Monthly Archives: July 2014

The ‘morrow (version 1)

Well this at least fleshes out the imagery and concepts that I wanted to turn into a poem, overall I don’t think it flows particularly right so I figure it is a work in progress and may as well record it so I don’t forget it and can come back to it later. I really do wish I was better at articulating things that tend to circulate around in my noggin.


“Dwell not on yesterday for its race has been done,
Of lessons, tribulations and battles now won.
Good or Bad; right or wrong,
We each search for where we belong.

Pain and regret companions now,
Make your choice; to whom do you bow?

Dwell not upon the past you cannot change,
For if you do what shall remain?
Unto us we are given each day,
With it shall you find a way?

With each night the ‘morrow comes,
Can you figure out what must be done?

Although the past now feels prearranged,
The future is yours, it can be changed.
Walk through each day as if it’s your last,
For mortal lives they go too fast.

Have you figured out what has been done?
For with each new day you have already won.”

Memories

The human brain is definitely a curious thing, we all possess one and the extent in which we make use of it differs from individual to individual. It’s a wondrous organ responsible for our cognitive thought processes allowing for logical and rational thinking in what I like to hope is most of us. Aside from being the primary driver in our sentience and a key component of what makes us each it is also one of the greatest compression and extrapolation engines around in how we process, store, and recall our memories.

Memories they are scattered throughout our minds more often than not stored as fragments in different places and over time potentially incomplete however sights and sounds can act as a trigger and we then go about reconstructing and extrapolating the missing pieces to form a more complete, if not 100% accurate recollection of our pasts. Yesterday was somewhat interesting in that regard for me as I was sitting quietly on the bus heading into the daily ritual of being a working adult in a 9-5’er just listening to my ipod and not doing a great deal of thinking for a change when my mind decides to revisit experiences and people I once knew in high school, complete with sensory recollection of some things and I am honestly unsure of the trigger in this instance; Perhaps it was just the act of a wandering mind and sitting on a bus heading towards another day on a similar route to that of school days long gone.

It’s actually somewhat scary when I look back on it. Some things feel as if they were rather recent, some feel fresh in my mind and yet all of this took place in the 90’s and over 15/16 years have passed since those days. I have grown, matured, and made mistakes but they have all contributed to what makes me who I am today. And whilst sometimes keeping my mental state in balance and sometimes I struggle to halt a slide into apathy overall I like who I have become and I don’t want to be what I have been or anything other than me. All those years ago I didn’t really have a clue what I wanted to be when I grew up (mad scientist and astronaut did feature prominently) and I never would have guessed I would be doing what I am now I still don’t really consider myself “all grown up” sure I’m an adult and overall I am not really childish in most if not all things most of the time and overall I have no real clue what I will be when I do grow up but to me it is the journey that matters.

We all have our path to walk through life, even if there is no set destination (well except death, we all end up there at some point in the future; and at least without time travel we can’t find ourselves catching up to that point accidentally before time) and although I do not really have a destination in mind it will not stop me walking the path being the eternal student and optimist. There will always be things to see and learn and I hope the day never comes that I feel I have seen or done it all. But overall when I grow up I hope to have made the world, or at least the world for some people a better and brighter place.

And I guess my lesson is to try and let go of the past, for it cannot be changed; Old man Zangetsu said it pretty well.

“Cast off your fear!
Look Forward, go forward!
Never stand still, retreat and you will age.
Hesitate and you will die”

Intuition

in·tu·i·tion (nt-shn, -ty-)
n.
1.
a. The act or faculty of knowing or sensing without the use of rational processes; immediate cognition. See Synonyms at reason.

b. Knowledge gained by the use of this faculty; a perceptive insight.

2. A sense of something not evident or deducible; an impression.


Well depending on your way of looking at things it really hasn’t been my week for ineractions with the horseless carriages of the world; Or it’s the week in which my intuition had been really making itself felt.

Last week I was walking down my street heading home from a long day at work very much lost in my thoughts looking forward to kicking back with a coffee when from the other end of the street a fellow denizen was headed off for whatever the evening had in store for them. Given that we were on opposite sides of the road I didn’t think too much of it until I had the urge to be off the road so I stepped up past the curb, about a second later the oncoming car decided my was apparently the place to be proceeding to swerve and come towards where I just was. Mistake quickly rectified and they then got back on their side of the road.

Fast forward to this evening and I’m waiting at the intersection near subiaco square to cross the road and head to the train station. The lights turn red, a few seconds later the little crosswalk dude goes green and begins his sqwark, hey it’s cool you can cross now signaling to any normal person that it’s safe to cross.

But then again I have never been normal, which is probably a good thing as I had the feeling to wait a few more seconds which meant that I was not in the middle of the road when the woman who was not there when the light turned red came flying up to and then around the corner, she must have really been in a hurry to get home.

Now the velocities they were travelling were unlikely to kill me in the event of a collision unless I was unlucky they definitely would have left me banged up with a few things broken, so I am quite thankful I can still move about under my own locomotion.

But Joel’s message to his fellow downunderin’s, we all have places to be, things we would rather be doing so please don’t let your impatience cause pain or the ultimate loss to another.