The Art of Talking 1

Another night during the weekend where I should be mustering every bit of sleep I can get to compensate for the years I lack. However procrastination takes hold of me for some reason that I just want to avoid being in a helpless unconscious state for as long as possible.

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Understanding the Source.

Ever had people try to one up you in things you say? It seems like it is their purpose to tell you that they have experienced more than you had. If it's something good, they'll try to imply it is nothing compared to what they had. If it's something bad, they'll make it a mission to convince you that they had worst.

I was having a conversation with Rayn few hours ago about coveting other people. Through my explanation of why people need to be trendy; who need to own things that others do; I just came to a new level of realization that the reasons why they do so, are because of their insecurities. They feel lack of self worth then they lack what others have. They feel that by following what others do, trying their best to look great with fashion and possessions just like the everybody else, would give themselves more value.

However they do not know the substance of this value. They don't even know if this "value" that they have chosen to fill themselves with are worth much or at all. It is human nature to continue searching for purpose in life; having the sense of fulfillment in their lives. They fear of ending up living a meaningless life, an empty shell that lives day by day awaiting their inevitable end of existences.

Better Late Than Never, The Man in the Mirror

As the great King of Pop once sang about anybody who wants to make the world a better place.

I wonder how many people actually sing this song but not realize that it also applies to themselves.

As I procrastinate...
as I fight the need and responsibility...
to get enough rest for the day ahead of me...
the first day of work of the year...
I want to make this day last just a little bit more.

I gain the motivation to write about my reflections on the ever occurring and recurring thoughts. The thoughts by without God's gift to me, wouldn't mean anything as I would be just like any other, going on with their lives being unconscious of the world bigger than us. Which was what I procrastinated in doing in the first place. Here is a preview of things that I would like to elaborate on in future writings.

The Art of Talking
There is power in words. Surely you know this that words of encouragement lifts people up just as words of demoralizing value drag people down. Words are methods with which beings communicate. There is some sort of dualism that the world adopts. Some people believe that we "should not judge a book by its cover" while there are those who believe first impressions are everything. It is not surprising to know there are people who preach both of these.

I believe that first impressions are significant enough that it gives those who are discerning, a little insight or premonition into the true being of a person. I believe that we were created as beings that were not meant to lie. It was not in our original specifications. Reason being that no matter how much effort a person puts into concealing the truth, it eventually falters. Depending on how well, or how bad the person can keep from everything falling apart.

To be expanded upon in an individual article.

The Way of Doing
If certain things are meant to be done knowing very well that it is for good, why do people not do it? Why do people wait for others to do it when they could have easily took the initiative themselves, in many cases saving more time and energy?

Why are we so lazy that we have to wait for someone else that comes along to pick that litter of trash up? Why are we so hypocritical that we are quick to condemn the act of others when we ourselves could have done something about it instead of waiting for the "right people" to handle it?

How can we expect others to live a life of good will and kindness when we ourselves do not practice it?

To be expanded upon in an individual article.