3/2/11 Balance

Life is all about balance. Wether we like it or not every event put in front of us is put there to balance the last. When bad things happen great things emerge to make you forget about the bad. But when great things happen bad finds its way to off set it quickly. Some people are born with beauty but the bronze was forgotten. Some people born smart  but the social skill lacking. When a species gets over populated nature finds its way to kill some off. The more we evolve the more we learn to mess with the balance, we learn to trick it, find ways around its adjustments. This when we cure more diseases to fight our way to live another day. This is when there are richer than rich and poorer than poor. . When the few with the high finances control the many struggling to survive. This is when there are people who were born in a world of poor luck, and people who were born with it all. Or that just nature adjusting to us, nature learning to trick us. Picking us away one by one by giving some the worse until they dwindle... in away our balance of nature is like and equilibrium.. it is never balanced but never not balanced, just flowing in and out re-adjusting its self trying to keep up with supply and demand.

1/17/11 White Noise

      Its amazing how much the way you think changes as you get older. You don't realize it until you step out of your mind for a second and take in a small gasp of air. Then you look back and you remember the things you thought about when you were younger vs the things you think about now. I've always been one to be lost in thought. A whirlwind of idea's dance in my head, never ending words, lines repeating over and over. Most of all worry, especially around time of stress. So many things you have to think about and your brain is over powered with questions and answers, events trying to arrange themselves into a perfect time line that hopefully wouldn't be lost. I have my own mental battles of what I am thinking and my own self, telling me not to think that way, back and forth, debating telling myself what is right. I hope for the right one to win but sometimes I just have to allow myself to feel; angry, jealous, sad, confused.... it goes on. The brain is like a crowed room; just white noise filling up a small space... until you listen carefully and pinpoint on one thought... then you stop all together and realize the room is silent.