No Alien Zombies Here

I woke up this morning after yet another night of really strange dreams.

I have strange dreams often, it is like if I didn’t dream something odd at least 4 times a week, I would be worried my mind has been sucked dry by alien zombies that use dreams to power their mother ship.

But last night something stayed with me when I awoke  into this reality. Like someone had ripped a circuit board of sorts out of my brain and suddenly I was not “programmed” anymore.

I do not do Acid, I am not a conspiracy theorist, and the Illuminati thing only makes sense to a certain degree (You have to be Christian or else there is no way that Lady Gaga is insulting you). So no, I do not believe that “They” implanted some microchip into my brain. Or that Facebook is owned by the CIA (If it was is, that is very clever), anyway my life is too boring to bother the CIA.

I think that maybe it was just me creating a methapor by the personal journey that I have been going through the last few days.

Our success is based on our beliefs, and maybe I have finally removed the beliefs that society has implanted in me. The fear, the distrust, the constant thought that “Life is Hard”, everything is a struggle. The belief that you can only be successful if you follow a formula.

On that note, we all watched the Social Network, and lets face it the guy that invented Facebook had no formula for success. His success was due to following an idea, and meeting people along the way that enabled him to do that.

So maybe what we need is just a little bit of Faith. We need to realise that there is a higher power that is all Love. An entity so great that it created the very forces of nature. The life of the bees, the way a plant has its own network that allows it absorb nutrients from elements around it, the beauty of pregnancy.

Some things just are, they exist, they have their own system. We study it and try to explain it but why don’t we just look at it and enjoy the beauty?

I do not want to live my life in fear. Everytime I read the news or watch it on TV, someone is fighting with someone else. Serial Killers, Pheodophiles, Oppresion, Hatred, War, Animal Cruelty. That is our reality.

That is the life that our world has created, because of the beliefs that we have about so many things.

I do not know if it will ever stop until we implode unto ourselves.

What I do know is that I am responsible for my life and my choices, and even though everyone tells me to think, act or believe a certain set of values, I will always choose Faith. I will choose Wonder. I will choose to remember God and all his Love. And even if you hate me for belonging to a religious group that you despise, I will just love you anyway. Because we are all the same, we just make ourselves different.

Polish your Life

Sophocles one said that if you marry a good woman you become happy, and if marry a bad one then you become a philosopher.

I think that is true on my case but I don’t have any desire to marry a woman (Well sometimes I do consider the possibility, but as much as I respect peoples life choices, I prefer guys).

Men, what can I really say about them, they can send our lives into something resembling bipolar mood disorder. One minute you floating in the clouds and the next you wanting to dig your own grave, of course after you have already dug his. I mean who wants to go down alone, the bastards deserve to suffer? Ok ok, that is not the mature approach that you will reach the next morning when the effects of large quantities of chocolate has worn off (and all soggy tissues have been discarded) and you can see the world clearly again. The adult emerges and suddenly being the strong intelligent women that you are, you tell yourself this amazing and very true motto.

Ladies look into the mirror and repeat after me: “Just because he loved me, doesn’t mean that there is not someone else out there that can love me better”. Because that is the ultimate truth. We so often fall into this cycle of chasing a dead relationship because we are afraid that we may not be able to find that kind of love again. This is a bigger lie than the lip syncing saga’s of the early 90’s involving a certain white guy…..

The real truth is that the next time you can make it better. Remember your first car, the one that you scratched and bumped and had flat tyres with? I know that none of it was your fault and neither is the fact that the stupid idiot you dated couldn’t see what was right in front of him. My point is that you damaged your car A LOT, but did you ever scratch that spot again, HELL NO. In fact I always park too far from my left side because I damaged that side plenty. You are more cautious and careful now because you are aware of the consequences of certain mishaps.

So is life, we get scratched and bumped and stuff, but even a complete write off can be rebuilt. I had three different shades of paint on my car at one point due to an accident with a black car, a mysterious orange paint smudge on my door that appeared while my car was parked and paint from a green pillar I hit. I was in tears because my once beautiful silver car was now a circus freak! This is when I discovered car polish. Four hours later, there was not a spec of paint on my car. The lesson, nothing in life cannot be fixed. All you have to do is some manual labor sometimes. Effort pays off.

You too can fix your life because ultimately you are in control of how you perceive a situation.

Remember you may be governed by destiny but you choose the manner and roads that you travel to get there. If you choose to sing all the way and car dance, then enjoy it. If you choose to hitchhike, make sure you don’t get kidnapped by a psycho, if you fly there, remember the view from the clouds. Whatever you do enjoy the experience, because when you get to the end it is only the memories and lessons that count, not the tears.