Mindless Thinking

Just when you think that there’s nothing that can be done. When you’ve reached the end of your rope. When you feel like you’ve exhausted all options. Sometimes something comes along and completely changes everything. Where you once believed you were subject to the machinations of the Universe and had all but resigned yourself to that fate, suddenly, you’re back in control. (Control being an illusion not withstanding) Here’s the tricky part… Those things are there all the time. There never is an end of the rope. There is no way to exhaust all of the options. There is always something that can be done. Sometimes it’s just a matter of thinking of or remembering what resources are available. They’ve been there all along, but were in the background or weren’t considered to be of any use in this particular situation. Other times, it requires coming up with some unique new way of utilizing existing resources. Resources that are right in front of your face, but for whatever reeason get overlooked. And still, at other times, it requires finding something completely out of the ordinary. Or rather, your ordinary. For someone else, it may be common place, but for you, it’s not something that you’re used to doing. Hence the addage of “thinking outside of the box.” Welcome to my box. My little corner of what I call reality. The Universe that I inhabbit and spend most of my days wandering around. It’s a nice place. I kind of like it. Recently, there have been things happening in my life that have started to expand it. It’s fun. Well, it’s mostly fun. Some of it can get a little stressful if I let it. I try not to let it. The interesting part is the out of the box stuff. It’s wild out there. Out there, there are no limits. I’m beginning to find this out and really, really, … I mean totally, completely, really realize that anything is possible. It’s a trip. What can I do? Anything. Yes, literally anything. We all can. That’s the best part. It’s not localized to a select group. Everyone is capable of remarkable things. Eh… I’m rambling. I’m going to go enjoy possibility. You should try it.

Namastè,

Mortis.

Everything is a choice. Yes, everything. This one tends to get me in trouble. Well, not so much in trouble per say, but I get a lot of disagreement about it. People claim, “He didn’t choose to be hit by a drunk driver that ran a red light”, or “She didn’t choose to be raped”. Umm… Yeah, they did. Let me explain. I am not saying that the person chose to be victimized, not at all. But they did make choices that led to the events that occurred. The person who was hit by the drunk driver chose to be out that night. He chose to leave at the time that he did, and he chose the route that he took. He chose to put himself in the intersection at the time that the drunk driver ran the red light. Same thing with the woman who gets raped. No. It is not her fault. Not at all. However, she is accountable for the choices that she made. She chose to be where she chose to be when she chose to be there. That’s it. It’s not about blame. I’m not blaming the woman that was raped, or the driver who got hit. It’s about accountability. Accountability defined as, the ability to account for one’s own actions. The key words there being “one’s own”. No body else’s. The rapist and the drunk driver are also accountable for their actions. Ok. Drastic situations like drunk drivers and rape aside, seeing everything as a choice is a very powerful view point. It allows me to see the choices that I’ve made and the results of those choices. Knowing that doing the same thing yields the same results, if I want something different, I can make a different choice the next time. There are no right or wrong choices. Right and wrong are judgments. (That’s a whole different post) Choices just “are”. The driver did not make any choices that could be construed as “wrong”, and neither did the woman. They made choices based on past experience, (this is the fastest way home) world view, (I want to look pretty when I go out) and environment. (It’s a nice night out, I’m going to walk home) (The roads are dry and clean I can drive relaxed)…whatever. My point is that they just made normal choices that we all make every day. I’m willing to bet, however, that the next time, under the same circumstances, each of them will make a different choice. He will more than likely drive more cautiously in the future. She will be fearful, if not terrified, of ever walking home alone again. Choices are what run our lives. The choices that we make are what create the world that we live in. When we look back on events that have occurred and can remove judgment, we can see what our choices created. If we like the results, we can continue to make similar choices in similar circumstances. If we want a different result, we can choose to do something different the next time.

Namastè,

Mortis

This is frightening.

Mortis