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Perception…reality.

Ancient, Blind, Boys, Brain, Cartoon

If there is an underlying reality, we don’t know what it is.  There are only individual realities.  Individual realities are forced to co-exist, since we are in the same space, seeing and experiencing the same things differently, each in our own way, at the same time.

There is no “normal” because no one can describe what “normal” is.  The person writing the definition would be writing if from her/his own perspective/world view. That goes for everything.  All psychology, philosophy, all definitions are from the perspective of the author, the teachers, and what you yourself take away from the writing or the lectures because you hear and read through your own point of view.

We can never escape our own individual reality.  It’s impossible, because it’s who and what we are. We learn and change, according to who we are.  That’s the whole point.  Whatever we do, we do it from our own perspective/reality.  It can’t BE any other way.  We can never not be who we are.  The fact that we don’t know who we are, not really, has nothing to do with it.  We react, hear, see, feel and experience the world from that personal one-of-a-kind place.

When people read the something, and tell you what it says, they are telling you what it means to them, or what they learned from someone else.  No one really knows what an author meant when she wrote something unless she tells you herself.  Even then, people will disagree with her.  I’ve seen that happen.  The song, by Peter, Paul and Mary, Puff the Magic Dragon is not about drugs.  They said that over and over again.  They wrote it.  They sang it.  But a lot of people don’t believe them.

The bottom line is that everything is in play.  Free floating, the meaning open to interpretation by anyone and everyone, according to each person’s reality, which is always and forever, one-of-a-kind.

Often times, when we agree with someone, we are agreeing to different things but we just don’t realize it.

That’s why witnesses all see something different.  We all read a different book, even though it’s the same book.  We go through life on assumptions.  We assume we are talking about the same things, when we are not.  We assume we understand each other, but we do not.

Reality is an interesting concept.  Joint reality is simply made up of all of our individual realities.  Realities are an individual concept that we agree to see as some kind of whole.  It’s like a huge joint dream or hallucination.  It’s a way to try and survive together, but it’s not real.

When our realities are too far apart, we kill each other, or hate each other, or elect an idiot.  Realities do clash and people are sometimes surprised, never realizing that we are all living in different worlds, that just happen to be in the same place.

We are all conditioned and brainwashed to believe certain things.  We can over come that, but our core is something we’re born with.  There’s no overcoming that part of ourselves.  There’s no overcoming ourselves and what we think the world is.  People can lie to themselves and to each other, but we are who we are and what we see is the only thing that’s real to each of us.  We can never walk in anyone else’s shoes.  We can be in the same situations, but we won’t experience things in the same way.  We can only experience things in our own way, anything else is impossible.

Empathy just means that we recognize that someone is going through something and we will support them while they are in that place. If you think that you understand what the person is going through, you’re understanding it in your own individual way, which may have nothing to do with what the person experiencing her/himself.

Ask yourself what it is…

Room, Old, Empty, Abandoned, Interior

what makes
your space
tolerable
what can’t you live
without
what feeds your
creativity
your
mind
what do
you have
to have
to be
at peace
no matter how big
or small
what is it
and
why

Okay, so…

Minimalism, Emotions, Feelings, Joy

Each of us reacts to everything in our lives with our innate personality and the emotions that come along with that.  We are who we are.  We come into this world already locked and loaded with a personality.  Remember startled baby, happy baby,  etc.  We all know people who cry at the drop of a hat and people who don’t cry at all.  Often time we are confused by the reactions of others, since they are so different than out own.  I remember my daughter telling me that she went to a movie with her friend and her friend started crying.  My daughter turned to her and said, “I don’t know why you’re crying but I’m never going to the movies with you again.  She still brings that up, every now and then, because it was so strange to her and it happened years and years ago.”

Naturally, experience and environment play a part in our development but kids react according to their inner being.  At least that’s the way I see it.  That’s sometimes why people seem unpredictable or surprising.  Where we get angry and take action, another person falls apart and doesn’t do anything at all.

Trying to change people is going against type.  There are times when people seem to act inappropriately.  There are those who have cried, or hidden, been fearful their entire lives and there are those who face things head on and act whether they are afraid or not.  This is not necessarily about introverts or extroverts, but I’m sure those traits are part of us as well.

Just ask yourself if anyone could get you to be different than you are.  Did anyone ever try to change how you were, how you acted, or reacted.  Did parent’s teachers, anyone, try to change you?  If so, how did that work out?   Of course, there are always those who will defer to others.  Those who will give up their ives to make others happy.  But there are also those who would never think of doing that.  There are also those who would never ask that anyone give up their own choices and lives for them.  All innate.

We are who we are.  It’s difficult to bury who we are, when asked, or forced.  Doing so can lead to all kinds of unhealthy and unpleasant things.  I’m not talking about horrific behavior, I’m just writing about normal behavior and reactions to life in general.

It’s easy to see that this is true.   We can’t change our kids, anymore than our parents could change us.  We aren’t supposed to change, we are supposed to work with what we came her with, from the start.  That’s why we have those things inside of us.

Some people call those  things buttons.  If you know someone well, you know how they’ll react, because their reactions, like our own, are always, or mostly the same.  If my cousin gets something sentimental, she’ll cry.  And she will cry every single time.  If I get the same thing, I just wonder what to do with it, or I think it’s nice and then I wonder what to do with it.  I react that way every single time.  If my daughter gets something like that, she’ll wonder when she can drop it off at Good Will.  Every single time.  My daughter and I will force bus, or any other drivers, including our selves,  to stop in the middle of the street/highway to save a duck or frog or anything else. We will make a huge scene, when forced, because we HAVE TO SAVE WHATEVER IT IS.  Every single time.  Did I teach her that?  Yes, but it’s part of her and that’s why she does it.  I tried to teach her other things and they didn’t take.  That’s the whole point.  You know what the people around you will do because the pretty much always react the same way, because they were born with those reactions deep inside of them.

Abuse can alter a person’s behavior.  Abuse can do a lot of things.  Stress, seeing no way out, being trapped, all has to do with being unable to be who you are.  That’s the biggest thing there is.  BEING WHO YOU ARE.  People will even commit suicide, if they can’t see a way to ever be who they are.   That’s what our soldiers do, ALL THE TIME, because they are forced to do things that are not natural, or part of who they are.  Death is often a choice some people make, when they can’t be themselves, for whatever reason.  For many others they simply live lives of misery and depression.  That’s why forcing people to go against type is cruel and destructive.  No one knows what’s best for another person.  NO ONE.

I don’t understand why my cousin cries.  She can’t possibly understand me, since she doesn’t fight for a single thing and I never stop fighting.  We are very different.  But we love each other and have fun together.  She’s quiet and I’m not.  Changing places would kill both of us in a couple of hours.

So, when you look at those around you, especially your children, take into consideration that we can’t possibly understand anyone, anymore than anyone can understand us.  And remember that the people who want YOU to change, never want to change themselves.  Don’t do that to someone else. If you don’t like the way someone is, YOU change to fit into their life.  Not as easy as you think, but give it a shot, or be quiet.   Picture everyone as a wee newborn, already programed to be who s/he is.  Then leave them alone.  I might drive you crazy but they have the right to become themselves.

We can offer advice, we can talk with people but ultimately, we each own our own lives.  You can do that too, no matter how old you are.  Don’t die, pretending.

Hey, I’m just sayin’/

Plato for beginners…

Ancient, Blind, Boys, Brain, Cartoon

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FROM: CANDY…

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This is the picture over my stove…

Okay, so…

Question Mark, Note, Duplicate, Request

I’ve noticed that today, in the era of GOOGLE and all the answers we will ever need and more, that when you ask someone a question, they don’t think, they don’t answer, they immediately LOOK IT UP.  Then they read the answer to you, or just send it to you.  This, in my opinion, stops discussion, stops thinking, and it also stops the mystery, the search, the wondering.  It’s like all the phone numbers we all knew by heart, but can no longer remember, because we simply press a button.  I believe we are on the verge of learning how to think about things.

When I talk to my daughter and wonder about something, she says, “Look it up,” or she looks it up while we’re talking and then gives me the answer.

I miss wondering about things and trying to find the answers.  It’s like unwrapping a gift. The wonder and excitement of finding out what’s inside is destroyed, if the thing is just handed to you in it’s original packaging  Where’s the surprise?

I think we are losing connections to each other, and to our thought processes, at an alarming rate.  We’re also taking the joy out of conversations and discovery.  Things are cold and clinical.  Printed in texts that are flat and boring.

I’ve stopped asking questions, or trying to have discussions about things, with a lot of people.  It’s no longer enjoyable.  It’s more like being in a stuffy classroom, where the teacher just reads his notes to everyone and expects them to think he’s interesting.  He’s not.

Immediate gratification is something I’m all for, in certain situations.  Really, sometimes I want things to happen YESTERDAY, because tomorrow is too far away.   Conversation, on the other hand, is more like laying around, with a cup of something, talking about incredible things, without typing, while you try and figure out if there is a ninth planet behind Pluto.

I adore heated “arguments/debates” that are loud, fast, and furious, because it’s all so real and you can feel the passion in what people are saying.  There’s no passion in a screen and you can be alone to look things up…and that’s the scary part.  More and more we are by ourselves, looking things up, and shutting the door on real people and connecting with each other through words and ideas.

Too many people are going to classes on socialization, how to talk to girls, how to BE A HUMAN BEING.  Either something’s wrong, or we are evolving into emotionless things, who are disconnected from each other and hooked up to electronics.

I know this is crazy, but if I have a question, I LOOK IN A BOOK, or think about all the ways the answer could turn out.  People have said, “No one looks things up in books any longer.”  I do.  I like the hunt.  I like having options and actually thinking about things.  That may be old fashion, but I’m okay with that, since I love books.  Of course, I look thing up, now and then, I’d be crazy not to.   But I like to think, not just have someone tell me all the answers, they believe to be true at the moment.

I used to love conversations, but they’re harder to come by nowadays.  I miss the way we used to be excited to talk about things, sometimes all night long.  I miss that a lot.  Too much instant gratification is like the rat in a lab, spending his life pushing the button for another pice of cheese.  People push the button too often, if you ask me.

 

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Truth…

Lamb…

“Hi.  I’m pretty new.  One day I’ll be big like my mother and father, but I’m little now.  When you’re little you need to be taken care of by those who love you.  Those you can trust to protect you, not harm you.  My mother said we are going to run away, as soon as I’m strong enough, because she doesn’t want things punched through my ears, and she doesn’t want me thrown to the ground and my wool stolen.  She said people eat us too. I don’t understand why humans are so terrible but I told my mother I would grow as fast as I could, so we can leave as soon as possible.  My father is going to run away with us and maybe my cousin.  I’m afraid all the time.  Worried that someone will take me when my parents aren’t next to me.  I don’t think children should have to worry about being taken and tortured, or eaten.  Life shouldn’t be so brutal.  Anyway, I can’t wait to leave.  I’m eating more, so that I’ll get stronger everyday.   But I’m still afraid someone will hurt, or kill me.  What are lamb chops?”

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Life is a lot like the weather…full of darkness with startling flashes of light now and then…

Tree, Weather, Clouds, Hill, Mood, Landscape, Nature

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