Survival Instinct

This morning, I rescued a gecko from one of my cats. This was an eye-opener in two ways for me. First, the look on my cat’s face; a look that says: “Dang you! I worked hard for that! You are taking my livelihood away from me!” My feeling of guilt was short-lived though, as something else totally grabbed my focus shortly after.

As I held this little gecko, in total not even the length of my little finger, this brave little creature started to bite me. It bit me with all its might, and with a passion I can hardly describe. I wish I had a chance to take a picture of the event, but it struck me how much of a will to survive the little creature hard.

I stood there for a few seconds, observing the tenacity with which it bit me, and I simply had to admire its will to live. I could squash this little thing like a bug, if I wanted to, and it probably instinctively knew it, but it did not give up. It bit me as if it knew I would sooner or later have to let it go in a yelp of pain.

After a few seconds of watching this brave little thing, a few seconds that felt like an eternity in awe, I went outside and put it down in the garden. This leads me to another thought about where did my cat grab this gecko in the first place, and would it be able to find its way back from where it was initially kidnapped from? We know that cats and dogs can find their way home for miles and miles, but what about this little gecko? Your thoughts?

Until next time…

A song for every occasion…

I got the idea to write about this from a very special friend. Her suggestion was that there is a song for every occasion, every mood and every whim. Is that true? Let’s find out…

I can only speak from personal experience, and from a few hints dropped from others over time, but there is definitely truth in the Beatles song “Hey Jude” – “Take a sad song and make it better…”.

I wonder why you feel better when listening to a sad song? Or is it only a subgroup of people who feel better when they listen to sad songs? Perhaps it is the thing that subconsciously you feel better because you realize there are people out there who are more sad than you are at that time. Or maybe you are not quite that vindictive. Maybe the song makes you realize that you are not alone. What do you think?

Elton John says: “Sad songs, they say, sad songs, they say so much!” Perhaps that is the reason? When you are sad, you may be more perceptive to the words of the song. You can associate with the words better, you listen better. Could that be it?

But sad songs are for only one emotion. What about happy (feel-good) songs? What about philosophical songs? Religious songs? A very old song, by Katrina and the Waves, called “Walking on Sunshine” comes to mind. When I hear that song, no matter what mood I am in, I am ready to dance. ALWAYS. Bring me the biggest dance floor you can find, and bring it to me NOW! This seems to contradict the statement about sad songs written above. Perhaps two totally different songs can produce the same mood reaction? Perhaps one song can affect your mood in both ways, depending on your current mood, or when you listen to it?

But regardless what your feelings are about this observation, I am sure everyone agrees: music soothes the soul. Music does not only express your mood, but can change it. It can create a perception about you in other people. It can make you smile. You can fall in love to music, or you can have a break-up song. Music is LIFE!

Until the next time…

Open

What does an open window and curtain tell you? As opposed to a dark room with curtains closed? Compare the two.

Open window and curtains. Fresh air and light. It invites you in. And usually, when your window is open so other people can see into your place, the place is relatively neat. You don’t want people to look into your bedroom window when your clothes are on the floor and your bed is not made?

Closed windows and curtains. Stale air, darkness, Wants you to stay out. Your place could be a mess, you could be ashamed of your place. You could, perhaps, be too lazy to clean it up. Or, you could simply be busy with private matters.

Using this physical comparison, we can bring it to bear on our every day lives. Are we open? Are we closed? Are we a source of light for other people? Do we shut them out? Do we keep to ourselves and appear grumpy all the time? Or do we smile and let people into our souls?

Some of us have been hurt so many times and deem others to be so untrustworthy, that we do not want to let them inside. This is particularly true of the love scorned.

Are you like that? Closed? Perhaps. What are your reasons? Is it because of being scorned, or perhaps you simply do not know how to invite people in? Whatever your reason is, work at letting people in. The ones you appreciate most will be the light that shines from your eyes if you do…

Karma? Luck? I don’t know…

Do you believe in Karma? Is she a bitch on high heels? Or is she just and fair? Does she “exist”? I don’t know, and quite frankly, I believe that is for each to decide for themselves. I have often heard “What goes around, comes around” or “She got what she had coming” and things like that – this would suggest that Karma is indeed a bitch, if treated inappropriately…

I am not 100% sure – but based on my general feelings, I agree that you attract the response you send out to the world via your attitude. If you’re a kind person, people will be kind to you in return, well, generally speaking of course. If you trample people, they will trample you, or die trying to, depending on your disposition.

Now me, I am generally kind, and I am having it pretty good in Karma’s books. I have not had any serious problems recently. Am I doing something right? I don’t know. But I do know that I have been blessed twice in two days with excellent service. First my car repairs on Friday, and this morning, great service at my hair dresser’s. Maybe I am doing something right afterall 🙂

Of course, you can argue that this is expected, as you pay for the service, but still – we have become so complacent that service is bad, that we are starting to accept bad service as the norm. It doesn’t have to be this way…

When thinking back about this all, I figured what had at least a part in the good service I have received in the past few days – friendliness. I realised in hind sight that I was friendly (well, I am almost always friendly, given, but recently it was more than usual – the reason for that is a story for another day). Being friendly got me friendliness in return. Simple as that. Karma.

Perhaps we should stop seeing the fault in everyone else when we receive bad service, and start looking at ourselves. Hmmm?

Life

We are very sad today – our friend Jaco was taken away in a car accident this morning. SJS will not be the same without Mayor around. Mayor, friend, you have enriched our lives.

The collective sadness we feel today at SJS is so overwhelming. Everyone is quiet, keeping to themselves. Nobody is posting much, so I thought about this:

If we assume that there are at least 50 people mourning Jaco’s departure, and that all departing people are mourned by at least 50 people, this would world is a sad, sad place. Every day millions of people die. Considering South Africa as on July 2009, 16.99 of every 1000 people die per year. With a population of almost 49 million, that means around 832000 people died in the last year in South Africa alone. That would make 41 million people mourning the death of a loved one througout the year.

Well, this post was not meant to be negative, depressing or even 100% accurate, but I think you get the idea. When we’re sad, we’re often sad for our own loss, as the person who left us for eternity is in a better place. His or her job on earth was complete. It is not for us to try and figure out why.

The point of this post is, that even though 41 million people mourn every year about a loved one lost, that same 41 million people rejoice every other moment in time about the joy that people brought to their lives while they were alive.

Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened. Yes, harder to achieve than to say, but we have to try, otherwise nobody will ever be happy…

So – let’s celebrate Jaco’s life, for who he was, what he has meant to all of us, and what we’ve learnt from him…

Can you ever know someone completely?

The question that I pose is: Can you ever know someone completely? My answer is – I certainly hope not!

Why would you want to know someone completely? What is in it for you? No more enigma, no more surprise. No more thoughts of “what’s next”… How boring it must be!

Given, you need to know at least a few little things about a person you want to marry or otherwise spend your life with, need to find out the things that you can’t live with and the things you can’t live without. You have to know the fundamental differences and similarities between you. You need to know if your potential mate is an axe murderer. Wanted by the police? For sure, you need to know that. What about HIV status? I am sure that is high on everyone’s list.

But honestly, before getting married or otherwise hitching up, does it really matter if she had a Barbie doll when she was 7? Or that he had his appendix removed when he was 16? What about having 2 false teeth? What about being Victor Lodorum in school? NO! You don’t need to know this before committing! That is the fun of being with the one you love – you get to learn something new, every day!

After all, you want to do this for your entire life (the commitment, I mean). Well, at least most of us do. Most of us do not think – “Hey, I will date this person for a while, until I am bored” and those that do, have decided already that you can know someone completely right from the start. Skip the boredome! Leave something for the future. Grow old together, and die old, one day, thinking – I wonder what colour dress that Barbie doll had on?

Ciao!

Love eternal

Ah, the ever elusive concept of eternal love. Does eternal love between lovers exist? The short answer is YES. But what about the long answer? ABSOLUTELY! Well, technically speaking the one answer is short and the other one is long. So bite me!

But before you can really know for sure about eternal love, you have to ask yourself WHAT is eternal love. How do you practise it? How do you get it?

You practise it by being absolutely dedicated to the one you love. Consider everything you do and say in such a way that you would be happy if someone did that to you. Scold them? Would you like to be scolded at? Cheat them? Would you like to be cheated upon? Ignore them? Mistreat them? Make them sad? Make them cry? That is the simple recipe, and I have the answer, straight from various religious sources: Do unto others as you would want done unto yourself.

So easy in theory, isn’t it? 🙂

The influence of the stars and universe

What about astrology? You believe in it? You really do? Think it is has an effect on you, who you are, who you should date, what you should eat and what work you should do? You better believe it!

From a philosophical point of view (and I may get a bit of flack from a religious point of view now) you can think of this as a large randomizing machine. A lottery machine if you will. There are a finite number of balls. Let’s simplify it, and say there are only 9 balls. Let’s call the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9. No suprises here! Let’s say we have to choose 6 of those 9 balls for a certain lottery draw. Some of our options are 1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9 or 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 9 and 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8. What about 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8? Sure

Now let’s assign a characteristic to each number. Let’s assume the following to be true:

  • 1 – Likes coffee
  • 2 – Plays sports
  • 3 – Dances
  • 4 – Loves sleeping
  • 5 – Likes chess
  • 6 – Is romantic
  • 7 – Loves children
  • 8 – Is musical
  • 9 – Has a good sense of humour

As you can see, there are literally only 9 different options here. But, mathematically, there, I think, are 9*8*7*6*5*4 different possibilities here. I will leave it to the mathematicians amongst you to confirm or dispute this. This would mean, from 9 distinct options, you can be provided with 60480 different combinations with 6 digits. This is what makes us all unique.

Now – let’s revisit our chosen combinations above.

  • 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 – A romantic coffee drinker who gets enough sleep, plays chess, loves children and is musical.
  • 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 – A dancer who plays sports and chess, is romantic, loves children and is musical.
  • 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, 9 – A coffee drinker who plays sports, dances, loves children, is musical and has a good sense of humour.
  • 1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9 – A coffee drinking dancer, who plays chess, is romantic, is musical and has a good sense of humour.

Do I have proof of this? No, I don’t. Does science have proof of this? I highly doubt it. Does society have proof of this? They seem to think so. Is the evidence conclusive? I don’t know. So why do I believe it? Because it simply has to be. Like God. You can’t explain God, nobody can. But God is there. And the stars are God’s randomizing machine to keep us different enough to keep us interested enough in one another. To keep us learning about ourselves and others, our whole life long!

In our example there are, using only those 9 combinations and choosing 6 of them at any given time, you can make over 60000 distinct combinations. That is what makes us all unique. The stars and galxy – it’s God’s randomizer. The position of the planets and stars at your birth is what differentiates you from another person. Again, do I have proof of this? No – but I believe it anyways…

Out of sight, out of mind…

Someone once said that a tidy desk is a sign of a cluttered draw. Does that necessary flow that a cluttered desk is a sign of an empty draw? No, it does not. We often believe that if something is out of sight, it is out of mind. In many cases this works, at least for a while. Until the desk gets too cluttered, and the draw is also full. Then we need to purge. To clean up. To detox. To rejuvinate.

Envision this tidy desk of yours, or the cluttered one, if you wish. Envision this cluttered draw or empty one, should you so desire. Make sure you are thinking of YOUR desk and YOUR draw. Not a generic one or one of a family member or a friend. What does your desk look like? Is it messy? Is it tidy?

How do you think this simbolizes your life? Are you hiding your pains and fears away in your draw, or are they available for everyone to see? Are you a control freak who keeps everything around you tidy, but inside yourself, you’re a mess? Do you want everything in its place? Do you HAVE everything in its place? Are you in control of yourself, or not? Are you trying to control everyone else around you because you can not control yourself? These are just a random bunch of questions. I want to make you think. You don’t have to think sense, just think, and really, nobody has to know that you thunk at all – it will be our little secret.

I am equating my desk with my mind. My desk is usually messy, but so is my drawer. And with messy, I don’t mean dirty. Not in the gutter, nor is it unkept and dusty, and coffee spilt over it. It is untidy. But everything is in its place. It is usually easy for me to find something on my desk or in my drawer, even though it may be impossible for someone else to find it. I know where everything is.

That is similar to my mind. I can find things in there that I never knew I collected before. I get random flashbacks from when I was 5 years old, that probably nobody in the world would remember, even if they were present at the time, and had the same memory stored away somewhere. The reason being that for them it was just something that happened, for me, that same event made a profound impact on the way I do things.

Some days I get this urge to clean everything up around me. I pack out my draws, and repack them. I clean up my desk, and reorganize everything. I have realized that I do this only when I am in a situation where I have absolutely no idea what is going on around me. This could be work pressure, some other issues, such as missing someone, or being in pain, or whatever your situation may be. Once I have packed and reorganized, everything starts to pile up eventually, and it gets messy again, but I know where everything is, until I don’t know anymore. Once I get to that point, I purge again.

I do the same with my mind. The same with my emotions. This is evidence in the posts I make on my blog, and when I make them. I tend to write stuff when something is bothering me. Lot of the posts on here revolve around losing the love of my life last year. Then it went quiet. I dealt with it, and moved on. My blog has been quiet. Until now.

So – what is bothering me now? It is simply that my desk is getting cluttered, and I know that soon I will need to clean it out. For me that is a good thing. It rejuvinates me. It rejuvinates my soul. It makes me feel back in control. My desk and my draw are both tidy. At least for a while.

Some more myku’s

It has been a while since I posted on my blog. Been away for over a week, and then on training for a week. Time to update a bit. And what better to update it with than with a bit of creativity. I have written a few more myku’s:

In response to: I’m happy with where I’m at, As long I’m still moving, Not simply running like a rat, But moving towards improving

To be happy where you’re at
Requires a purpose in life
But to get a purpose in life
Make yourself happy to be where you’re at

NOTES:

The key is not to look for extravagant things to make you happy, but to make the most of what you’ve got. Always good to broaden your horizons, but do not feel that if your life is not particularly exciting or daring, that you have no purpose…

In response to: I hate to bother you, but could I borrow a shoulder to cry on and a cup of tomorrow?

When tears threaten
And you feel beaten
And your emotions are bare
My shoulder is there

NOTES:

You sometimes wonder when someone is *really* your friend. Real friends won’t need to be asked for a shoulder to cry on. Real friends will instinctively know that something is wrong and will often not only offer the shoulder the cry on, but a possible solution to the problem that made you cry in the first place…

Until next time…