The Random Facts & Brain Droppings
The worst you can do is fail.
And frankly, if you don’t fail enough, you never will succeed!
Vulnerability starts by laying oneself naked. The world becomes vibrant with the glimmering light of each new day. Sleep ends, eye(s) struggle to focus. First look; resisted, then followed by life coming ever so slowly into view. Snooze is hit---9-minutes more.
It’s futile, the brilliance of today and eventually tomorrow, waits; embrace it!
Life is short and the dreams of the night must turn into the reality of the day...
...In the beginning the main character you/me is without opinion. We are nurtured by those who lovingly introduced us to life; there is no need or ability to question intention.
As life speeds merrily along, baby turns into toddler, with the scope of the game, well, the manipulation of greatness is numbed, as nurture turns into conditioning and we are led down a shallow path bringing us to a place of false belonging.
Years pass, dreams are quashed, more years pass. Families break from the pressure of societies “DREAM” ---we must fill a role or we’ll quickly be cast aside, shunned by the dreamless.
You resist, resistance shrouds you in solitude; you’re not like the others, you want to dream, you want to scream out, “It’s okay to be different. It’s okay to dream. It’s okay to be me!”
Society, says, NO---there is a place for everyone, we must be ‘productive and responsible’ or you’ll be subtracted from the system.
The system is flawed!
It’s not based on beauty; instead, ever so sadly, it is based on a consumptive model. Eventually stripping away greatness, which is never allowed to flourish, marginalizing brilliance, making those who need us to consume disgustingly wealthy as they orchestrate the next move for the world.
We need to stop the game!
We don’t know how. The ingrained messages have lived on far too long. The media and broken homes lay paths, that without reluctance, we continue to follow. The torrent of the stream is strong, distractions replace thought; evil rises, good is pulled under, exhausted from the pursuit, everything frays; we look to Deities to provide comfort and meaning. We drop critical from thinking and continue to allow others to script our lexicons. Broken, you become; it was part of the equation---it does not need be.
For some, many, family becomes part of a downward spiral... you want acceptance; however, like you have become, they’ve been part of the broken plot for generations; you want love---family provides judgement.
You want to be held; those who could hold have been used up and expiration has been on the table for decades. They’re chasing the unreachable as the dangling carrot is quickly pulled away from countless lost souls who’ve been consumed by the parasitical consumption we’ve been so blindly participating in.
Many fall, broken, defeated; as they realize the story began with a lie, it’s now too late for them to climb... the original dream was a fallacy; tears are all that are left. Yet, the broken can’t cry, their hearts have turned barren, bitterness consumes their souls.
You conclude; you’re strong, as much as you need to be held, your difference, your uniqueness, left you only slightly scathed; therefore, you have a responsibility, to yourself first, more importantly, to others as your embrace can provide moisture to the hearts of those laying crumpled, nearly defeated, as they come to terms with “all being created equal” being a ruse’---that was never meant to be other than in spirit.
Understanding provides light. Night comes, quickly to be replaced by day. The cycle speeds; you see dysfunction in every daybreak. The revolutions increase in velocity with each year. You want them to slow. More light is on the horizon. You reach out; warmth fills your being, it is finally becoming reachable.
You share your home with strangers, family long gone, but not forgotten. You need to find a way to let them be. To assure them you are okay.
You need to let them have peace; you’re not sure how?
The solution is simple; however, part of you is broken and healing is elusive.
Friends become more.
The strangers who’ve entered bring splendour---the corner of the globe from whence they came, insignificant, nor is the colour of their skin, or the preference of ones’ mate. All that matters is what lay in ones’ essence.
The lesson brings more radiance; the world, lathered in an infancy of imperfection is beautiful, every one of us, part of the canvas.
We’re connected; we have responsibility to each other to love, share, hold, kiss, caress, nurture and support.
We are responsible for the long strokes of fragrant silky smooth brushes, highlighting and encouraging greatness while at the same time expounding the negativity, which shamefully, corrupts us all.
We have a responsibility to change course; to reformulate our next direction with love and kindness, judgement needs to fall from the script, and be replaced with compassion. Instead of consuming we need to simplify and bring life back to caring, instead of having.
Love enshrines beauty, nurture leads to possibilities, questioning norms allows the dangling carrot to be reached as the make believe bringing the masters power will be vanquished by reality as we replace what we are sold with what lay naked and pure in our hearts.
All we can offer our children is love. The canvas no longer belongs to us; we must relinquish it to the next generation, trusting that they’ll lead us to a better way.
And, the canvas more than ever before, needs to be brushed with love!
stroked by: lw
99.7% of the photography and artwork are lindsay w. originals
created: february 10th 2012
©lindsay wincherauk 2012
created: february 10th 2012
©lindsay wincherauk 2012