Thinking

While sitting watching CNN last night, the discovery of an interesting thought process occurred to me. It’s obvious that any individual can accomplish something when they put their mind to it. But what about the unreachable goals in our lives? If we are constantly thinking about these goals, how do we get a seemingly better grip?

Is this due to foreseeing future events, and the various paths that your consequences would correspond to? This seems like the most logical explanation, for instance if your going to work and you believe you'll be tired because you'll plan to stop at star bucks before you get into work so your more competent. I believe short term goals are easily accomplish and is something any individual can do with little or no conscious effort.

But as goals get more complex, so does the time and effort. A project due for work, hanging out with the family, or seeing a friend. Obviously the project needs to get done, but then you have to choose next which goal you'd rather be in. How can you tell an individual their time isn't worth yours? Someone could easily say why you wouldn't want to hang out with the family, but then you miss out on being there and the stories told.

Obviously there are many levels of complexity to goals. For time sake I want to jump to the complex goals "life goals". If you merely think what you want to accomplish is it possible?

Well let’s first take a step back. I believe life goals can not be consumed by a singular entity in your life. It’s true that one or two of these goals might lead you to a new area in life, but to truly accomplish a life goal isn't being entirely oriented with a singular entity such as: the job, money, friends, family, faith, happiness, love, recreation, school, location.
There are obviously goals in my life that I have still yet to fail and recognize, and if you fail to identify any of these, you will never achieve a life goal. By having one goal dominate your life and that's what you'll get.

It’s almost like a balancing act, but many people fail to realize what they want, and when they do, its too late. There is a path out there, its difficult to follow, and impossible to realize.

I must now stress the importance of my original thought.
By merely thinking can we accomplish our goals?
If you think of ideas can they get passed subconsciously? And gradually influence the people around you to accomplish life goals? People off in the distance? Or people you've never met?
I think so.-------- the three most important words in this post.

Never stop thinking because everything is possible...

We do not fully understand the consciousness of our minds, and we do not understand how powerful our brain really is.

Dream... A woman, my professor, and dad

Woke in bed with a woman, her arms around and caressed my body. two other girls lay dormant in the room, awaiting their turn. We lay still, looking at each other for hours, and then she leaves without a word. I hurry and follow her out the door, but its too late, she's gone. I come back inside and realize the family is up, hastily hurrying to make breakfast. I walk inside, my head down, cursing the gods for letting her go. I return to my room, surprised to find that the two girls are still awaiting my arrival. :-) I calm them down, and say I’ll be back soon, and leave to have breakfast with my family.

A doorbell rings, I walk to the door, professor Mathews comes out and says "how do we know this is real?", I said "exactly" as I let him in to join us for lunch. I ended up introducing him to my sister Mary. "Mary this is my professor from college, Professor Matthews." He replied that and said "George is fine" and they began to talk haste fully. I looked around the table and noticed a ball man I never met before, I was going to say something to him but I decided against it. So I left the table, not in the mood to eat, and gradually realizing I’m dreaming sat down at my computer and my dad asked me for help. I walked in the bathroom to notice that he was working on the washer and drier. But before I could do anything a volt struck his heart, he bounced immediately in the air and hit a pipe which complete the circuit. He then crashed through the floor half submerging his body. I hurried to his rescue trying to pull his body up from the floor but I realized his body was only stretching. I tried to get him out. But it was too late, he was dead...

The Days Blur Togeather

This is a collection of my thoughts for the past month... I find it hard to follow in sections but interesting none the less..

The Days Blur Together

This story begins neither here nor there. Like existence the story itself lies in its most purest form from conception. Unaltered by idle hands who corrupt authors words to reflect important facts in personal history. For history itself marches onward, reflected by the masses to display a story consumed with a singular entity to sway common perception. But a strong perception viewing stories of old and wise enough to see through the corruption can rewrite history as it should be. But in order to rewrite this perfect history, we must be willing to let go.

Not a time or place on this world can accurately identify all the passages, weed out common corruption, or validate the richness of a cause for history's written past. If history can be toyed with, how can anyone know for certain that the facts are indeed true? How many demented minds corrupted these books? Altered history? For a meaningless cause?

Money......
 alas causes eventually fade away... much like the first cause, no one will remember how, or why the universe was formed. Only speculation will remain. Much like we speculate if life once existed on mars, the same causes that might have brought life previously, will also spawn balancing causes. Our world will eventually fade into the annals of lost causes, decades, centuries, eons will once again go marked then lost... marked then lost... marked then lost... a vicious cycle...

These lost passages devour our minds, hidden beneath the surface of an iceberg. For no on knows everything, and not everything is true. What exactly a tale tells is different perspectives, and our overall goal is to find and write our perspective... Not be force fed it... These passages, however mis-guided they leave us, are needed in order to learn a most valuable lesson in life... A lesson that many individuals fail to figure out.. To always follow your dreams..

These giblets of our lives, these dreams display the world inside the world inside a world. A portal if you will, and traveling between these worlds, sections of your brain might hold one the most valuable keys to life.

But how can we follow these sections in our brain, these unused atoms that spark meaningful/meaningless ideas? It's quite simple if you could remember them. Many people think a dream is initially meaningful. Yet the average person might recall only one dream out of 8. The one dream exists for a split second unless it is somehow remembered. Written down!!

From here a funny thing occurs. Much like a imploding star these dreams are now real and the more your around people who dream the more your life will change. But the more you dream, the more lives you'll change. Atoms implode forcing ideas out into the world. Ideas that would have never been if we were not able to foresee another world.

No one knows where these dreams take us. but in life we follow them to whatever end.

Once you hit the end, down do you know its over? Does a giant wall magically appear? That says the end? It may sound preposterous but how do we know when we sleep that we are still the same person on the other side? Or lost a part of us along the way?

Are all the atoms you fell asleep with still there? Of course not, but somehow the atoms change slowly modify are brainwave functions to modify our thought process as we age. It helps us cope with our own mortality, and also displays how our atoms of other individuals come together To form coherent ideas (not always true) that are widely agreed upon.

Rapid changes in though or a renascence period occurs when individuals dream and correct the older ways. However once we get engrained in society's wrong doing; the only thing left is chaos. Governments fail because we became so dependent on a figment of our imagination.

But so in the end what is life? But just a binding of thoughts blurred together in an ever changing world, forced together roughly by individuals in power to sway common perception. To gain more power to control their power and ensure they stay in power. These thoughts, these dreams, often crush other dreams.. dreams of individuals with no power...

Understanding

Something clicked in me recently, I'm not exactly sure what it was or where it came from but I started to see things in a different light. I was simply just going on a walk down the street when the world changed... It wasn't that I planned on finding this different meaning in life, it just happened... It was like a chalkboard of meaningful phrases bombarding my head, squeezing out the lasting impressions of childhood. I can now finally admit I am no longer a child...

The beginning of this transformation took hold when I went to the vine yard hopping in New York. I though I knew a lot about beer, but all I know are hops. Completely being arrogant to the rest of the spectrum of beer that includes ingredients such as: malt, barley, sugars, spices, and etc. To be honest yes you need to balance everything out in life, and I’ve realized I can balance and understand 1 or 2 aspects of my life. However completely ignoring or rather not knowing of any other balance that exists. I thought about this lesson

How many things are you arrogant toward for just not taking enough time to understand or acquire? It sounds funny but the game in The Sims is true.
And life itself isn't all about the moments we live...
It’s about the moments we dream...
For in the end we will never wake up...
But our dreams shall live forever...
And it’s our goal to imprint our impressions, our dreams upon society...

Controlled Education

The halls of our past are painted over and over again saluting today’s heroes while the fading voices of our forefathers echo in the paints hidden meaning. A trusty scholar can pick out the certain discolorations in the walls and tell the stories that were once told there. However some of the walls are painted over completely by the king whose goal in life is to unite his people into one coherent cause, trying to iron out individuality so people work better in society.

The king decided that the only way to unite his people was to eliminate all study of the past. Thus creating a series of tests that children must pass before moving to the next stage of their life. These tests focused his people more on a standardized general test and gradually regional knowledge was lost. The king altered the test again, eliminating the dividing factors of history. This spawned the fall of countries as a singular government was erected.

Now the world is united with all his subjects working toward one singular cause. And the problems of our past faded into the halls. For future scholars now look at the halls in confusion; they're simply not able to grasp the hidden clues that lie beneath. 

Only the brightest and oldest scholars who remember the old days stare in horror as they begin to understand how he became king...

War

Wars are fought between two nations....
                      Oh,
       It's funny how nations seem to get hurt....
                           
                 People killing people is all that I see...
The nation still stands just to wage war again...

And the leaders walked outside with grins on their faces...

                 too tired of talking they bring out their guns...

and with words of hope they rally for a cause...

freedom,
          democracy....

Infidels are invading our land...

Since when did cause
              become the reason for war?

     Leaders fight
for an a number of causes,
                but greed is never a true power,

    Oil,
Is another cause,
      so I can kill my own brother...

   Money,
         another cause,
to put a bullet
        in cupids heart...

      wars,
are another way,

              for leaders to show irresponsibility...