“It’s/Just”

...how often do we use this phrase to justify our situation?  Diminishing the significance of something to avoid the emotional conflict it creates is...well, cowardice at face value. Self proclaimed to be a person of principle and upstanding to ones beliefs and values is deteriorated to a certain extent every time we make these exceptions though. Yet,  taking this to the other extreme is toxic in and of itself in that we wrap boundaries around our capacity to grow. All of this points to a much deeper truth, we are all prisoners to our impulses. Ignore them, and they haunt you with their subconscious craving. Give them the reigns, and you stir your life into a constant state of turmoil. Balancing between the two is the never ending story of being a modern day human being. I’m no different than everyone else when it comes to this struggle. The tiny bit of guilt following this impulse subservience isn’t enough to keep us awake at night, but cumulatively they do wear down our decision making skills to the point where we overlook the real trade offs we are addressing. Just as when dealing with others, a series of false truths can quickly become an avalanche of denial. This is precisely why values and beliefs anchor our perceptions. 

 

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  “...$20 Burger😳” 

 Now, let’s take a look at the landscape of humanity around us today. Values and principles are terms shoveled around by those with enough abundance to stave off worry of survival. The majority of the humans living on earth at this very moment compromise honor for need pretty regularly. It’s not a terrible thing in reality, but a necessary moral dilemma in fact. I would venture to say, that those same people are only called to weigh their options a small percentage of the time. The large majority of the decisions facing them can be evaluated absent of the emotional conflict. The point I’m driving here is this, building your life around social norms as though they are absolutes is short sighted to the spectrum of the big picture. Rules provide texture to our expectations for others. “If everyone does what they’re supposed to do, order is served up” Let you in on a secret...that shit is naive as fuck! How much emphasis we place on something definitely drives its context in our lives. Because something is valuable to us doesn’t make it a treasure. 

 

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  “...add artichokes & jalapeño’s” 

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Once again, life is all about getting over something. Yourself mostly, but we only have so many moments to work through. Defining the intensity of each and every aspect of a life is way too much deliberation to choke down. I’m not condoning just ignoring everything either. I’m saying build your morals around honesty with yourself first and foremost. Shrinking the gap between the accountability you hold yourself to versus the standards you hold others to. I believe it’s vital to accepting others with any true meaning. The difference in existing and thriving. One can only truly know their perspective, and applying that to anyone else is ridiculous at best. Just as assuming the series of little lies we stuff down our own faces to avoid being honest with ourselves does not convey to doing likewise to others, especially if we care about them. Here in this detail we can grasp the magnitude of how this cycle works. “Not such a big deal to me, must not be a big deal to so in so” That’s the amplifier that launches the dicey ride, and the slippery slope is a long ass horrible time. Whatever the specific circumstances are the golden rule is always applicable. 

 

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  “...😎” 

   #imagine

 

 

“Honor/Due”

President George H.W. Bush  

June 12, 1924 - November 30, 2018

 

   "No problem of human making is too great to be overcome by human ingenuity, human energy, and the untiring hope of the human spirit."

 

I believe the man behind the imagery of his achievements represents the essence of what we define and identify with as character. That feeling comes to me as I reflect on my life during the influence of this man. George Bush was committed to guiding this country through the ever increasing complexity of a world in transition. My awareness wasn’t nearly as evolved as it is today, so blindly benefiting from the leadership of others was my existence. Awakening into a world transformed in my thirties, the fingerprints of President Bush were all around. Communism was this emotional weight from my earliest memories, and watching it’s threat to my mere existence was a part of everyday life in some form or fashion. There was a sense of relief when it collapsed throughout Eastern Europe and Russia. While not fully responsible for the fall of Soviet Communism, his participation was endeared into my memories. The idea of two opposing ideologies possessing the capacity to end the human race with the push of a button was incredibly disturbing to me as a child. Conceptualizing the understanding that me and everything around me was extinguishable with no consideration for what that meant to me was a dark cloud. The complete regression away from that confrontation was a profound moment in time for those of us affected by its threat. Facilitating this epic event ties this man to my life for the end of my days.