There is a saying: ‘Be careful of what you ask for, you just might get it.”

It

it

it is

or is it?

Attainable? Absolutely.

What does it mean to having it all?

It means to have all the joy and sorrow one can have crammed inside and outside your existence all at the same time. Everything. Every emotion, concept, idea, reaction, action, hope, desire, pain, torture, thought… Everything you know and don’t know. Everything of everything.

And now you know why some try meditation and some try banging their head against the wall…

It is harder to get rid of it all than having it all.

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What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

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Who would you like to talk to soon?

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my shadow on the sidewalk.

The Heard Word.

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What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

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Down near the crick sat two old men who acted more like children than those soon getting measured for a coffin.

Both were born in the same village, both the same age, both friends. Two proverbial peas in the pod.

Can’t tell you their real names cuz you don’t need to know, plus you wouldn’t give two shits about two old men. Gonna call them Walt and Frank.

Sittin by that crick the two sipped from the jug. Both made excellent shine and today the smooth corn gold liquid came from the still of Walt.

“Ah yes, this be some good,” Frank complimented Walt’s result of the recent run.

“Yup. Tweaked the heat a bit.”

The two sat by the crick sipping and watching in silence as the water critter bugs skipped and danced atop the slowly moving current.

Softly Walt spoke and said, “I was a thinking of taking my collection of S & H stamps and redeeming them fer something. Whatcha think I should a trade them for?”

Frank laughed a bit and replied, “Why in hell you want to trade your collection of S & H stamps fer? What, you must got at least twenty full books by now?”

“Nineteen. I got nineteen books clean full of them stamps. Been collecting them for years.”

Frank replied, “Well, you got me beat, I only got five and a partial. I’m gonna save mine fer a fillet knife.”

“Fillet knife? You got enough fer two.”

The two took to sippin again while in the tree behind them two squirrels were chittering bullshit about who owned the tree.

Ashes and Oblivion with only the potential of a small white flower germinating from the shit storm humans gave this planet as a parting gift.

Balance: To equalize. Stabilize the chaos between creation and destruction.

Work

Home life.

Are such concepts of such accepted reality able to be balanced?

Betrayal. Ah yes. To betray. Deceive. Gaslight. Hurt. Cause pain.

Home is where one can be secure to the degree society will allow. Live next to a meth lab your home is dangerous. Work in a meth lab and you are dangerous. Live in paradise and work with beauty is divine, safe, wonderful, peaceful…

This world is the meth lab, the people living here work in the meth lab. This world is a betrayal.

There is much to be overlooked in betrayal. The home life, the work. But there will never be balance between what is done, what is, and what needs to be.

For a very long time to be used to a world where work is wonderful and the home heavenly only to be thrust into an arena of shit. And thus comes hope and the concrete reality of betrayal.

To the mule trainer, fuck you your home and your job.

To the mule, the rabbit, the cow, sheep, pig…You’re being led to slaughter.

To the Wind. Such a wonderful and only friend. Thanks.

Balance between work and home?

There is balance between betrayal and hope. Both exist equally if one choose to live in such an honest lie. Betrayal is obvious and hope is obscure. Balanced. Equal.

Soon my work will be done and i will be able to go home. My real home.

There is a story of a proud young male called, boy. A boy who talked to God. God talked to the boy. Life was good.

God sent a Son to a planet called, Earth. Jesus. Maybe you have heard of this Man?

On planet Earth the many people of many colors, age, and time, all worshiped ‘something’.

Some sacrificed other humans to god or god’s. Some who believed in God sacrificed lambs, such as the Jews. Some sacrificed themselves.

Sacrifice: To offer, give, honor, appease, ‘something’.

Usually a sacrifice is also a depletion of a persons wealth. If an arm caused sin than cutting off that arm was a sacrifice. Barbaric? Bullshit? Strange? Well if you’re human, you decide.

Even those who don’t believe in god, god’s, God, or anything other than whatever it is they fancy at the moment, sacrifice. They sacrifice money to get an abortion. They sacrifice their morality to go fuck anything that moves.

Now, getting back to the boy who talked to God. One day he held a glass of water and poured it on the ground saying, “I offer this to God.”

Ha!

The boy was an idiot and quickly learned the folly of being an idiot. God was not amused, the boy was schooled. And Jesus died as a sacrifice so that no longer would sacrifices to God be needed.

No more slaughtered lambs. No more nailing a body to a piece of wood. All one has to do now is to talk with an open heart to God.

Simple.

Easy to understand as a single glass of water.

And the best part is the story has a good ending.

Geez…

A tough question.

One small improvement I can make in my life?

I guess the first thought coming to mind is to pull my head out of my ass.

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What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

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