an afternoon of considering boundaries…unedited.

Boundary: a line which marks the limits of an area or thought; a dividing line.

Consider the definition of boundary… you will find that it’s meaning crosses social,political, geographical, metaphorical and ethical boundaries. That is to say,  it is generally defined by how it conventionally performs. National platforms,global borders, moral concepts and everyday communication are all drenched in border crossing to various degrees.  Iraq, the Mexican border, parliament, airports,neighbourhoods,retailers, consumers, families, society. Boundaries are infinite and ultimately boundless. My interest lies in the moral boundaries we create for ourselves and the sweeping boundary society assumes us to be limited by.

It seems obvious to say that social boundaries for the most part make sense. They take little thought and are compelled to perform naturally. Though there will continue to be exceptions, saying thank you and holding doors, to me is an instinct. So then it’s the nebulous that is questionable. The individual. We each assign our own spin on accepted concepts and decisions. Indeed one must consider many perspectives as we click along our paths to betterment. Ask someone who has had an affair their opinion about  affairs, then ask someone who has never had an affair their opinion about affairs Their answers can only be subject to their experience with or without said affair. Then ask the spouses their opinions about affairs and you will begin to see a seemingly random pattern of perspectives.

It could be said that no one miserable human being can share the literal moral boundaries of another. That being said, here I offer merely a suggestion to begin navigating this road of pot holes, ego checks and land mines… be candid. be straightforward. be accepting. be compassionate. be here. now.

Acknowledging that we are all similar in our differences uncovers so many characteristics of what and where  boundaries lie. Some are not so easily crossed. Intent and desire can dictate where the lines are drawn.

Ethical boundaries can be infinitely debated. Compromising the desire of the self surprizes with encounter after encounter of boundaries worth crossing. Some can be consequential.     The choice is to the individual. Though in recent times the social urge to set boundaries, regulations, legislation and law has revealed a larger misconception that general boundaries create a common place that logically allow for a society built on values and virtue. But what has failed to be observed is that to restrict the self from personal evolution, from fully experiencing all feelings and encounters by setting boundaries and creating separation is in fact the opposite of the intent of social inclusivity and boundaries become obsolete.Idealistically speaking, a boundary for keeping something in weights  gently as the boundary for keeping things out are generally complicated, emotional and irrational. These are the defining moments… and to deny permission to cross the  boundary feels like a slap in the face. Over regulation commits to denying pleasure and weakening the ability to find satisfaction. Once pleasure becomes obvious and controllable more regulation is needed and the boundary debate resumes…

Political boundaries are officially unofficial. Each layer of rhetoric distorts the boundary of  ideals, beliefs, values, promises, platforms and the talking points that are not bound by the edges of the fringe. My interest is not political, (though I will consider expanding my perspective another time). The values we consider when we ourselves experience, lead us around the world to encounter barriers, obstacles, coincidence and infinitely anything. Shifting my performance and perspective to exceed the general expectation that we must follow the guidelines and border lines, I find myself in a coalition with conformity,compromise and consequence. Each able to state its claim. Each rational. Each carefully considered…. yet more often than not the outcome is that of social law: for the greater good. The compromise easily becomes tiresome and boring…..and new possibilities for new boundaries are born.

One notion I’ve acquired was that boundaries are made for those who require little more than what is within said boundary. For those who require the gut wrenching practice of pushing said boundaries…. beware…. no one of us are exempt from consequences that arise from even a well thought out illegal border crossing.

Possess The Moment

It had never occurred to me that
one perspective could be
that to assure a state
or procure or even attain
one must fail to keep,
be deprived of,
suffer and let pass,
to be sure one receives what it desires.

This makes sense.
Like a natural law.

I am puzzled by the idea that loss seems to suggest that something is ultimately not good.
Loss is balance.
As is acquiring.

Both require physical experience and spiritual attention and
experience and attention need a moment and
this seems to be it.

Acceptance is looming.

Can’t you feel it when you walk places?

in theory there’s no such thing as bad decisions

 

Some days I spend completely alone.

There are no phone calls, no new blog posts, no prime Keith Olbermann or amazing new music found.

There’s just me and my head.

Days like these can be offered in several funny ways. 

Mine for example have a strange way of putting things in their place.

Perspective is almost always found.

Usually there are certain things that are allowed to be forgotten and put to rest,

while others are found and put to use.

There’s simplicity in time spent alone.

There’s no one to entertain or cater to, no one to consider, ask or feel obligated by.

I feel committed  to myself.

Simply put, my devotion  has only stretched so far…. far enough to notice that if I detach myself from any possible outcome or expectation then there are no regrets, no disappointments and 

NO BAD DECISIONS.

for J.C…. you know dude. listen to sonny moore. his music is struggle.

bebound

the perfect thing has no difficulties except that it refuses to be imperfect.

 

It reveals itself completely and has no disguise.

 

it has no fixed thoughts for or against and what it likes and dislikes has not yet been determined.

 

this idea has become the new counterculture again.we’ve gone from making a movement with meaning and substance to moving with what we’re told to and believing we’re still cool and individual as we do it.  

  by perfection, is it meant that everything is one, perfected together? or are we all stuck on the idea that perfection lies in the material things that surround us?

 

i think we have  reached perfection when there is nothing wanting nothing more superb.  

it’s a choice. a decision that you commit to.

 there is no  standardized version of what perfection is or should be,  which leaves us with the notion that nothing is guaranteed and only we as true individuals can decide what our own perfection is.

i’ve been reading camus again….

this is a paraphrase…….

‘if we believe in nothing and nothing has any meaning and if we can affirm no values whatsoever then anything is possible and nothing has any importance.                                                                                                           so then there is no good or evil and the killer is neither right nor wrong. we would be free to devote ourselves to whomever or whatever we want.                                                                                                                          evil and virtue are just mere chance and fate.’  (camus)

 

these words are attached to me.                                                                                                                         somehow i could never fully understand them, until i tried and each time i made the attempt the outcome was different. this time as i read The Rebel it has occurred to me that it all boils down to connection. if there is connection then there is meaning and camus’ philosophy is merely an opinion based on a lack of connection. perhaps the part i can agree with is that some things certainly are “mere chance and fate.”

orbit

I try to mix cynicism with tolerance and even some cases acceptance.

This can be a powerful recipe if you know what you’re doing. I do not. Know what I’m doing most times. Take right now, what am I even trying to say?

My Dad used to tell me to “Give your head a shake” That always made me laugh. And I always shook  my head.

That’s what I’m doing right now. Shaking and laughing and reminding myself that…….THIS IS IT.  

I try to mix detachment with the motion and forwardness of of time.

Moving towards life. A series of endless choices and regretful consequences made memorable  by either boredom or low self esteem. Or perhaps both despite their  unusual partnership.

The reoccurring theme to life is to be in the moment.

This is not a bad idea to attach myself to.

I try to mix the need for individualism with the truth of counterculture.

Though we exist, is it believable to think that we are distinct from the next or moreover typical? Can we be defined by merely existing? Or are we defined by our thoughts and actions?

  So then who defines our thoughts?  We live the series of choices and in doing can we not then choose our own definitions of what things are and mean to us?  

  Subjectivity precedes definition.

I try to mix my inherited qualities with my assumptions about who I should be.

Through this delicious cocktail I have observed that for me, just being is a more fulfilling and inspiring way to be. Being life is the process of becoming and becoming is a good friend of happiness whom will probably introduce you if you’re just being.

 I can come across pretentious but I’m too simple for that.

the end.

(question.realize.detach.be.question.) ORBIT.

the benefits of avoidance

So here it goes….

There isn’t much to say when you have lots to say and refuse, or are unwilling to verbalize your thoughts. The only thing to be said of this is…. well nothing. It’s called a feeling and it’s compellingly pathetic.(In my small opinion)  There is something noble about having the strength to let it out (as they say) and discuss  a said thing, situation or feeling. So having made the leap  it is also true to nobility to suffer/accept the outcome rather than conjuring up some sort of twisted experience of the world and it’s fight against you prematurely. Sometimes keeping it to yourself is the wisest strategy. Sometimes the wisest strategy is to love the unknown.

So having titled my very first entry, “The Benefits of Avoidance”. Let’s consider a few things; One, avoiding something doesn’t make it non-existent. In fact the effort it takes to avoid it keeps it real. Two,consider whether it falls under 3 categories 1. Does it help?  2. Does it hurt?  3. Does it avoid? Think about this. If it helps someone or ourselves it should be brought to light. If it hurts someone or ourselves, perhaps it should be brought to light but only if it will benefit in the end. If you choose to avoid something, my experience is it simply comes down to  ego. The ego overrides so many basic human interactions and lack thereof  that it causes us to undermine our own true essence and the essence of those around us. Which in turn causes us to overlook or even UN-acknowledge so many simple and relevant moments along the way. What ever happened to consideration, generosity, involvement, inclusion, and helpful knowledge. These are fundamentals man!

In truth, my ego has me in an ebb and flow these days so until the moment comes when I can see beyond what it is to be me right at this very moment, nothing I say, do or type can ever have any substance. So until  that time I conclude that there are so very few benefits to avoidance.