There are many different ways to make A wish heard. Wishing trees, wells, and even walls all for one purpose. Each culture seems to have their own way to make their wants known to the universe. One of my favorite traditions is from japan and consists of folding one thousand paper cranes that grant one wish. Each bird made with hope and every fold containing a small fragment of the wish itself. Starting with the paper bird above I have begun to make a thousand cranes. Each bird with a word written inside, together forming my third wish. I have made two wishes in my life, both were granted. I managed however to expertly squander both. This wish is different. I will no longer waste them on my own desires and aspirations. I have learned that what we want for ourselves is usually not what we need. Often causing trouble and even on occasion harming others. So this wish will not involve my personal hopes or preferences. In fact it will not involve me at all. It is likely that I will never even know its fate. This time my wish will be for another person. I had to learn the hard way what wishes are for, other people. They are not to improve on your own life. They do not exist so that one may use them for personal gain. They exist so we can support, help, and hopefully heal one another. Tossing a coin into a well hoping for wealth will only bring you ruin. Tying a piece of cloth to a tree with power in mind just brings turmoil. I implore you to make those wishes not for your own gain but that of another. Watching the life of another improve by your action is one of the greatest rewards. Far more satisfying that whatever would come of A wish made for oneself. You don’t even need to fold a multitude of cranes. Pick up the nearest dandelion and blow. Look up at the full moon. Catch your clock at 11:11. Look for a star streaking across the sky. Speak your wish, so long that it is for a friend.
So many things disrupt our idea of life. This road in our mind is finely paved having obvious direction. Actually progressing down this path is another story. We find potholes strewn about and curves that would seek to send us careening off this treacherous trail. What are emotions in this analogy? They act as bumps inhibiting speed but at the same time they push us forward. There are a few photos that I possess that act as almost a wall on this proverbial road. At times seeing these photos can make me sick. Yet they remain in my inventory. Not out of personal sadism but out of a desire to know where I came from and to inspire momentum. If I was in that situation once again things would be different with the knowledge I have now. It was that very situation however that provided me with the knowledge. As the reversal of time is not yet an option, choosing to learn from these emotional experiences is the next best thing. And just because something hurts don’t get rid of it. These things can bring us to a dangerous decrease in speed or fling us forward. In the end it is our choice.
Often times what I write is not voluntary, it is taken from me. Like sweat flying from the brow of a boxer that has just been struck, Only it’s not always sweat. This violent process becomes more serious when red fills and mixes with the clear beads of water. Many if not all of us have seen blood leaving our bodies, how many of us have seen it forced from us. A blow or event removing a vital part of life from your body. Watching this thick mysterious fluid being forced out, As it flows or is flung from you to eternally stain whatever it is to land on. This liquids ability to permanently contaminate immediately on impact seems poetic. The red blotches mark our past inhibiting us from forgetting. We all have memories running to a sink or the nearest towel to avoid inconveniencing those around us or ourselves, we have to be careful where we bleed. Not only due to its difficulty to remove there is also the fact that others don’t want to see it. For fear of realising mortality, eyes are quickly averted. Only two kinds of people want to see you bleed, those with villainous or mocking intent and ones who truly care. Either of these are terrifying. There is no hiding the blood that is struck from us. Count on it showing, count on it staining.
Net Neutrality. Over the past several months a war has been raging. Online militia have been fighting for YOUR freedom. It has been predicted that the wars of the future would be waged with computers and the Men and Women behind them, one such war has arrived. Despite Hundreds of thousands of Americans who have taken up arms against these Tyrants (Verizon, Comcast, etc.) we are loosing. Their financial power is overcoming our manpower. We need you, I do not care where you stand Red or Blue, Democrat or Republican those words mean nothing to me right now, this affects both sides! Do you enjoy browsing the internet without being restricted? You pay allot of money for access to the internet you should be in control. If Net Neutrality is repealed we are looking at a very dark future. News suppression, media filtering, Paid add-on packages, Your favorite sites slowed down, this is jut a small amount of things that WILL go wrong. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m being dramatic, I may be scared but I am of sound mind. Give me just a few moments today, Go to https://www.battleforthenet.com/ and contact congress. Despite all of the action that has already been taken our officials have shown they are highly influenced by monetary interests, Show them that we hold the power. As we should, we as voters and taxpayers should always hold the power, and we value our freedom!
If you have love in your heart how can you ever do any real harm? Truth is there is a form of love that is dangerous, it can sway your opinions make you do irrational things, things that very well may hurt others. None of that matters, the drive to achieve that feeling we all crave is so great that in the moment no cost is to great for the chance of bliss. As long as it pays off we can ignore our actions, forget or maybe never even realize what has transpired, what we have done. What if all this doesn’t pay off, when there is a reckoning. Amazed at what we were capable of during this period of intoxication we are left with destruction. This abomination in disguise as real love ruins lives and hearts, scarring some for eternity.
As humans we search for what “defines us” what makes us unique. We develop feelings for those that can point us out and tell us who we are. If you truly want to know who you are, look at what you desire. What if you realize what you were reaching for is impossible? After that what you reach for tells you something about yourself as well. Do you blink and throw your hand back at the stars? Do you turn to the closest thing that you can reach? Do you turn for the thing you know you can reach and have held before? Or maybe its something new that our eyes settle on. In a world so desperate for affirmation, just take a moment and see why and what your heart is reaching for.
There was a time in my life (not so long ago) when I believed in making mistakes, “Take chances! Fall on your face it will build your character.” In my mind as long as I had love in my heart towards others and always learned something, mistakes were not something I had to worry about. Sure occasionally one was hard to recover from but hey I had learned a lesson, even if I lost something to learn this lesson I gained something from that loss. Mistakes are A part of life I hear you telling me. You’re Right, But here is where they become a problem, When you affect another person, when you affect another heart. Or maybe you give up Something so great that your life may never be the same. Maybe what you lost was one of the most special things on this earth. A light that illuminated parts of your life that you had never seen before, A light that blinded the darkest days with rays of light that only God himself could have sent. Or the more alarming possibility, maybe you have done both. Not only has that light gotten darker but you also effected another heart. That other heart being none other than the one you care for the most. Some mistake A broken heart as not receiving love from someone you love. No you can move on from that find other love. Hurting someone you care most about that is what breaks a heart, You watch their light fade from you as the realization of your actions sets in, Only then does your heart truly rupture.