The Fright Stretch

Of course, we've heard that phrase "do something that frightens you every week or day or month" to keep things lively. Gosh, I want to do that. So, I'm going for it.

I have this hobby that I was into for a few years. It frightens greatly but I have to try it again. I can't stop thinking about trying it again.

Oh what is the point???? Frighten yourself. It'll change you. Somehow and you'll appreciate it later.

Compassion's Limit

I consider myself a pretty compassionate person. I have helped and nurtured many folks in my 31 years. And I am so humbled in many ways for these experiences.

What I have discovered in this vein is when to halt my action or when to let go to make due for themselves; to be self-sufficient. When does compassion become enabling? When does helping others discouraging others from discovering new things about themselves? This is an on-going theme that surrounds my sphere of influence.

This easily brings up the idea of the obligation to provide your own kin things they want. Also, parental obligation rings high in this vein. We want the best for others--- for our mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, friends and perhaps our acquaintances, and strangers. But where do we draw the line? That is the question.

People want what they want. And getting what they want will bring them happiness. Well, what do I have to do with their happiness? Everything.

And perhaps, nothing.

Youth Apocalyptic

The sight of parents playing in the park. There they are. Parents watching their children have fun. Only a blink of an eye in geologic time, parents are subject to time management and soon they become distant to that fun.

See, their children haven't forgotten how to play. They revel in simplicity. And while the parent bickers on the phone about their utility bill, the kids play on. The kid still lives in the moment. While the parent chimes in once in a while and says "oh good honey".

Youth. The thing is within reach at all times. And when the hands of youth are shown the door, wrinkles start to form and we wonder how we've grown so old in so little time.

Perhaps the key to youth is to keep jumping on trampolines, put our hands up while sliding down, and forget you're a parent at all.



But what do I know... I'm just a kid.

Blessed I am today as I have been. I watched "It's a Wonderful Life" again last night. It seems as though I lived that kind of life but in a longer span of time. Of course, this is what the movie is portraying. Life can be tough. But it's about getting an attitudinal change. That's difficult to do. That took me at least 5 years to do. Just to understand the concept it took a few years of partial re-socialization. Most people don't have that luxury to live in a different place with different people and somehow see yourself different so that you can more aware of faults, goods, bads, and follies. I am blessed. When you find those opportunities, just jump, you'll live better.