The Faux Pas Press #173: Exicted for Something

The Faux Pas Press #173 Excited for Something By Chambo Fresh I used to question when I could or couldn't raise my own voice. Thinking, deep in the smallest parts of myself, that their must be a permission slip to fill out, some ultimate authoritarian doctor of truth from whose mouth comes all truth. That was the guy I needed to talk to, the man whose permission I would need. Maybe this man had a better mind than mine and one that could do it more clearly. That would be the man to open his mouth. I've seen this in children, those whose hearts yearn so desperately for approval that they wait and look, and check it out, make sure the coast is clear. Children making noise in their own heads, sounding off guns of desperation, gentle looks and glances. A tired man sits quietly in his evening chair drinking a cold beer dozes off into the recesses of his mind. A mind so far-reaching that not a single one of us could plot points to its end. A mind connecting both you and I and that child and that man. Chances are good that his thoughts are mine and his thoughts are yours. That the mind is ever-seeking that which reflects itself. And is it possible that which you seek is also seeking you. Security, money, protection, love. When I was a kid I used to imagine myself growing into something greater than what I was, worthy and delightful to all. When I was a kids I used to imagine myself doing great things - and then I would do great things. And others would witness my doing great things and then reality would form around it. I dreamed of being a great baseball player, and with a little imagination, a little dreaming, acting, and movement, I began playing baseball like others I looked up to. I surrounded my bedroom with my baseball card collection, looked at the pictures of the greats and talked about baseball with everyone I could. As with all dreamers, thoughts flood the pools of consciousness, and if not cared for, wash away like yesterday. Dreams are material in that way. Just as they make their way into our experience, they can dissappear a return upon or decision to care for them. What we neglect will neglect us. So, every little word that you speak, be careful. It is a symbol of what is to come for you. Every prayer you offer for others. Your loved ones will dissappear from your life if neglected. So, cultivating thoughts is huge. Master our inner-selves. When I was seventeen I was acting all the time - even when I wasn't acting, I was acting. Now, I'm realizing that is not such a bad thing. What you think your are - you are. Whether you think you can or you can't - you're right.