You Were

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You were the bad habit
I never could drop

You were the good habit
I never could learn

You were the cure
I could never take

You were the wound
That never could heal

You were the dream
I could never quite finish

You were the nightmare
I could never quite shake

You were the soul
That I longed to love

You were the soul
That I needed to hate

You were the story
I ached to read

You were the story
That hurt to write

You were all of the things
That made me human

You were all of the things
That made me a monster

You were

But you never were

-February, 2014

The Seasons of our Lives

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We spend the Spring of our lives learning
Learning to walk
Learning to Talk
Learning to live

We spend the Summer of our lives questioning everything we learned
Still unsure who we are meant to be
Wondering how to live

We spend the Fall of out lives lamenting the time we thought we wasted in the Spring and Summer
Wishing we could go back
Trying to relive what we once were

We spend the Winter of our lives remembering and cherishing the previous seasons
Hopefully witnessing and grandchildren enjoying their Spring’s and Summer’s
Getting ready for our final season to end

-September, 2013

Love and Other Emotions – My thoughts on the subject

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The first mistake that I think people make is they think emotions are binary. Are you in love, yes or no; do you like something, yes or no; do you hate that person, yes or no; whatever the emotion people tend to think it is on or off, yes or no, binary.

I don’t think love, or any emotion is binary. They are analog, filled with millions of shades and intensities. There are an infinite number of ways to feel the same emotion.

Digging deeper into this, I also don’t believe emotions are distinct. They all sprout from the same well.  I almost think of it as a color wheel. Sure there are groups, reds, blues, yellows – same as emotions where you have groups of love, hate, happy, and sorrow. But they all come from the same place.

On the pin wheel there are infinite shades or hues in between the colors, just like emotions. The difference between Liking someone and loving someone is a different shade of the same emotion.

The other variable is intensity. If we move from a color wheel to a bulb that can be dialed to any shade/hue, we are now closer to describing emotions. Not only are there shades of love, there are intensities of it. I can love two things or people, and potentially even have roughly the same shade of love, but have different intensities.

Let’s put this into some context – You love your mother, you use the same word to describe how you feel about your girlfriend, your child, your favorite shirt, etc. How can they all mean the same thing? They don’t, not exactly at least, they are different shades, and potentially different intensities.

I mentioned something critical just now – context. Before we continue we need to understand, context is critical to how we understand things. Everything we here, see, taste, touch, feel, etc. we compare it to our previous experiences.

To demonstrate this, imagine someone was born in a cave, pitch black, and lived there his whole life. Now imagine one day someone lit a candle. He would consider that the brightest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Clearly nothing exists that is brighter than that. Next week someone brings in a 40 watt light bulb and now that is the brightest thing that has ever existed. Walk him out into a very bright summer day and you have blown his world.

The same goes with emotions. You are a kid and get a crush on someone, you have never felt that emotion before, but you are sure it is love. It feels intense. How many times has a teenage said to an adult “you don’t understand love like this!” Then one day they fall in love and look back and laugh.

The other thought I have is that we have an infinite supply of these emotions. That is not to say you will always feel the same about someone, every interaction we ever have with that person adds context, shifting the shade of the emotion in one way or the other, and even intensity.

To put this in perspective, I thought I knew what love felt like, regardless of it’s shade. Then one day my first son was born. I realized in terms of intensity everything I had felt to that moment was a candle and he was staring directly into the sun. The intensity overwhelmed me, crushed me.

Then an interesting thing happened. I had another child on the way. I can’t describe the torrent of emotions. One of which was actually betrayal. As odd as it sounds I felt like I was somehow either going to be cheating out my first son, or the next one on the way. I thought I surely had reached the limit of my ability to love, so another son would mean either I would love the first one less to make up for it, or not love the second one as much.

Well, the day came, and that’s when I realized I had infinite capacity. I loved the second one with just as much intensity. I am not saying the shades were identical, but they sure as hell we the same intensity. I realized I could have 100 children and have the capacity to love them all with the same intensity. Now patience to deal with them – that is an entirely different thing!

I realized though, that this doesn’t just end there. I can hate multiple people, and love multiple people. I don’t think any two people or things are ever the exact same shade or intensity, but I can have feelings for many people.

Thus love, and other emotions are analog, not digital.

Life and Death – My thoughts on the subject

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Before I start on death, I should explain my views of life. I feel that we are more than the sum of our parts; in short, we have a soul of some sort. Our brains are nothing more than complicated electro-chemical batteries. A thought, in its simplest form is an electron passing between two nerve bundles. Say I want to raise my arm, an electron in my brain fires, sending the impulse down to arm, which responds. But the question is this – what causes the electron to fire in the first place?  I believe there is an underlying force, an element of our being that we cannot see, nor explain with current technology, and perhaps technology is the wrong place to look for the answers.

It is assumed by modern science that all matter and energy in the universe began from 1 single entity. It then it seems logical to me that we are still a part of that single entity, that we are a part of a larger unit, in this life, and after.

To make my thoughts easier to explain, and understand, let me use a metaphor. Imagine that underlying force I spoke about as a great single ocean. Obviously in life we are all different, in one way or another, but how different? Consider our bodies as glasses, or some other container, but each container shaped differently.

In life, we are filled with the life force of the ocean; we are born with little of the force, but as we grow, as our “containers” grow, it fills more and more with the fluid, and in death, our container is broken, and our force returned to the ocean, to become one with everything once again. When this force is in the “container” we would consider that our soul.

To expand on the metaphor, consider the base of the container as our more important functions, and the lesser functions towards the top – if u crack the top of the container, you might lose some of the force, but it can be repaired, and fluid returned. However, the lower the crack, the more serious, and the harder it is to fix.

The reason I make this distinction, is because I don’t agree with the most common theory of the soul – that when it passes to “the other side” we retain out individuality. It is human nature to want to preserve our individuality, but consider this: a person has an accident, and his container is cracked, namely his brain is damaged. This would be towards base of the container and thus serious.

I personally have known people who simply are no longer the same person after suffering an injury to the head. If our soul is our personality, how can damaging our body have an effect on our personality? Therefore, it seems logical that our individuality is a combination of our soul and our body/container.

So if when we die, our container is destroyed permanently, what of our personality? Here is the focal point of this my thoughts. I believe that when we die, and our container is broke, our force is returned to the ocean. This next part is the hardest to explain, and describe, but I don’t think our personality is completely lost.

If you pour a glass of water into an ocean, it is dispersed and mingles with the rest of the ocean. Some of that water may wash on the shore of the US, and some in the shore of Australia, it is spread all across the ocean, the essence of what was in the glass has mixed with the ocean, it adds back to the whole from where it came. It becomes one with the rest of the ocean, and yet, still it is the same force that filled the glass.

In other words the force that was the force that was in a person, what contributed to his individuality is added to the ocean. It spreads, its knowledge is added to the ocean, and at the same time, it becomes able to draw on the knowledge of the rest of the ocean. Everything become one thought, or essence, and still there are currents – signs of individuality

All of our loved ones before us, all that they were, are part of the ocean; and we are reunited with them, in the most intimate way possible. We become one with them and share share all of our memories, all of our sense of being, everything that made us, us.

So ultimately I don’t think we retain our individuality, but I don’t think it is exactly lost either.

 

There is a difference

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Doubting ourselves is very easy
Making ourselves not feel this way is not
People that haven’t dealt with these issues
they think it’s easy
“just stop”
if only it were so easy

What I have leaned is there is a difference
between what I “feel”
and what “is”

It doesn’t make those feelings
any less painful
But it does help me to deal with it
to step outside of myself
and know

I may “feel”
useless, disgusting, ugly, fat, skinny, dumb
(my God the list can go on and on)
Even if I “feel” those things
I understand I am not
there is a difference

It doesn’t make the pain any less real
but it does help me to keep going
because there is a difference

-July, 2013

You ask

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You ask that I believe
‘In what?,’ I ask you

You tell me forever shall be mine
I say tomorrow has no meaning

You ask that I take your hand and believe
In something that I cannot see
You say that you are creation

I say that with you immortal touch
I have seen you bring mortality

You ask that I follow
Your lead into your kingdom eternal
I say I cannot step behind
That which I do not trust

You say you are the bringer of light
I close my eyes
And step back into the shadows where I belong

You say your love is flawless and absolute
I say I’ve never been held by arms that loved

You say you will bring me peace
I say I’ve known only pain and suffering

You tell me in the end all will be ok
I say in the end it will not matter

You ask that my soul I give to you to keep
With knees bent and hands grasped you ask that I pray
I say my soul is dark and not worth giving
I bow to no one, I cannot beg nor plead

You say no matter what you will be there for me
I ask where were you when I needed someone the most
As I walked my darkest hour

You say you will never turn your back on me
I ask where was your guidance when I needed to be rescued
From anger, from hate, from me

You ask that I believe
I say ok
But only in me

-December, 1999

In my Dreams

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In my dreams
The dead come back
They haunt me
Taunt me
Remind me of my past

Specters in the night
Ghosts in the dark
I can’t seem to get away
From a past that always comes back

I try to forget
But in my sleep
They come to remind me

In my dreams
The dead come back
They chase me
Catch me
Remind me what I’ve done

Spirits in the closet
Shades under my bed
I can’t seem to escape
From a past that wont seem to forgive

I try to repent
But in my sleep
They won’t let me rest

In my dreams
The dead come back

-January, 1998