Community and love as basis for my thoughts and actions are like a highway. It’s a highway that is incomplete, but as time progresses new sections are laid down in the pathways of my mind. The gaps in it branch off to older, rural roads, rutted and narrow. These are the avenues of the ego and intolerance. They’re built on instinct and misinterpretations of conduct I took as truth from those I idolized. How much of thought should be built on self-realization, and how much on dogma? Dogma is written by others, but that in itself doesn’t make it invalid.
So the construction continues, and on those new, pristine channels my consciousness glides over, I look at the world around me without judgement, but aceeptance, and celebration. Here’s to investing more of my mental budget to transportation.
What is it that prompts emotional growth? For biological things, nutrients and environment are the biggest factors, along with any motivated conditioning. But what about love, compassion, or social awareness? If one is loved does one learn love? If one is shown compassion is it learnable?
Physical growth is possible largely due to physical factors. So is emotional growth based on emotional factors? From my experience it seems like dramatic change prompts growth, however this may only be as the change is memorable, so the events immediately afterwards tend to be catalogued with more scrutiny. Am I able to love as I do now because of thirty years of slow, accumulated caring? Could I have realized these things any sooner if I had diverted more resources to the cause? If that is the case, then we do have direct control over how growth as human beings. Our free will permits us the opportunity to optimize this equation. So it is quite true that a man is best judged not by what he has, but how he spends his time.
This is another thing I mean to understand more fully in my heart. If I did there would be much less guilt in my life, and much more satisfaction. Thanks to the powers that gave me the conscience to realize this.
I think I have at least one other post with this name already, but it is not practical to go looking for it now since I am on the phone. Changes was the name of the last Monkees album before the group broke up, at that point it was just Micky and Davy left to fulfill their contracts.
Anyway, this year, at least thw last seven months have been rocky. From the great kanto earthquake the normal flow of my winter ended. I went from thinking about where I would go skiing next weekend to which flight I may have to take out of Japan.
In a matter of weeks everything was different and I was on medication to just make it through the day.
And now I am living with someone, not just physically but emotionally. I yearn to go home just to be with someone I can no longer stand to be without.
At the same time we wore through one of the most difficult parts of our company’s history, and my sense of responsibilty took consumption of my life to ne w levels. Only this time my heart was stronger and I held fast, almost too well. At the expense of my art and my personal life, I am in the process of another lost year.
It is tough for those below as it is for those above. It is tough on everybody.