“Sucked/uP”

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  “...essence of the fifty years this pecan wood gave to becoming the presence of this gathering with the swine” 

 

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   “...the realization of the blended stories of two powerful forces”

 

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   “...the land yields the substance for life”

 

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  “...the sky is smiling”

 

 

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   “...no words necessary”

 

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   “...go Cub’s????😳”

 

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   “...layered to perfection, the stratus of goodness wales down upon the spirit for the flavors of our memories”

 

 

  #gravy train 

“Down/South”

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   “...rolling thunder”

   “...imminent front”

 

   “...change delivery”

 

   “...tasty vittles”

 

Being a son of the South, I love basking in the cultural nuances and traditions. It’s not all about slavery and racism, you realize we didn’t invent either of those social scars. Honor and hospitality are the codes for those of us, who love their mommas and appreciate the respect aligned with embracing something beyond yourself. Satisfaction is an accomplishment, not a transient disposition. We all live to a certain capacity, southerners assess life with a differing intensity. The journey does matter to the outcome. 

 

 

  “...before,during,after” 

I’m very much reminded of the capabilities of the human condition run amuck this past week. Yet again, we revisit the entire concept of human rights, and a single society’s right to express their freedoms with possession of arms for the illusion of self defense. Murder is the byproduct, whenever justice is held at bay from mandated civility in deciding whose death was an accident, and whose was intentional. Emotional disposition isn’t a box to be checked, whenever you go to buy a weapon, just as long as you’ve never been convicted of the subjective idea of a felony. All those, whose lives were extinguished, will never debate the rationale of why so many guns. They lie silently in the grave from the illegitimate notion, it’s a human right to bear those arms for freedom...

 

  “...beers, wings, dumpster, birthday’s” 

 

 

  #southern pride 

 

“Minimal/Attributes”

   “Less...is more”

How often do we overstate the complexity of a situation, when searching for a solution? If you’re a modern technologically engaged 21st Century person, quite often. Don’t get me wrong, life increases in its minimal complexity with every add on of innovation, but how we apply that latest understanding still ties back to a basic existence for each of us. Communication is obviously such a big aspect of this paradigm, with the advent of smartphones and social media taking command of a significant apportioned of the conscious objective. Reaching outward to the community at large has replaced reaching inward to thy known self. Gossip and opinions rule the day for this social inner action, spreading us into tightly bound subcultures focused on separation, not connection. There is a cycle to this madness, as a minority of early adopters shift towards advanced realities, leaving behind the thickest portion of the bell curve distribution to continue in their indulgence. 

 

We have always pondered the concept of time within this species of ours. Look how long it took us to formulate a reasonable theory of how to track its passing. Most people during the great Egyptian times were completely oblivious to what any unit of unit of time short of a sunrise/sunset meant to their lives. There were no time pieces to coordinate meetings with, and sundials were community things, that only the anointed elite possessed. Try to imagine your life absent of some form of clock! Yet, even with the advent of portable personal time tracking devices, the concept of time remains contextually bound to our immediate surroundings. We use the cognitive powers of memory and imagination to shift outside the present moment, even that fails to deliver perspective for a meaningful understanding of the effects of time on changes. Humans talk and write extensively on their thoughts outside of a moment, only to marginalize all that by discounting the value of one moment, whenever convenient. “Aww...I’ll deal with that matter later on” Instead of ranking moments by perceived emotional significance, couldn’t we plot their impact on a larger scale? Autonomically, we are budgeted by the bodies basic needs in order to survive. We breathe, and circulate that intake of oxygen through our bloodstream without a millisecond of consideration for why. Can we not also apply some degree of conscious budgeting to our lives as well? 

 

We are inherently social creatures, searching for a sense of belonging as evident with our fascination for social media connectivity. Satisfying whatever emotional longings we possess by searching for some missing recognition or purpose. Time, on the other hand, know no sense of emotional satisfaction. The merging of these two aspects of our lives would seem to be huge benefit for productively growing beyond the constraints of our past self's. Rather than gorging at the "All you can feel" buffet for emotional engagement, place some budgeting measuring into the moment by moment construct of each and every day. Stop allowing these emotions to build and linger within our lives, and measure the context of how that specific feeling will be used outside of that precise occurrence. We discard shit all the fucking time, that fails to serve any useful future purpose. So, why don't we budget our emotions in a similar manner? Surveying the lifespan of any event, and scrutinizing it's utility value over any meaningful span of time, begins the process of reconciling this auditing process for living in a satisfied sense of now for every moment of your life. Think about the "Why" of lingering in any expanded emotional contemplation over pieces of time and life. If your now is at a constant level of full, where's the capacity for past and future. If your now is cluttered with too much past and future, what does that suggest about your now? Regardless of how you perceive all of this for your life, time marches on, and your life is a finite segment of it's measurement. Time is the currency for what measures fulfillment, not bundles of feelings existing only in your consciousness...