Submission+Surrender+Belief=Trust. Gain of Function and the Changing of the Guard

I just didn’t get it.

In the moment. It took time to swirl around the open space between my ears👂🏻😊🦻🏻.

When we see what we want to see, or cannot stop seeing what is right in front of us, life becomes mumbo jumbo.

Add in the sour ingredients: The addition of memories and tragedies and evasive aversions. The conundrum of life takes on a life of its own. New conditions replace the old conditions in ways and of service for some and dis-service to others.

Gain of function and the changing of the guard.

Dear God. Haven’t we been in this place before? In “different” ways.

Good news: It doesn’t change the facts.

Bad news: The beat down continues.

With smiley emoticons, thumbs up, thumbs down. The chase and the rat race are two sides of the same proverbial coin.

Remembering

Forgetting.

Huh?

Hey?

Whaddya say?

What say you?

Present?

Nay?

Whatever the challenges of realities you face day to day,

Godspeed.

Yep.

Godspeed.

Preaching to the choir am I?

Nope.

But.

A lie has speed and the truth has endurance.

I haven’t earned the stripes to tell anyone what to do, much less preach to the masses. Public speaking is not my forte. About what I think…who really cares. I leave that to the persons smarter than me. Who earned my trust when they asked the important questions.

Like. “What happened to you?” (aa)

Are you comfortable?

Nope.

We humans, bring the problems to the table.

We beg.

We envy.

We pay off.

We pay out.

And yet and still. (ac)

We oftentimes choke on our own words. In trying to explain our FOMO, our envy, our lack of sense of self in the spirit of the bigger picture and daily set ups of conundrumed motivations, intentions and dire circumstances.

Merit?

Schmerit?

I disagree.

Merit is the effort really counts of the earned stripes. Time-honored. Faithfully allows for the warts and all to erupt ugly and outward. It is easy to have courage when everything is going great.

”Preach! Write! Act! Do anything, save to lie down and die!” (nh).

Well. At least one or two of the five is doable albeit prudent and productive persistence. (Tongue twister of the day!)😊

The quiet one?

Prayer.

The loud one?

Schemes.

A Psalm of Life

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

”Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream!—-

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end of way;

But to act, that each tomorrow

Finds us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act—act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.

Dispositions of character, virtues and vices are progressively fixed in us through practice. As in our way of life. By being habituated to despise things that are terrible and to stand our ground against them. We become brave, and it is when we have become so that we shall be most able to stand our ground against them.(wjb)

Thank God. Change and trust are two sides of the same coin. Without them solid and together, the fits and starts of the starts and fits, continue. To gnaw away at any progress. Intrusionary tactics hide in every area of the globe, in every corner of the world—with friendly smiles and perfectly coiffed hair.

What to do. What to do.

Get over ourselves, for one.

Grab a coffee?☕️

Not quite yet. (Sorry)

Speaking of coffee. And shipwrecks. Did you know. In Moby-Dick, the name of the chief main officer was “Starbuck”

No kidding! Thirsty yet?☕️

Starbuck said, “I will have no man in my boat, who is not afraid of a whale.

Huh?

Hey?

Whaddya say?

What say you?

Present?

Nay?

Not today?

Starbuck meant that an utterly fearless man is a far more dangerous comrade than a coward. (wjb). The brave person is not one who is never afraid.

(Starbucks. One on every corner🙃)

Enter. The varying degrees of crazy making tactics. Courage is a settled disposition and appropriate degrees of fear and confidence in challenging situations.(wjb)

On a daily basis challenges present themselves in the lies we tell others and ourselves. The good news is in one moment of truth when the truth is finally said, the spoken word is the taken word. The spoken word becomes the taken word.

Taken at its word.

Remember. This, too can cause a host of infectious problems. A host. Of infectious problems of intruder and intrusions that never seem to end. Sleep becomes a luxury with one eye always open watching and waiting for the next shoe to drop. Exhaustion follows trying to decipher among the lies and innuendos. Sundowning witching hour.

No amount of coffee will awaken the senses and sensibilities at this point in time. Yeah. I guess it may be worth a morning, or evening, coffee run. Then again.

Who knows.

Mostly. At the end of the day. At the end of our days.

Will it even matter how we played the game. The game of life.

The good news. Yes. It will.

The bad news. A lie has speed and truth has endurance.

And. For some a lie is the only way to go. Forgetting the truth is like a disease that eats away at the soul. People pleasing is a very high price to pay to “get along.”

The better news. The gut is a remarkable truth teller. Seldom lies. If it were to burst, open the lies of the past, it was probably long and coming. At this point, no amount of truth can remedy the explosive tendencies of past lies and innuendos.

Good news. One moment in time. One person in time. Can change the story.

Can change a life.