Peaceful resolution

As a personal philosophy I believe in peaceful resolution, and calm approach, as the key to solving our conflicts, over violence and rage which only gets begets us more violence and rage.

What fruit do the seeds of anger bare us? Often, when met with conflict, we rush to rage, and violence, as a means of resolution, but how can peace be born of violence? If the law of karma is anything to go by, what you give is what you get, then violence will only get us more violence. We raise our voices in bloody rage, screaming and shouting at people, when met with conflict, and we go to war with sharpened weapons when struck a blow, but is this honestly the only means of resolution?

Many of us, having been a victim of violence in some manner or form, continually perpetuate this painful practice because as we’ve been hurt, so must we hurt others, attacking others as we’ve been attacked believing it to be the best, if not only natural, response. Sadly, trading blow for blow, we only find ourselves fighting amongst ourselves much of the time, yet do we want to fight, or are we simply seeking resolution? I doubt most of us would pick the former if given a choice, but we tend to feel that it is the only answer to attaining the latter, and yet is it? A fight guarantees casualties on both sides, with only the one side less the loser, whilst true resolution, if conducted in a manner of peace and calm, on the other hand, assures a mutual victory. Yes, it may call for some sacrifice on both sides, but surely it assures us better gains than blood shed.

Can we not put down our guns, and bombs, at the rise of every disagreement, and simply talk about it? Need every tiny matter be grossly unpleasant? I would think we greater than violence to let it rule us every time, and only to fail us every time. What were we to practice peace, patience, and diligence in handling matters? Violence only results in further violence, and so we find ourselves in a never ending cycle of violence, until we decide to break it ourselves and enact peaceful resolution.

The nature of reality

Reality is mental. It’s what you imagine it to be, whatever you imagine it to be, and why wouldn’t it? Why wouldn’t our reality be to our dictation?

Reality is not inherently uniform. A wealthy man’s reality is remarkedly different from that of a poor man’s reality, and not because “they were just born like that.” If I were to think like, and conduct myself as, the rich man would I not grow riches and become rich? And vice-versa, if I were to think, and conduct myself as, the poor man does, would I not lose wealth and become poor? We are in affect of our realities, not cause of it, and to think otherwise is to allow yourself to be cause of it.

Reality, being objective, exists within the mind. Change your mind and, effectively, you change your reality. What else could have power over reality than the mind? Things come and go, but you are the one constant of your reality, so what, but you, could have power over that reality? Think good thoughts, and you shall have a good day; think bad thoughts, and you shall have a bad day. The decision, and power, to determine whether your reality shall be a prosperous one, or a tormentous one, is yours.

Objective to perception, and therefore subject to dictation, reality is ours to decide. If we shall not make up our minds about reality, than reality will make up our minds about us, because reality cannot be uniform, not in a universe of endless possibilities and men of distinctly different worlds. One need only realize these fundamental axioms of the nature of reality.

To share a conversation

Communication is meant to be a two way thing, so unless you’re telling a very magical story of a little girl in a red hood with a basket, it’s no fun just being the listener with the occasional head nod.

So I’ve come to note, as of recent, that a large number of individuals either don’t know, or even possibly just don’t care, of the difference between talking to someone, and talking with someone to which there does exist a great degree of difference.

Perhaps it is my own communication skills that are in grave lack, but at times I find myself the victim of a conversation that doesn’t really include me. Subject to an individual who seems to have no real interest whatsoever in any feedback I would have, they will go on, and on, in this epic monologue, and it isn’t that I dislike chit-chat or anything; as a matter of fact I happen to enjoy a good conversation that leaves me feeling inspired, and excited, but some people simply disabuse me of the idea of engaging in conversation.

A conversation should have all parties concerned feeling involved, and participating. Maybe I stand alone in this, but I like to feel as though I’ve added something to the conversation; that my involvement in it was far more significant than if you had talked to a brick instead. A conversation is an activity to be enjoyed by all parties involved, not the subjugation of one individual to another’s rantings, and ravings, with the seldom “yes, totally” and the occasional head nod.

The sad thing is that these individuals tend to have interesting things to say – they really do – they’re just not that interested in what you have to say, which can leave one feeling well uninvolved, and well unappreciated, in the conversation. If you want to talk, you must be willing to listen, and then you would have talked with me, rather than to me.

The wonderful, glorious land that is tomorrow.

I often hear people say: “this is a lesson for the future”. Everyone preaches the gospel of saving for a rainy day or planning things ahead to the minute.

If we’re always saving for a rainy day, when do we get to enjoy the sunlight? I’m not saying one should blow their live savings in one night or anything like that but when do we get to breath? We so easily get caught up trying to control the future when in truth we don’t have control of the future – which isn’t a completely bad thing.

We have it in our minds that the future is this wonderful glorious place and time, so we have to spend our entire present on the future never taking a moment to stop and smell the roses.

80 years down the line I don’t want to look back at a life unlived and times never cherished. I don’t want to bank away my years then cash them out when the values’ depleted. I have enough faith in the existent present and plenty of trust in the unseen future.