insight from a bright blue sky

Damn!  It’s frustrating to be categorized!
Why does everyone, every survey, every discussion seem intent to stick you in the hole that determines your worth.

I can like different styles of music without it defining who I am, just like I can dress different ways without labeling myself.  I can have multiple tattoos and work a daytime job.  I can play a guitar and sing without having aspirations to “make it to the big time”.

What is the deal with the pride and also in turn shame with labels and labeling?

The fact one even labels themselves removes the independence of whatever they were trying to express by clumping them with the masses.

STOP trying to put yourself somewhere just to feel like you have a place.  It will never fit right because you are not a pair of hand me down shoes.  The journey’s travelled and life lived doesn’t fit right because it is not your own.  You need to carve your own path or forever feel that “off” feeling.

STOP trying to fit someone into a classification because you don’t have the time/interest to get to know them and understand that hey, guess what, they’re a REAL LIVE human being!

We all have individual thought whether or not we have the courage to admit it.  It’s that bravery that allows us to voice our opinions instead of quoting another’s.  It’s that bravery that forces us from the sidelines.

I blame it on sort of a misconstrued logical thought process that we as inner philosophers try to piece the world together in.  It’s easier to have smaller variables of the world that make up our everyday living, then to have an intangible amount.  I suppose its mind boggling to know things aren’t as predictable as they seem, people aren’t as simple as they ought to be.

But life isn’t simple.

Have you looked at the stars to comprehend the very real thought that hey, there’s something up there then a romantic backdrop to the night sky.  That these things exist not just length in distance but time.

That you are such a miniscule part to the existence of this universe, and yet look in your mind at the universe in your own head, the unanswered questions of life.  Can you even do that?

This is where the great meditations go, brief moments of reflections that makes it all real.

We all live in this imaginary world of fantasy, of dreams, and hope is just another word for it really.

To look at it all, take it all in, feel the life in everything.

When was the last time you took in the seasons and recognized the miracle at just what it contains?

Life, this world, a leaf on a tree is a beautiful, miraculous thing.

But we’re so self centered; I’m there just the same with everyone.

It’s too big.  It’s too daunting to consider it all.

It’s scary.

The world beyond my doorstep, beyond my iPod, beyond my understanding.

But at the same time… how magnificent?

There’s a philosophical ramble for the day.  All inspired by the sun shining in a bright blue sky, with the faintest wisps of cloud… as -30 wind-chill burns my nose and ears red on the walk to work.