I think I need to repack my emotional baggage.
I think I need to repack my emotional baggage.
In a negative world a positive approach is electrifying!
Some really smart kids aren’t by the time they reach adulthood.
Time. We never seem to have enough of it. It’s always getting in the way. We have passed it, try to keep it or even wished it away. Some days it seems to control everything we do. Time. We invented it and like Frankenstein’s monster, it is wrecking havoc!
The Egyptians were the first to start dividing the day into segments. They were not the only ones. The ancient Greeks, the Chinese, Tibet, Japan, England and many others all had a hand in creating the concept we call Time. The first devices to follow it were created as early as 2000 BC. And we still can’t seem to get it right!
We have fine-tuned the concept even more and we now divide the day into ridiculously small components. Milliseconds, seconds, minutes, hours, . . . and almost everyone seems to be attached to a device that follows those seconds and even vocally informs us of how much we have left. People are obsessed with it. When I went looking into this idea for my post, I found almost 10,000 quotes related to time. Some were funny, some could inspire you, some are even considered wise old saying. The Internet is a wonderful place to fine lists of things . . .
“Time waits for no one.” Folklore
“Lost time is never found again.” Benjamin Franklin
“Time brings all things to pass.” Aeschylus
“If you love life, don’t waste time, for time is what life is made up of.” Bruce Lee
“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.” Charles Darwin
Definitely a popular topic. And so it should be! 86,400 seconds. That’s it. One day. 86,400 seconds. Some of that is spent sleeping, eating, the other thing we do because we eat, that we don’t talk about. But how much of that time do we spent in contemplation? How much of that time do we spend acknowledging the miracle that is life? I know, I know, most people don’t want to think about it. But our time here is finite. Nobody gets out alive. We need to be aware, to notice the beauty, be inspired by that which is all around us. We use Time to control our lives but it also helps us to focus on what that life actually is. Once the time is gone, it is past and cannot be relived. As long as we can remember our past, it will never die and that moment in time can be preserved. But perhaps we should notice first and preserve second. Time can be your friend but never forget it’s only a label.
Instinct: ” . . an innate, typically fixed pattern of behaviour in animals in response to certain stimuli . .”
Intuition:”. . the ability to understand something immediately without the need for conscious reasoning . .”
Instinct has been explained as the hardwiring that exists in the brain. Whereas intuition is more like the software that works behind conscious thought and often directs it.
In the animal world instincts are dominant. When I use the word ‘ animal’ I am not referring to human beings. Technically Homo sapiens are part of the animal world (some are more a part of that world than others) but I digress. In the animal kingdom many young are born knowing everything they need to know to survive. Some spend a few years learning the ropes. But can you imagine letting a two-year-old human child loose to survive in this world? I would not suggest it.
We may not have the instincts of most of the animal kingdom but we do have intuition. My question is this: has the human intuition evolved from our once hardwired instincts? There are those people who always seem to know the right path to take, the right words to say. Are they perhaps working on a deep-seated instinct that the rest of us are unable to access? I wonder.
I have known people to pick the winning numbers of more than one lottery. Was it just good luck? There are people who seem to live a gifted life. They choose the right life partner, the right job, the right hobbies. They seem happy and satisfied with their life. Are they? We can never truly know from the outside. But maybe they are. Maybe they just got lucky and made all the right choices or maybe those choices were made by instinct.
I have never heard of any research done into the question of instincts used by human beings. After all it probably isn’t an interesting topic for science. But it is for a curious mind. I’ve always considered myself to be a lucky person. No, I have never won a big lottery or found a life partner etc. etc. But I have had a wonderful life. I have been places that satisfied my curiosity, I have seen incredible beauty in this country and others. I have met fascinating people, in person and online. I feel my life has been blessed. I have a wonderful family; I have incredible friends and experiences to keep my memory satisfied for decades. Were my choices made on instincts or I am just a lucky person?
The next time you make a choice ask yourself this question: Was this instinct or intuition? I wonder what the answer will be.
As many of you know I love to listen in on other peoples’ conversations. No, I don’t mean that I stalk individuals and listen illegally into their discussions. But I have been known to trail after an interesting couple simply to hear the rest of what they are saying. But allow me to give it some context. If you hear someone speaking about murdering another, you really want to know more.
We live in a society where everyone seems to have a mobile phone connected to their ear lobe. I cannot count the number of times I have been forced to speak up before a person runs into me simply because they’re paying attention to their phone and not what was in front of them. Ah, the joys of technology!
We can’t know exactly what someone else is talking about on the phone or in a text. We don’t know what that individual is dealing with. Is the text to a girlfriend/boyfriend explaining that they are pregnant, accepted into that prestigious law firm or asking for them to bring home milk?
We live in a society of tidbits. We hear snippets of a conversation walking down the street, often more than one. We are jostled by someone trying to get into the store and for a micro second we share a look. What is that person dealing with? Are they happy, sad, frustrated, suicidal, manic, murderous? We don’t know. And yet we often make judgments based on a split-second interaction. Tidbits.
No one seems to know the whole story about anything. The Media included. Politicians tell us what they think we want to hear. Is there any truth in what they have to say? Possibly. Friends speak from the heart and sometimes tell you what you need to hear. But often they tell you what they believe will make you feel better. What is the truth? And is the truth something that needs to be relayed all the time? I don’t think so. Let me give you a little context. A friend had convinced me to go to a new hairdresser. She was a Stylist from New York! She had a very heady reputation and they could fit me in. I think I was supposed to be honored. When I entered her very luxurious salon I was asked if I wanted a Perrier. I did not. She then spent 15 minutes talking to me. She told me she wanted to know what kind of person I was so that she could give me the haircut I needed. She spent quite a bit of time whipping my hair into… something? After I had forked over the national debt for a small country, I left. I don’t think she was terribly impressed with me. We didn’t speak.
I have never been to New York. I hear is a “happening” city. Food, Fashion, Finance. The Holy F’s? Perhaps the haircut I received was considered fashionable in the mecca that is considered Manhattan. I don’t live in New York. I explained I was quite conservative and liked the simple things. My hair looked like it had been cut by an eight-year-old high on cocaine with dull scissors and a tick. I wish I was kidding. My sister was getting married in a week. There would be pictures.
I went back to my regular hairdresser and pleaded with him to fix it. It became really short. Oh, and that very fashionable New York hairstylist? She moved on to more appropriate grounds. Lesson learned. Context.
A Cornish hen doesn’t care about salt
Or roasting pans overheating.
A Dairy Cow has made new plans
That don’t involve her udders.
The chicken’s gone, it hitched a ride
Aboard a boat of cheese.
And next in line I’ve heard it said
The condiments are leaving.
Knives and forks and plates are staying
But oh so unencumbered.
The pizza left and donuts too
The shakes are starting off.
Vegetables are getting out
The fruits are right behind.
Your dinner plans may be on hold
The ingredients are striking!
They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. But it can be reheated.
Politicians spout views
From the top of the stage
Their thoughts for the future
They want to engage.
Teachers have knowledge
They need to impart
The children are learning
Their places to start.
Parents should guide us
From the day we are born
That job never finishes
But often we’re torn.
But if we live with Faith
Then the answer is clear
God guides my path
It Is He I hold dear.
Who is in charge?
Was the question I asked
And the answer was given
And so I’ll hold fast.
The Lord is my shepherd
And the world is so large
But He’ll keep me safe
Because He is in charge.
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