Aperture

World,

I have an infinite curiosity about you
and me. I personally see me in everybody. I see everybody in me. So in
a sense...I am you. One of my many ambitious goals is to give you
something because I also believe you have something to give me as well.
What is it? I'm not sure, we'll figure it out though. Read through my
blogs and try to find answers to all of the questions you carry but
never speak verbally speak out loud to begin your treasure hunt of
life. Search for a key that I may have for you within my words. All the
words that I make are put into words for a reason. They are to give you
that flashlight.

Here's how I see it, we're all in a dark room. Throughout life we'll
ask ourselves questions like, what is it like to die? When will my time
be up? Where do we come from? Who/what created us? What am I here to
do? How do I find happiness? Questions such as these give you a blip of
light in that dark room to better see your surroundings. My goal for
you is to grant you a flashlight in this dark room. Now, with a
flashlight you can't see everything but it will make looking for the on
switch much easier.

That on switch that I think we all hit at one point in our lives. That
switch that turns every single light on in the room to reveal its not
just a room, it connects to 401 hallways that lead you to different
buildings and each building has millions of rooms. I'm not looking to
be idolized, I simply want to give you a vital piece to your treasure
hunt that will assist you in finding the pot of gold, the on switch,
Happiness.

Here is all I ask from you, reader. Once you find this on switch, give
somebody else the flashlight that I gave you. Give them the spark that
will allow them to be as aware and conscious as you have just become. I
am you. There is nothing we can't do. All boundaries are self created
and once you realize this, the world transforms itself from a prison to
a playground. Find your happiness, help others find theirs. This will
in fact change the world.


The butterfly effect is all around us. One thing leads to another that
leads to another that leads to another. This is why you should not
stress at any of your current predicaments and issues. If its negative
in your life...look deeper and see how it is actually assisting you
towards the next chapter and increasing your self value as a person.
When things don't go your way, it makes you stronger. So how can this
be negative when looked at in that light? Stop stressing, stop
worrying, stop drawing lines in the sand, stop all judgments, we all
came from the same point of origin and we're all going towards the same
destination. If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view
it.

"Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."

Abraham Lincoln (1809 - 1865)

The world is yours.

Persist.
Anonymous.

Perspective is a funny thing..

Humans.

A violent race, a race of which we see an eye for an eye. How have we come so far with a mentality that is so self destructive? Lets put things into perspective. Earth is here. Plants grow from the earth. Plants and trees take over. Trees grow branches. Branches then grow more branches. Each branch grows leaves. Each leaf is identical to one another. They are all made the same. They come from the same source. If our way of living is where it should be, why aren't leaves setting each other on fire? Self destruction is the quickest way to prevent yourself from growing and reaching destinations you could only dream about.

The lines in the sand are so bold here, but most fail to follow the lines to where they go. They all lead right back into one another. Everything is connected. Everything. Imagine the possibilities if this view was seen by the rest of humanity. I wonder what would come to be. We seem to be confused by how many times we've changed the color of our leaves trying to break away from our truth. Figuratively speaking, we all have a stem, we all have a branch, we all have a tree, and we all come from one source under the dirt and roots.

I wonder what would happen if you started practicing this. I wonder how many new doors would open, how many new lights would turn on, and how many lives would be altered. We all live, we all die. Its so simple. Simplicity at its maximum degree.

I had a dream the other night. I had a dream that I died. Most people fear death more than anything else but after this dream I can only tell you how peaceful it is. Imagine your whole life, you've been carrying a weight on your shoulders that you never felt or knew about. Now imagine during your last few minutes of life on this earth, there is no more weight and there are no more restrictions on what you can and cannot see. If you had 2 minutes left. How would the world look to you?

Would you be thinking about bills?
Would you be thinking about grudges?
Would you be thinking about debt?
Would you be thinking about hatred?
Would you be thinking about worry?
Would you be thinking about fear?

No. That what dying feels like. Not only does your body shut down, but so does the whole system that keeps you from fully appreciating the life you're living. Why do you have to be 2 minutes from death to enjoy this feeling? I think I may have figured out the glitch in the system and I am now living those 2 minutes for the rest of my life. Simply Beautiful. Go find the blue bird.

Try this. Apply it. See what happens. Tell somebody else.

Check, call, fold.

World,

The other night I was drinking with some friends at his apartment playing poker and realised how much life is like a poker game... You can either play, or not. The game could go well... The game could go sour... The only true way to find out though, is to play the game.

I ante up. The dealer deals to people around me, but I cannot see their faces. I get my first card. It's the 7 of Spades. The flip flip flip of the cards rings in my ears. I try vainly to see what they are being dealt. My card comes up. It's the Jack of Spades. Now, here is an interesting moment, and I think I'll stop to explore it.

You have a different types of people in this world. One will THINK about the game, another will not even realize the game exists. The rest are somewhere in between. Some will calculate their odds. Some will pray for better cards. Some will take what's dealt at face value.
Some try and cheat the dealer. Some will get caught, some do not. When I stop to ponder which type of person *I* am, I reach a conundrum. Sometimes I worry about the cards that will be dealt. Sometimes I lay back and let them come. Sometimes I scream and curse at the dealer and blame the world and curse the gods that have caused this upon me. But truly... have whatever gods that exist done ANYTHING to me? Honestly I think not. I have no one to blame but myself. I can either accept the hand that is dealt me, or not.

Stepping back to the game... I am dealt a 10 of spades. In the back of my head, I start to piece together the possibilities. I could be working on a flush, or a straight, or even a straight flush! My heart begins to beat faster. FLIP FLIP FLIP flip flip FLIP. my card is up, the 8 of Spades.
I hold my breath... flip flip flip flip Flip FLIP. I see the card down on the table... my card... but do I dare pick it up? Salvation or Destruction lies in that card. I see all the money on the table, ALL my money on the table. The rest of the table is looking at me, but I still cannot see their faces. I reach over and pick the card up. The card feels heavy in my hand, so so heavy. I steel myself and face the card to my eyes. The words "I don't know" are written on the card. The card shimmers and shifts. I see it shift from hearts to spades to clubs to diamonds, 2s to 8s to queens to jokers. My heart stops and starts and bleeds and rejoices. I sit... in stasis... while the card changes and shifts... settling... settling... slowing... but not stopped yet.

Soon... soon I will know.

Until next time.

Knowledge is free, educate yourself.

Anonymous.

Whats the same difference?

World,

Well. I'm here at the airport, just watching people. Hugging, kissing, holding hands, smiling, running, searching, sleeping, thinking, playing, stressing, worrying, reading, looking over work documents, eating, on their laptops, iphones, and ipods. I see a marine in his fatigues, most likely on his way to Iraq. I'm going to Hobart for business and he's going to Iraq for business. A lot of emotions fly around in an airport. Everybody comes here and brings along everything that they represent. This is diversity at its best. I see people being inspected and the security guards running the detector all around their bodies as if they are being cleansed of suspicion of carrying a weapon. Even though you have no weapon, when you pass through that detector without a hitch, you feel as if you've passed a test and now you're a good person. I'd like to point out the toddler that just walked up to me and slapped the seat to my left while preaching something he really cares about in baby language. His world is perfect. Not a care in the world, other than a dirty diaper. I love this world. It's amazing how similar we all are. We all start and end the same way,. So why can't we see this? I think it's because people try so hard to see what's different rather than what's the same. Someday I wish to change this in some way. Now I just have to figure out how. How do you get 6 Billion+ people to see this? Find a method. Boarding time. Time to fly and get closer to the stars.

Until next time,

Infinitely,

Anonymous.

A Homeless Man's Perspective.

So I wanted to make this note to document what was said between me and this guy.

Alright so I'm leaving the bar knowing I have about 4 blocks to walk to get to my friend's car. I'm fine with that, there's always something to see that's hidden underneath the scenery that is visible. I'm standing about 100 feet from the bar at the street corner waiting for the light to turn green so I can cross and start my 4 block walk. It was then a homeless guy (Age 45) came out of nowhere and started striking up a conversation with me about people around the city. He didn't ask me for money, instead he asked for my time as I walked to my car. So we started talking about how he's not the only one chasing money. I told him that everybody is. Then I asked him the question I love to ask people to get to know them a lot better. (Because you can read volumes about a person based on how they view the world.)

I asked him "How do you see the world?". His response was candid, 100% pure, and unexpected. This was his response.

"Well, my view of the world has changed time and time again. I think that just happens as you get older. My son died back in 1989 and it threw me into a different place. I started drinking heavily and doing drugs. It was the cause of me being where I am now. I lost everything. I have nothing. How do I see the world? Well, I see the world as one of the filthiest places in the universe. We've really made this place filthy. Although, I've come to find proof that even in the worst conditions and in the most dirty and decaying places, flowers can still grow."

So let me get this straight...He's homeless, he lost his son in 1989, his drinking and drug use led him to being homeless, he lost everything. Yet, he still sees that even in the worst conditions in the world or anywhere for that matter, flowers can still grow. This man can find beauty and hope in anything. If he can do it, can't you? Why is it that we have people with an opportunity to do anything they want in this world that will never see this kind of perspective and take advantage of this open doorway? Something to think about.

Just had to share this. Find the flowers.

Persist.

Anonymous.