has taken me this long to get to where I am now. It isn't like this is something new. I've struggled with it all my life. I can't believe I didn't ever try to get it in check. With the way I am feeling right now, how did I ever make it this far? This weight is crushing. I'm gonna see my bishop tonight for guidance, and I'm trying to find a good counselor, but I guess evenings are hard to find spots in. I'll keep looking I guess.
I am so up and down right now and I don't really like it. It's time to talk to someone about this stuff. Someone professional. I'm not suicidal, but this is just another thing that I need to do to make myself be a better person. I am not happy with my obsessive thoughts, the way I fixate on one item, one person is just not healthy. I know this. It hurts me, and if I get fixated on someone, it will hurt them as well. No one wants to be someones graven image, or fixation, or obsession, or whatever you want to call it. They didn't ask for it. I didn't tell them. Why would I? Because they would recoil if they only knew. I can't believe I'm actually writing this for everyone to see. I know it's a problem because my fixations make it hard to do homework or focus on the more important parts of my life. At this very moment, I am so scared. I know things will get better, and I maybe in a day, or a week, or a month, or in a year, I'll look at this post and think. Wow, really Willy?
I will reiterate what I said in the past. I can't believe it has taken me this long to get to where I am now. It isn't like this is something new. I've struggled with it all my life. I can't believe I didn't ever try to get it in check. With the way I am feeling right now, how did I ever make it this far? This weight is crushing. I'm gonna see my bishop tonight for guidance, and I'm trying to find a good counselor, but I guess evenings are hard to find spots in. I'll keep looking I guess.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Union Station.
Note: My first words I wrote on this blog were words of discontent; unsure of what to write. The following is a short allegory of a series of events that are right now happening in my life. I hope that I can help make a union station.
There is a beautiful train station, in a beautiful city somewhere in the world. The station makes plans a month in advance with a new touring line for their passengers to disembark for a day tour to visit to their beautiful city. This is no problem and the reservation is gladly accepted and marked on the months calendar. It's a month away, and the platform is hardly used for anything other than visitors; their is on very slim occasions a standing contract for offloading freight for when another platform might be in use.
The platform on this occasion has a freight train that will be coming shortly before the touring line. The platform operators make adjustments and give a heads up to the touring line, as a sign of good faith and business that the freight train will have been through the platform days earlier- but that certainly there should be no issues with the touring line. Besides, there are commitments that have been made with the freight line (contracts if you will) months, if not years in advance that set precedence over any other train line that may have to go through. The touring line, carefully thinks the situation over, realizing that there guests have paid good money to see the beautiful city think nothing of the slim chances that a freight line might off-load more than can be moved by the platform alone.
Upon the appointed time, the freight line arrives and so begins the offloading of parcels, boxes, and other here's and there's that a freight line would leave for a city. Before anyone has anytime to make adjustments, the platform begins to realize that there is too much freight than there is platform. Tensions arises and angers and emotion flare and while the freight insists they are doing what they intended, the station looks in disarray at the beautiful platform realizing that in a matter of days, the touring line will come through only to look at platform not detailed in the golds, and jewels, of say- the union station, but as more of a filled in port of box cars, and pallets.
The freight train, only leaving a day before the touring line's arrival, leaves the platform owners in dismay and perplexity on how they may present a city and not present themselves. It is a consequence seemed unavoidable- The platform will have to remain more of a ship yard, than of a union station.
Meanwhile a touring line roles quickly across the steel rails provided for vacation, destination, and sometimes shipment. The platform radios the incoming touring train a few days in advance of the situation and the conductor of the train with little words accepts the difficult situation and and prepares himself mentally for what may turn into a large catastrophe.
While the touring line is now hours away from the station. The station simply keeps there best to work and stay focused, and the thoughts creep in, "maybe it's best to just smile and show them what boxes are like."
The touring line arrives and with slight embarrassment and with quick apologies to the conductor, the platform staff prepares their hands to accompany any and all guests off the train who would like to see the city.
The touring train doors open and the travelers step down the steps to find what looks to be boxes that stand as tall as the ceiling. Checking there tour guide, they are slightly disappointed. Except for a few small young ones who look up, and see all the different things, and ask "Mommy, are we gonna learn what its like to work with trains?". The mother realizing her son was watching the young platform hands help the visitors smiles and also reealizing it is best to make due with the situation at hand simply replies "Yes dear, we're going to learn what it's like to work on trains"
The mothers gathered together come to the conductor, and the platform operator, ask if they can help and learn what its like to offload a platform and to learn what it's like to work with trains. Bewildered the operator smiles at the offer and gratefully says, "yes" and with not much more thought, the visitors and the platform hands all happily work together to help finish clearing the little freight still standing idly.
Boxes are moved and train cars are investigated by curious young boys. Girls pull out toys from some of the boxes that were slightly mangled from the long journey. Parents hold their children's hand and take photographs as their children try on the large jumpsuits of the men working for the platform. Smiles are had, laughs are returned, and the families of the touring line realize that the day is now over, and as they look at the platform they realize that have helped restore the platform into what it is usually known as- The Union Station.
There is a beautiful train station, in a beautiful city somewhere in the world. The station makes plans a month in advance with a new touring line for their passengers to disembark for a day tour to visit to their beautiful city. This is no problem and the reservation is gladly accepted and marked on the months calendar. It's a month away, and the platform is hardly used for anything other than visitors; their is on very slim occasions a standing contract for offloading freight for when another platform might be in use.
The platform on this occasion has a freight train that will be coming shortly before the touring line. The platform operators make adjustments and give a heads up to the touring line, as a sign of good faith and business that the freight train will have been through the platform days earlier- but that certainly there should be no issues with the touring line. Besides, there are commitments that have been made with the freight line (contracts if you will) months, if not years in advance that set precedence over any other train line that may have to go through. The touring line, carefully thinks the situation over, realizing that there guests have paid good money to see the beautiful city think nothing of the slim chances that a freight line might off-load more than can be moved by the platform alone.
Upon the appointed time, the freight line arrives and so begins the offloading of parcels, boxes, and other here's and there's that a freight line would leave for a city. Before anyone has anytime to make adjustments, the platform begins to realize that there is too much freight than there is platform. Tensions arises and angers and emotion flare and while the freight insists they are doing what they intended, the station looks in disarray at the beautiful platform realizing that in a matter of days, the touring line will come through only to look at platform not detailed in the golds, and jewels, of say- the union station, but as more of a filled in port of box cars, and pallets.
The freight train, only leaving a day before the touring line's arrival, leaves the platform owners in dismay and perplexity on how they may present a city and not present themselves. It is a consequence seemed unavoidable- The platform will have to remain more of a ship yard, than of a union station.
Meanwhile a touring line roles quickly across the steel rails provided for vacation, destination, and sometimes shipment. The platform radios the incoming touring train a few days in advance of the situation and the conductor of the train with little words accepts the difficult situation and and prepares himself mentally for what may turn into a large catastrophe.
While the touring line is now hours away from the station. The station simply keeps there best to work and stay focused, and the thoughts creep in, "maybe it's best to just smile and show them what boxes are like."
The touring line arrives and with slight embarrassment and with quick apologies to the conductor, the platform staff prepares their hands to accompany any and all guests off the train who would like to see the city.
The touring train doors open and the travelers step down the steps to find what looks to be boxes that stand as tall as the ceiling. Checking there tour guide, they are slightly disappointed. Except for a few small young ones who look up, and see all the different things, and ask "Mommy, are we gonna learn what its like to work with trains?". The mother realizing her son was watching the young platform hands help the visitors smiles and also reealizing it is best to make due with the situation at hand simply replies "Yes dear, we're going to learn what it's like to work on trains"
The mothers gathered together come to the conductor, and the platform operator, ask if they can help and learn what its like to offload a platform and to learn what it's like to work with trains. Bewildered the operator smiles at the offer and gratefully says, "yes" and with not much more thought, the visitors and the platform hands all happily work together to help finish clearing the little freight still standing idly.
Boxes are moved and train cars are investigated by curious young boys. Girls pull out toys from some of the boxes that were slightly mangled from the long journey. Parents hold their children's hand and take photographs as their children try on the large jumpsuits of the men working for the platform. Smiles are had, laughs are returned, and the families of the touring line realize that the day is now over, and as they look at the platform they realize that have helped restore the platform into what it is usually known as- The Union Station.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
For the record
For being as open as I am, it is amazing how often I am misunderstood. Though anyone who understands me would take the time. Maybe even read this. If everyone read this I'm not sure I would have much more to explain. I don't always come at a straight angle and explain who I am. But its all here. If people knew that, it wouldn't matter because somehow people will figure out ways to judge you by what you don't ever say. Maybe its because I am in a constant state of change. But I am content with that. But damned if its not hard as hell for people to keep up with. Maybe they don't want to keep up.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Head rushes are fun.
It's late I know, but tonight has been a good night for contemplation of sorts.
I haven't talked to anyone really at all today except for a few texts that tied the knots of a few conversations from the previous night. Altogether the day has been simply all about me. No one asking for favors, no wanting to hangout, no one really wondering how I am. Simply me time. Though today this was not the case, this "me" time can be difficult actually. Some people need that alone time. I suppose I need it too sometimes, but I wasn't really looking for it today. It just sort of happened. I did a lot of thinking. Here are some of my thoughts. Ready? Go.
I think some people went out tonight; I didn't get invited. I think I'm ok with that I think. I'm glad to know where I stand. Sounds weird if I were just to leave it like that, but what I mean is, I know where I stand with these people. I see their smiling faces at church and at different events, and I know they're just doing it to be nice. I appreciate that. Thanks for making it not awkward that you don't actually get me. Silly people really, because I suppose they can't handle anything that my be out there, or unorthodox. Still the same, I don't mind.
I'm glad I had something to do tonight even though I didn't go out. There's nothing else worse than when you are sitting at home, wishing you had something to do. That is where emotionally you drain or yourself- or at least I do. I hate not having purpose! It's the worse feeling in the world. You sit, and stare and wonder, What the hell am I doing? What should I be doing? Why am not doing it? Wait, what was I doing? Oh ya. Nothing. That's horrible!!! I'm so glad that's not how things were tonight
I was doing nice things for very nice people. I am making a craft niknak thing. It's pretty coo. I was inspired because of a blog. I have referred to it in a previous post about "I could do that"... The "I could do that" is a craft that I am making for my friend, and I can't wait to give it. It's gonna be awesome. I hope I don't give anything away by publishing this post.
My hands are so sore though, I was screwing in these little eyelets into a piece of wood, and oh man, my fingers hurt soooo bad. Labors of love, I say! It's that feeling you get when you haven't been playing your guitar like you should for a while, and your press down on the strings, and after 15 or 20 minutes of playing you fingers are super sensitive and you don't wanna press down on anything. That's this.
I had a really good nap earlier. Thank you to my brother for waking me up, before I slept through the whole effing night. That would have really screwed up my sleeping habits. So here I am writing a post recounting my adventures of today. Work today, I felt alone. or distant from friends and family. I think it's slightly because I was tired. I didn't feel depressed as I accounted to one of my friends who had text me (she had been bragging that she was at the beach and it was 78 degrees, that bitch, just kidding /no bitch) it was a feeling of silence and slight distance as if you're on your own private island for a day. The great feelings of being on your own private island superseding the feelings that it would be nice to have someone with you. That's what it was today. It was refreshing.
I got work done. I'm almost done with my craft project. I have church tomorrow. I'm gonna finish my project and then work on studying for my classes. It's been, and it's gonna finish to be a good weekend.
:)
I haven't talked to anyone really at all today except for a few texts that tied the knots of a few conversations from the previous night. Altogether the day has been simply all about me. No one asking for favors, no wanting to hangout, no one really wondering how I am. Simply me time. Though today this was not the case, this "me" time can be difficult actually. Some people need that alone time. I suppose I need it too sometimes, but I wasn't really looking for it today. It just sort of happened. I did a lot of thinking. Here are some of my thoughts. Ready? Go.
I think some people went out tonight; I didn't get invited. I think I'm ok with that I think. I'm glad to know where I stand. Sounds weird if I were just to leave it like that, but what I mean is, I know where I stand with these people. I see their smiling faces at church and at different events, and I know they're just doing it to be nice. I appreciate that. Thanks for making it not awkward that you don't actually get me. Silly people really, because I suppose they can't handle anything that my be out there, or unorthodox. Still the same, I don't mind.
I'm glad I had something to do tonight even though I didn't go out. There's nothing else worse than when you are sitting at home, wishing you had something to do. That is where emotionally you drain or yourself- or at least I do. I hate not having purpose! It's the worse feeling in the world. You sit, and stare and wonder, What the hell am I doing? What should I be doing? Why am not doing it? Wait, what was I doing? Oh ya. Nothing. That's horrible!!! I'm so glad that's not how things were tonight
I was doing nice things for very nice people. I am making a craft niknak thing. It's pretty coo. I was inspired because of a blog. I have referred to it in a previous post about "I could do that"... The "I could do that" is a craft that I am making for my friend, and I can't wait to give it. It's gonna be awesome. I hope I don't give anything away by publishing this post.
My hands are so sore though, I was screwing in these little eyelets into a piece of wood, and oh man, my fingers hurt soooo bad. Labors of love, I say! It's that feeling you get when you haven't been playing your guitar like you should for a while, and your press down on the strings, and after 15 or 20 minutes of playing you fingers are super sensitive and you don't wanna press down on anything. That's this.
I had a really good nap earlier. Thank you to my brother for waking me up, before I slept through the whole effing night. That would have really screwed up my sleeping habits. So here I am writing a post recounting my adventures of today. Work today, I felt alone. or distant from friends and family. I think it's slightly because I was tired. I didn't feel depressed as I accounted to one of my friends who had text me (she had been bragging that she was at the beach and it was 78 degrees, that bitch, just kidding /no bitch) it was a feeling of silence and slight distance as if you're on your own private island for a day. The great feelings of being on your own private island superseding the feelings that it would be nice to have someone with you. That's what it was today. It was refreshing.
I got work done. I'm almost done with my craft project. I have church tomorrow. I'm gonna finish my project and then work on studying for my classes. It's been, and it's gonna finish to be a good weekend.
:)
Friday, February 11, 2011
I'm thankful
Im thankful for friends and family, that accept me for more than my impecible and dashing good looks. That accept the heart that I carry so closely on my sleeve. I'm not perfect and am often misunderstood. I do it to myself. I am a wild card by nature.
I'm thankful for the man walking down the street that slurred the small words "wonderful day". I'm thankful for his positive attitude as it was obvious with his cane he was overcoming some sort of paralysis. God bless him.
Thankful for good music, and for people who share it with me. I'm so thankful for so many things in my life, and I must also give credit to a dear God who sees fit to make my life a living hell. I am thankful that I am given the strength, tools, friends, and family to overcome such obsticles to create for myself a soul that I could not have done for myself
Sunday, February 6, 2011
"I could do that"
It's a great phrase. Possibly the greatest phrase in American history.
Every leader of our country in government, business, and entertainment (sports or otherwise) has spoken those very words at one point or another. Each leader at a young age most likely had a hero, or possibly a villain they believed that they could become or possibly conquer. Some of those villains might have been mental. With each person, within themselves is a great resolve for greatness. It begins with "I could do that." and every person who has lost hope probably held their dreams in their grasp for a brief moment, only to shortly lose it. They may have said "I could've have done that" followed by a simple or elaborate excuse on why they never reached there full potential.
"I could do that", can be extremely simple, like going to the store instead making your mother go instead. And as dark as the circumstance may be, "I could do that" could be as prolific as one man in Tunisia who when he set himself ablaze inadvertently lead a revolution. The others who felt as he did may be saying, "we can do this" now.
Mahatma Gandhi said:
Indeed we have that ability to be that change in the world.
More simply, I found something that I didn't expect to be the change in, but tonight as I was reading my friends blog I saw some interesting designs and I thought to myself. "I can do that". It was simple really, all I need in supplies is about 25 or 30 dollars. The items were being sold for over 100 dollars. Not only did I know that I could do that, I knew that I could be better!
So I pose a question: Who do we see or what do see that we say, "I could do that" and can't we also say in the same thought, "...and I can do it better". Without any sort of dishonest pride, we we should want to be able to do something better than someone else. This is innovation. This is why we have AC and DC current. This is why we have Android and Apple. Why we have NASA and the fallen Soviet Space Program.
It's interesting what your mind can spark if you give it a small seed. All I thought about was making these cool nic-nacs for a fraction of the price. My mind began to question, "What else can you do Willy?" It's time to stop going to work for the purpose of getting a paycheck. It's time for others to get inside there own head and figure out what we all can do, that others are doing as well.
Here's a math equation for you
I (could) do that + will = I will do that
Mitch, if you're reading this, I know.
Every leader of our country in government, business, and entertainment (sports or otherwise) has spoken those very words at one point or another. Each leader at a young age most likely had a hero, or possibly a villain they believed that they could become or possibly conquer. Some of those villains might have been mental. With each person, within themselves is a great resolve for greatness. It begins with "I could do that." and every person who has lost hope probably held their dreams in their grasp for a brief moment, only to shortly lose it. They may have said "I could've have done that" followed by a simple or elaborate excuse on why they never reached there full potential.
"I could do that", can be extremely simple, like going to the store instead making your mother go instead. And as dark as the circumstance may be, "I could do that" could be as prolific as one man in Tunisia who when he set himself ablaze inadvertently lead a revolution. The others who felt as he did may be saying, "we can do this" now.
Mahatma Gandhi said:
"be the change that you want to see in the world."
Indeed we have that ability to be that change in the world.
More simply, I found something that I didn't expect to be the change in, but tonight as I was reading my friends blog I saw some interesting designs and I thought to myself. "I can do that". It was simple really, all I need in supplies is about 25 or 30 dollars. The items were being sold for over 100 dollars. Not only did I know that I could do that, I knew that I could be better!
So I pose a question: Who do we see or what do see that we say, "I could do that" and can't we also say in the same thought, "...and I can do it better". Without any sort of dishonest pride, we we should want to be able to do something better than someone else. This is innovation. This is why we have AC and DC current. This is why we have Android and Apple. Why we have NASA and the fallen Soviet Space Program.
It's interesting what your mind can spark if you give it a small seed. All I thought about was making these cool nic-nacs for a fraction of the price. My mind began to question, "What else can you do Willy?" It's time to stop going to work for the purpose of getting a paycheck. It's time for others to get inside there own head and figure out what we all can do, that others are doing as well.
Here's a math equation for you
I (could) do that + will = I will do that
Mitch, if you're reading this, I know.
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