Music To My Ears

Music--The transcendent highway beyond which lies the embodiment of every emotional state and philosophic endeavor. The vibrations against the eardrum allow for melancholic ideals to become unsuppressed in a quick, yet subtle instance.

The small insight that arouses the senses arranges our state of mind as though we were the tool by which it performed. As the drums continue to beat, we ask ourselves: Do we make music, or does the music make us?

Our appearance, our actions, our choices, seem to only be influenced by the strong and endearing essence of rhythm. Our humor, or character, even our clothing, are all guided by the beat of a drum.

If we are the originators of music, how then do we go about constructing it? Is it through self-indulgence of inner desires? Or perhaps it's the ubiquitous nature that surrounds us.

By no means do we make music... With only a quick glance at the color and style of your t-shirt, it's easy to see that music has made you...

Limbic State Of Mind

Emotions are the dials to which we set our life to run. In response to query or action, emotions are the driving source of both the ideal lifestyle, or of our deepest remorse.

It is only fair that these sensations are what appear to be our state of mind. Yet wise is the man who can control such impulses. The expression of such cogitation is the foundation upon which the indecisiveness of man can only begin to be comprehended.

Take for example your significant other. The cheery expression shared between the two of you, stimulates the mind and causes a smile to appear on your face. What then? Is this mishap a gathering of emotions set about against your own desires with a preconceived illustration of translusive thought? Or can that person truly make ill-conceived notion disperse with only the slightest of gestures?

It is not the mind that causes us to love. The feeling is instilled within us just as the right of survival. Love is not the action of having feelings, but the expression of said notions under and within the boundaries of uncontradictive valor.

A Dividing Line

What makes a good person "good?"

The demeanor by which we act is but an ambiguous sense of what reality holds for the life and value of any certain person. In a sense, what we hold to be "good," is the dividing line between reality and morality.

Friedrich Nietzsche once said, "The greatest narcotics of Europe were alcohol and Christianity." Although the repercussions of early Christianity are still felt in our day, it cannot be withheld that it has done just as much, if not more good--and so the point of view of some, becomes the judgment of others...

Is choice the process by which we conspire to achieve? Or is it the ability to judge what others beget through merits of their own unconscious valor?

If we are to contrivance the ideals of others as to make them our own, why then become individualistic if the portal of opportunity closes upon the slightest whim?

I Act, Therefore I Think

Mark Twain once said, "Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." If the mundane intricacies of clothing can make us who we are, what have we to say about our own thoughts?

A man who does without thinking is foolish.

A man who thinks without doing is paltry.

If our thoughts can inadvertently lead to our demise or victory, why then do we not give them attention? I ask you, the reader, this one question: Do our thoughts guide our actions? Or do our actions guide our thoughts? The resolution may seem easy at first, but before you make your decision, think about whether it was your actions, or your thoughts that lead you to that theory--For a theory is merely a thought.

Upon spelling some whimsical nonsense without thinking about the implications of his words, some find later that it wasn't a bad idea. Yet there are others who contemplate their situations and later act on those previous thoughts thinking it was a good idea at the time.

The question remains: Should we rely on our thoughts, the only singular thing that can only be possessed by our own selves, or should we act, and let our thoughts and worries follow suit?

If the line between right and wrong are drawn with the pencil of our thoughts, our actions can only complicate the process...

Mishappiness

Is happiness a feeling or a thought? Is it found inside of a box, or outside of a home? Constituents of both sides feel they present an argument obtusely different from the last. However misconstrued the sight of it may be, happiness is only a word...

If my yellow is your canary, then your happiness is my guise.

"The soul is a sphere which retains the integrity of its own from if it does not bulge or contract for anything, does not flare or subside, but keeps the constant light by which it sees the truth of all things and the truth in itself." Marcus Aurelius

So what now of this intimate feeling? As I describe my thought, your object comes to life. But what of the ignorant who have not the experiences that suffice our precepts to integral parts? Is happiness a mere feeling then? Or is it something more?

When you step back to see the sum for its wholes, you find a feeling. You find a thought. You find a box. You find the outside. When you step back and appreciate it all, you find yourself...

Cot in The Middle

"When you are reluctant to get up from your sleep, remind yourself that it is your constitution and man's nature to perform social acts, whereas sleep is something you share with dumb animals." Marcus Aurelius

Now that what accords with the nature of each being is thereby the more closely related to it, the more in its essence, and indeed the more to its liking.

When we dream, our minds do not escape the life of which we take part, yet they build upon the precepts that fabricate our very being. It is however, the right of everyone to think of their future not as a far-fetched dream, but as a reality waiting to happen.

Let it not be forgotten for that short time in which we dwell in our dreams, we are invincible. We are untouchable. Our preconceptions are the imminent and foretold desire of our minds, yet we heed them not.

If we are to rest from our days activities, are we not also meant to be active in our minds?

The Dive

The water in which we choose to swim, is not always clear.

Dense and ubiquitous, our bodies find themselves conforming to the waters shape--not the other way around. When you enter the water, your vision is skewed and can become misleading through the trance of reflection and diffraction.

The question: What is gained from the dive into the liquid that hinders our vision, makes us conform to its shape, and stresses the body?

We emerge. And when we do, we are stronger.

You cannot choose the water in which you immerse yourself--only what you will attain from the sensations that lie beneath.

The True Marksman

A goal is not unlike the advancement of man: through time and progression, one learns what will help, and what will hinder the push to become that to which we aspire. Knowing beforehand what we seek, is only half the battle.

Decisions constantly surround us. Only we possess the sole power of choice and reason. Through their guide, we are allowed to seek or to hide from those things we seek, and that seek us. Knowledge is power, yet power does not always concede to the absence of will.

The target that lies ahead of us is the one we will it to be, yet some allow the target to will who they become...

No action should be undertaken without aim, or other than in conformity with a principle affirming the art of life.