I once had a friend that said to me, “Mark, you are the only guy I know that isn’t nuts.” Of course he was coming from the world of media and photojournalism, where substance abuse, and all sorts of interesting relationships to garner information come from where truth and honesty is masked behind the world of propaganda, image, and how something appears.
Then a few years later, I guess I had what he also said, “In everyone’s life, they will have periods where you go off the rails or seem nuts to the world.” Another friend mentioned there is some rhythm of life where tribulations and trials come to mold us and help us grow and change – or repeat history.
Of course, to quantify, one has to actually be trying or doing something to get to this stage. In my case, life was taking all the strengths and using them, while forgetting that I had weaknesses too.
While actually getting to a place where you see how imperfect you are really sucks, it is a great blessing in the process to change.
(I have been typing and trying to remember what the topic that I thought about at 3 am is for today that I didn’t write down in the middle of the night…voila!)
An old saint wrote, “Purity is corrupted more speedily than corruption is made pure. So it goes with the container that is our heart.”
That line got my attention yesterday, as there are many days when I put in the time, effort and work to change myself that I really wonder if anything will ever change. Of course, I know that it will, but when you are in the middle of the process, ones mind tries to get them off the track to continue working through to the end.
“Why you working on that, wouldn’t it be more fun or easier to….”?
“You really think you can change after you did all that? Hahahaha”
"C'mon, take a break, go do somethign fun, why work?"
Perhaps that is how one changes. You go through life, do some things well, make mistakes with others, and if you stop and take the time to look at yourself, you realize, “wow, I should shut up and stop looking at everyone else, I have enough stuff on my own to work on.”
The irony of how one learns not to try to judge anyone else comes through looking at you.
In a psychology forum, someone posed a question about clothing being our sort of second skin. When I engage the marketing portion of my brain, I could get all giddy with how one could take the idea of red shoes and market them from a purely sensory and experiential view to convey a message to someone, but with where we are with the Augmanity technologies I wrote something to the effect that red shoes on a woman are much like a red tie on a man.
With the exception of the really horrific red Christmas holiday ties that get sold each year, one wears a red tie to convey a feeling of power, energy, and assertiveness in strength. Then I added, red could convey threatening and aggressive behavior, stress, and danger. In the context of the idea of make up and what we wear to present our outward image, I asked, “How many people are wearing the first meaning to cover up the second one inside them?”
These are the questions I ponder through the day as we try to focus what we want Augmanity to deal with. There are so many applications, yet, what will be the ones that can actually benefit people the most, that they get a choice in growing.
It would be easy to sell this to some government or surveillance society group, but that really seems a bit creepy. Perhaps 30 years ago I would have done it, as I had yet to learn the value of freedom in choice as a human being.
It’s ok to laugh at my stupidity. Call me a late bloomer.
The problem I see is that people are moving more towards self and those just like them in the same ideas and beliefs, and further from that idea that we are all part of something larger.
The world can change, but only if man, en mass decides to look inside themselves and not keep looking at everyone else and pointing a finger at them and judging them.
That’s my three cents for the morning coffee break thought about whatever.