It’s completely natural to be mentally and physically involved with emotion when something happens not to your liking to you, your family and or community. The first reaction is to instantly invite change without using tremendous amounts of power; therefore we rely on others to bring the energy to the unexpected game at play.
Stop! Count to twenty two! Race to the restroom and flush the toilet three times!
It’s completely natural to mentally and physically allow your emotions to get involved with moments of dislike and sour taste but practicing the fine art of innocent bystanders such as children, coworkers, neighbors, brothers and sisters is nothing more than scraping the needle on a turntable/record player across The Eagles Greatest Hits not once but two hundred times.
People think I’m insane but the shape of your eyes tells me to take cover.
Thanks to Face Book, Twitter, My Space, Texting and minute by minute updates inside the assumed protective world of emails; it’s become our willingness to wear our weight on the shoulders holding up the ticking thinker with bat ears on the side geared toward pulling in more reasons to be depressed, sick to your stomach, hateful of your job and whatever else is going to be compared to the ugly feeling felt.
It’s human nature to compare your whoops and oh my Gods to each person you meet making their pitfalls and spin outs highly more earth shattering; by days end you’re having a brilliant performance because everything you’ve done is no where near as bad as theirs. One problem; the people you unknowingly took down because they felt compassionate enough to listen, help heal and deliver you to a higher mountain of peace and serenity now feel like crap and without choice are forced to carry your weight on their shoulders.
It’s got to stop! The world isn’t your babysitter, psychologist, parental figure or best friend. Let’s get one thing straight, the only reason why the human race exudes the energy to be nice to each other is because we’re taught to love thy neighbor; in the real world where bears make potty in the woods, the vicious cycle of survival is based on the strong and never the weak.
No matter how bad your heart hurts and your dreams feel empty and cold; your daily if not hourly goal should always be to look deeply into the nature of what upsets the presence of your path to create a mindful and compassionate response. Money doesn’t buy happiness. Having 4,000 friends on Face Book doesn’t guarantee you the Mayors job in the cities you keep. The idea of wanting to feel accepted has become this nation’s worst addiction with a new high waiting impatiently each time you reach to turn on the computer or cell phone.
It’s human nature to shout out commands. I grew up hating my stepfather because the only way he knew how to talk to me was through orders sharply delivered by a mouth so big the airport in Billings gave private tours to visitors in search of the seven wonders of the world.
What I didn’t want to do was grow up to be him. I buried myself in religious studies only to realize, “Holy cow! The preacher man is yelling too! Look at those arms flying in the air! It must be ok to scream…”
The power of authority doesn’t have to be aggressive and overbearing; mistakes are supposed to be made or we’d still be cave people running around half naked with chunks of squared rocks and wood holding up carts that don’t move.
Learning to be patient is a trick parents use to softly remind you that time doesn’t always deliver dreams to their proper place on the pedestal. Practicing patience as an adult is nothing more than the reintroduction of the two year old freshly dipped into a vat of chocolate and a mid afternoon espresso.
More adults want it now than every child featured on this planet. The only difference, adults come with power happy positions that strike out at you like knives headed for Harrison Fords head in Indiana Jones. We’ve accepted the idea that giving up is survival. Tossing away your ambitions for another person’s checking account is the new American dream. You either buy into the process or walk.
Ladies and gentleman…there’s a lot of suffering going on in this country and nobody has the courage to step forward and say, “I’m going to stop hurting like hell.” Sickness levels continue to reach all time highs because the mind body and soul doesn’t know if its coming or going and the moment its figured out, you pass out from exhaustion only to wake up ten minutes later to feed another person's wants and desires.
It’s human nature to be unskillful in our guidance but in the process we’ll learn how to share in a way that doesn’t create suffering. In being so open with our emotions we give reason to everyone to turn and walk away from us. I should never be able to read your mind thirty feet from these fingertips.
Three virtues are required in the construction of a brilliant day; the virtue of cutting off, the virtue of loving and the virtue of insight.
Cut off your anger, your craving and ignorance. I called a very good friend yesterday who is seriously down and out. Bluntly I said, “As a human I have compassion for you but as a fellow artist I stand not above you but near you and remind you that being an artist gives you permission to create in the places you feel pain.”
The virtue of loving is accepting, forgiving and embracing. Never once did I feel embarrassed or required a need to run from my mentally challenged brother. I accepted that we weren’t the perfect family. I embraced the idea of learning more which has helped me realize there’s not a soul on this earth who isn’t challenged mentally.
The virtue of insight is being able to see in someone’s eyes the uninvited changes one tends to experience…seek not to fault your friend but empower them with an avenue of positive vibrations. Be the first to say, “Hello.” Be the last to say, “Have a great night.” But do not jump in the hole with them or the world has been gifted with two states of depression.
Learn to look deeply before reacting even if it means racing into the bathroom to create what those on the outside will assume was a triple flush. Step out of that room laughing your head off and shout it out loud, “Whew! Now that I’ve got that out of me…it’s time for a beautiful day! Quick! Someone come shake my hand!”
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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