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So here it was another day, supposed to be a day of rest but i could not turn off my busy mind; too many thoughts to think and consider options and consequences, happily glad to release them on the printed page, my only escape, grateful for technology, my electric typewriter collects the notes from my journal and ready them for posting in my collection of thoughts.
it's always today except surrounded by my restless sleep; perhaps rest will finally come, i'm confused at the political and corporate environment, everyone is replaceable, nothing is for sure except the sunset and sunrise and everything in between, we live a life of choice,it was made that way to make us stronger, but all the options still remain and nothing is dependable except for the belief in God if one chooses so to have faith in a higher power to give us the mental capacity to overcome what comes our way.
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| even as i looked into the deep reflecting pond, beside the water fall that run swiftly i saw myself and was satisfied because nothing could be better than an adjusted attitude and performance standard that my legend reflected. |
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| just waiting for the chance for the next flight, anywhere but here though we should be satisfied no one ever is. it's the freedom of flight that gives us room to think of clear open skies just above the clouds, closer to God than living on the ground; no enemies except for your own thoughts that lead you astray from the good that is supposed to be.
Notes from my journal; time to consider the past and future, the present never existed. The question is a difficult one. We have choices; then deciding on the best result we choose and life with our choice. soon rest will come; it's our only hope. how long can i live like this? indeterminable. what is my mission here? the results are also indeterminable. organized religion takes away our free will to think of alternate possibilities, but our own self creativity is imaginable and i still want to fly.
As we learn in our living true knowledge has to be learned and can't be taught. experience is everything. every chance brings new thoughts to consider and re-think what we once knew. inventiveness is a natural part of our creativity.
freedom is not free, there is a price to be paid, interest is accrued and time moves forward with our continual debt.
happiness is just a state of mind, the world has its own burden cast upon us and we still survive in and thru all conditions and situations, and we become more thoughtful about our own , and we are alone with our own spirit and soul.
I can write 2000 words and it's still one thought to be recorded for someone to read and think about me and their own livelihood for better or worse we live in suspense of our own future under the spell of the political and corporate environment. Home is always sanctuary from the world, but there we get caught up in our own thoughts and dispel ignorance to the facts that cannot be denied. Even as i look in a mirror i see myself but there is a condition; we all have room for improvement, perhaps that is our mission?
so i changed the CD disc and brought up some new music and hoped for inspiration and my aircraft made its moves in the open sky, no clouds and open skies room enough for me to wonder clearly and make my life one with the ship at my controls and move freely in the clear of day with a full tank of fuel i worked the machine in the atmosphere and lived as i willed and that's all, "whatever" the freedom of flight exists in the mind as well. a truth that also cannot be denied. wow. what a flight for an afternoon joy ride, getting my flying hours in and logged as practice for flight school.
We cannot be sure of what to expect, we expect the unusual but find contentment with no problems and just soar on the wind of change , pure freedom at the heart of a machine. And i really don't know what to do so i do what i can and it has to be good enough because we create our own record and history records everything and we still live in the present "Golden Eternity" and life goes on and it's a long story and everyone has their own and we create for ourselves a legend and vanquish the past with our present performance and well if it ain't good enough you move on and life don't stop for no one and the story continues until your natural end ; but even at that point you have to be answerable to the actions and even if you believe in actual absolute forgiveness you move on into eternity and carry your burden on your back until one moment you've had enough; cast off your weight and jump and don't come down and soar because you had chosen to not care and "whatever" it don't matter " anyhow.
We cannot be sure of what to expect, but we can know that with our ambition, motivation and aggressive search for wisdom and knowledge answers will be found and contentment will come even after the long hard road we've traveled and the mind moves where it wills and the quickness of the heart has a profound impact on our rational reason, and nothing really matters, but it does, but in the end it all works out and that's all we can believe.
wishful thinking doesn't make things happen; it is persistent hard work that changes reality; one step at a time; sure footed and grounded in a secure faith and belief one moment in a uniformly coherent little bundle or a package of creativity our mind congers from our wisdom of creativity and intellectual response to the stimulus of living in a natural world full with unexpected surprises and tests of character.
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