I just asked a question, which you didn’t answer.
You answered, but you read into it, and then you put your own spin to it, and so I see what you want.
I see how you do it, again.. you. Comin through. And, it’s ok, to want it your way. I get it. It’s cool. No problem.
We clearly don’t have the answer figured out, or we’d be investing much more in education; helping our youth as much as we can and teaching them how to be better than we are.
Think about it. It’s really that simple.
Massive change is needed. Educating the next generation the right way is the quickest path to meaningful, lasting change.
And, this starts with leaders, acknowledging on behalf of the people, that we’re all fucked up; our system, and the majority.
I’m working, while taking a break.
You may call it, Joe Time. It’s when I’m out by the lake.
It’s-where I-wrote-this. It’s my space, my way.
My outlet. For me. Meditation I’d say.
I’m thinking about, Think less. Feel more. And, I’m thinking about this along with the idea of self awareness. Self awareness in terms of what comes out of our mouths.
In any given situation, work or home… think before you speak, and ask yourself, Can I find the answer on my own? Do I know the answer? Does this person want to hear what I have to say? Did they ask for my thoughts or opinion? And, are the words that I will speak coming from a good place? Am I seeing this person in a positive light? Are the words that I have in mind kind?
With these thoughts I surmise, there’s too much talking, and too much thinking. Too many unnecessary comments and conversations.
Think less. Feel more, and I believe we’ll find a better head space. Better perspective… and kinder words.
Is it Rude to Conclude, you’re-unwilling-to-change?
That your head’s very-much-in-the-Sand?
If not, may we talk? I’m talking simple debate.
I’m just wanting to Understand.
Can’t you see that I care? In your interest, I’m here.
I can see that you’re set in your Way.
But, give me a chance. I’m suggesting, more-time;
A gift for the taking, Today.
One issue seems, periphery. What is it we can see? I think of us with blinders on, and, Forest for the trees.
Perhaps we all are bound; restricted by our mind. The extent to which we’re open, will dictate what we find.
The hawk knows of boundaries, yet plays in the Wind. Accepting of nature, she spreads her Wings.
It’s a beautiful sight, that I’m privileged to See. And, that I’m privileged to consider; that she’s here with Me.
There are those who won’t look at me in the eyes.
And, there are those who have, and who have lied.
So sad these people, not dealing with truth.
Perspective is reality? Then, how varied our realities. How complex our existence, yet simple.
So close, yet so far we are from the way life is.
Can’t be the same as yesterday. There’s more than we have seen.
Better than we’ve been before. It must have been a dream.
Realized from from a man. That’s what lies ahead. Not just dreams, but what we see, when we are not in bed.
Like a key that’s lost. You look and look.
It won’t show up til you turn the page in the book.
Like the light you need. You don’t know if it’s there.
But, it reveals itself, as you’re becoming aware.
It’s a matter of focus. We see what we can.
Our eyes adjust, once we understand…
How to see things differently.