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 Perspective3 comments
category picture29 Oct 2006 @ 23:06

Thinking people; you either love them or hate them. I tend to love them. And I don’t mean to imply that any people don’t think; but I’m talking about people who are open to pondering the wonders of life, meaning, what matters in life as opposed to what entertains.

I’m one of those people; and if you can’t deal with that and think I’m weird and would judge me for it; I’ll live. It isn’t like not having a date to the prom- laughs-I never made it to either of my proms. But this relates to the point I’m making, at that time it seemed like not going to the prom would ruin my life. Now it means nothing. Time doesn’t make everyone wise; but for those who are watching and thinking, it gives us one advantage; and that is a matter of perspective.

If you look at my pictures, one of them is a beautiful scene of a field, green distant mountains against a sky. And I added a comment that without contrast all life would blur into one indistinct picture. I meant this philosophically. If we had a life without challenges or hardships, something that helps us to put things into perspective, then our emotional growth would be stunted like – excuse me if you are a princess- those spoiled princesses who have half million dollar birthday parties, get a new Mercedes, and then cry because the limo that picked them up wasn’t the color they wanted. The rest of the world says, “What are you thinking! Put this all in perspective…if you can’t be happy with all this, then you really have some emotional issues!”

For those who are curious to go further; perspective is like contrast. If you put white words against a gray background they don’t pop out as much as if you put white words on a black background. The stark difference between the two colors allows you to see what is being said much more clearly.

How does that relate to perspective? Perspective allows us to see how important events are and then to deal with them accordingly. One of the gifts of the elderly, which are unfortunately shifted into the background rather than forefront of society, is that they’ve been there and done that. If the car crashes and nobody gets hurt, they are most likely to tell you it’s no big deal; you’ll get over it. If someone rejects you or betrays you; they’ll be the first to tell you; “You’ll live and learn to love again.”

Many years ago I made a declaration; some of which I now regret. I said, “I want to be a wise old sage when I grow up!” What was I thinking? Just look at my picture and I think to think I asked for premature aging! I should have just said I wanted to be a wise sage and left it at that. “Old! Bah! Humbug!” Heck, I should have asked to be like Aragorn who at eighty was running around slaying Orcs.

I was nineteen and a half – just kidding- as you get older those “halfs” mean absolutely nothing, when I made that abrupt declaration. I was in a rock band, and a scholarship athlete. My goals up to this point had to do with becoming a pro athlete or rock star.

Backtrack. I grew up a problem child. In retrospect some of my problems were clearly ones of perspective. Getting rejected by girls or getting cut from the seventh grade basketball team despite being the tallest kid in the grade, clearly laughable issues now, were devastating when I was in my young teens. At that time, those events seemed to define my life; confirming my feelings that I was a misfit loser.

Now, again, fast forward: I became a small time basketball star; was in a rock band that coulda, shoulda, woulda made it all the way had the lead singer been faithful to his wife. We were that close to the big leagues. I wrote a few songs other people recorded. I went from pariah to the guy the girls fought over- which lasted all about two minutes- but those were two pretty great minutes.

But even when life turned around for me, I was sad, and expected at any time the prince would turn once again into the pumpkin.

“Come on Nate, were you happy or sad?”

I now have a completely different perspective on life; on suffering; on values; on what really matters. I wish I could impart all that I’ve learned to those who would know what I’ve learned. Even if I wrote books, there are some things that only time will teach you.

Still, for the sakes of those who are going through difficulties in life, who feel worthless, ugly, that life and circumstances are overwhelming. Now that I’ve been there and done that, and have some perspective, those seemingly dark periods in life are mostly seasons; that if you weather them, you will grow and find you not only survived but came out a better person, a person who had something of value to say to others.

When I was young I think I underwent virtually every kind of shame, abuse, and humiliation a person can endure- or in my case almost didn’t endure. All of those things – the seeming worst events- would make me laugh now. It was not that they didn’t mean anything; rather it was that I can see past those kind of things that the worst of events don’t have to define us.

“If I’d only knew then what I know now!” But I can’t go back; so instead, through my writing and my art I’ve determined to share some perspective, what I’ve learned, for the sakes of those who would enjoy it.  More >

 Sojourner finds a friendly tree1 comment
picture20 Oct 2006 @ 01:24
Some woods are a refuge for the weary traveler. Others are a snare and filled with bitter waters and angry roots that claw and gnaw upon the unsuspecting. Sojourner finds a kind and wise old tree that warns him to watch his steps.  More >

 Some forests are angry1 comment
picture20 Oct 2006 @ 01:06
Thickets and thorn-laced vine entwine into dark nightmarish forests. Foul eyes follow the vexed souls traversing their lands and the lost are quickly ensnared in their trappings.  More >

 Cartemay on the Shore7 comments
picture8 Oct 2006 @ 23:10
The Seer was a brilliant man, the greatest spell-breaker of his times. He was able to read signs and interpret dreams, but he was also as forgetful as any child with a severe attention deficit disorder, forever forgeting where he was going or what he was doing at a given moment. He was always solving riddles in his mind, anticipating the enemies' next move, or pondering the meaning of Sacred Texts; but he would also find himself late for appointments or forgetting them altogether.

The object he lost most frequently was his staff, at least every other day. He chided himself, "Where did I lay it this time? I'm more concerned with the events of other realms than here where I'm standing at this given moment! Drat this horrible memory of mine!"

Here in this picture, the Seer is relieved to have found the golden staff by a tree.  More >

 The Invisible Seer2 comments
picture8 Oct 2006 @ 23:01
Cartemay walked the earth for thousands of years. One day he slid into deep prayer while in meditation and he began to disappear. As his friend Leeda watched on, first his arms, his face, and then his legs disappeaed. He appeared a walking headless ghost until soon after his garments also followed. Cartemay transported into a place outside the known Seven Realms, beyond the gaze of his enemies. This place existed between Heaven and Earth. He was aware of everything happening on this Earth he was standing on, but the Seer also saw a far off wonder, a Living Light whose power was great and terrible, sitting on a throne more colorful and radianct than a vivid rainbow.

Whenever Cartemay returned his appearance occurred in reverse order, first his garments and staff, followed by his body. At times when need required a sudden return, the violence of his appearing tore the atmostphere, sending forth violent streams of lightening, smoke, and bright flickering lights.  More >

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True love is more than a feeling, it's an act of the will. Feelings can be fleeting, and should be the tail in our decision making process, and never the head. In other words, if I don't feel like loving today, I should not avoid doing what love requires on that basis. If someone needs me, I must look at our relationship, and make an informed choice to sometimes show love when I least feel like it.

We understand that parents must be there for children, even when they anger us, or disappoint us. This same principle is true for all relationships.

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    If I waited to do the right thing until I was "moved" to do the right thing, most times, the right thing wouldn't get done. For this reason, we need a hierarchy of values and principles. For me, love is the highest value. If I pass someone in need, I may not feel particularly loving on that day. In fact, helping them may be an inconvenience, or worse. It may cost me. It's not what we do that we 'feel like doing', that often defines us, but what we do when we don't feel much like doing it. I can hug someone who makes me feel squishy with delight. It's hugging those I don't feel like hugging, because in my will, I do care, that defines me. If I care, but my feelings are disconnected, this doesn't make me insincere. It makes me realize that sometimes my feelings lag behind what I know to be right. Often, I have reached out to people that I didn't really feel warm feelings for. In fact, some were difficult and cold. However, I often was rewarded by seeing the light of life sparked in their eyes. Sometimes we are like a match that kindles a warm flame in a cold fireplace. They have the fuel, but need someone to light it. I have never regreted the risks of love, but have often regreted not taking the risk. Love the unlovely. Love the seemingly unloveable. I don't mean you should risk putting yourself before hostility. In that case, you might want to get a second or third opinion. But in most cases, we pass cold and distant people, and they seem as walking dead. Sometimes its simply because of fear and inner loneliness, and they are beaten down and afraid to open up. The risks of love pale in comparrison to the rewards.