It really is an interesting thing to think about. The thought, basically, that no matter what you do the time you waste getting things done is really just that… waste. You’re going to have to do it again. Like an endless, vicious cycle even. I noticed at old work place that there is one department that seemed victim to this, the misses department. It seems like no matter how it got clean, it somehow ended up exactly where it started as a huge disastrous mess! Really, all of the retail world is the same, no matter the department. It is a relentless cleaning up, putting back, and cleaning up the same thing you just put back.
Never clear, never completely put up or folded, always in some disarray. How does that happen? Why is it that there are some things in life that are an never ending battle? That there is nothing you can really do to stop it. Is irreversibility is the price for complexity? The more systems and details there are, the harder it is to keep up with it, enter entropy.
The creation of life seems an exception to entropy. But in reality, even life itself is eventual entropy. As soon as you’re born you start dying. Like a car wreck in slow motion, you see it coming. BOOM! It has happened, and here you are.
How can you stop it? Can you stop it? Maybe life is more of an ongoing entropy in which the chaos that it is eventually ended with death. An ongoing series of complexities, situations, and even greatness but it leads to the same end no matter what. So in that sense, it’s just something to get used to, a part of life.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Law of Attraction & Circles
Upon listening to the words from the great Native American, Black Elk, I felt a connection with him. Thinking about life in his terms really puts a whole new perspective on the world around you. It was really a whole different kind of thought process which he stated with... "Everything the Power of the World does is in a circle."
When you think about circles versus squares in depth it really makes a lot of sense. A square is more closed, more rigid in its stature than a never ending circle that just goes round. It would seem in a symbolist point of view that a circle appears more open with a round about way of thought than a solid hard edge square.
This reminds me of the Law of Attraction. As Black Elk gave examples of what the square has had an effect on, you can easily see the parallels between both kinds of thinking and how that can be used as symbolism. In the Law of Attraction, you get what you put out into the universe. If your life revolves around squares, and it has a certain way of thinking that goes with it, you in turn will eventually become a square and keep yourself closed to change.
More importantly, if you believe and say to yourself that things are the way they are, that is what they'll be. You create the world around you by your thoughts and actions, if those thoughts and actions are square, then so you will become. The same goes for the circle. If being in a circle makes you 'well rounded' then that is a real difference from revolving around squares. There is always something to be said for someone who is 'well rounded', maybe that is where the saying comes from? Someone who lives as an open circle is someone who is willing to try new and different things. If that is where it comes from, it is easy to draw the symbolism further with rigid square type of people.
You always attract your likeness, in terms of life you get what you put in. It has been proven that environment changes your way of life and the way you perceive things. There are circles everywhere and the man made square could, in fact, come with man made consequences. In the end, it really is all a game of perception and what you chose to see. This could make absolute sense, it could also seem like totally far fetched things. Whether you believe it or not, it is what it is.
When you think about circles versus squares in depth it really makes a lot of sense. A square is more closed, more rigid in its stature than a never ending circle that just goes round. It would seem in a symbolist point of view that a circle appears more open with a round about way of thought than a solid hard edge square.
This reminds me of the Law of Attraction. As Black Elk gave examples of what the square has had an effect on, you can easily see the parallels between both kinds of thinking and how that can be used as symbolism. In the Law of Attraction, you get what you put out into the universe. If your life revolves around squares, and it has a certain way of thinking that goes with it, you in turn will eventually become a square and keep yourself closed to change.
More importantly, if you believe and say to yourself that things are the way they are, that is what they'll be. You create the world around you by your thoughts and actions, if those thoughts and actions are square, then so you will become. The same goes for the circle. If being in a circle makes you 'well rounded' then that is a real difference from revolving around squares. There is always something to be said for someone who is 'well rounded', maybe that is where the saying comes from? Someone who lives as an open circle is someone who is willing to try new and different things. If that is where it comes from, it is easy to draw the symbolism further with rigid square type of people.
You always attract your likeness, in terms of life you get what you put in. It has been proven that environment changes your way of life and the way you perceive things. There are circles everywhere and the man made square could, in fact, come with man made consequences. In the end, it really is all a game of perception and what you chose to see. This could make absolute sense, it could also seem like totally far fetched things. Whether you believe it or not, it is what it is.
School & The Criminal Mind
I had a taste for skipping class in high school. As bad as I knew it was, it was still something I couldn’t seem to shake the thought of. It was an excitement, a chase even of my own, the run of me and my administrators. I was never actually caught in the act exactly and only got in trouble three times in the four years of high school. The last of these unfortunate times was the beginning of my senior year and it just so happened to be my nemesis, Mr. Bishop, that completed the write up.
Mr. Bishop was my tenth grade English teacher. I skipped his class more times than I care to remember. That was at the height of my, let’s say, ‘issue’. So from that time on, he always had an eye on me. The funny thing was, he transferred to my high school just to be an administrator. But after he got there, they told him he’d have to be a teacher for a year before he could move up. Therefore, he hated class and hardly taught. This prompted me to care less about his class and it didn’t really bother me to not go.
The next year he was promoted to senior administrator. During spirit week, someone in my class dressed as him to make fun. It was hilarious! He was a joke to the school of students, especially those who had not hit senior year. Unfortunately, once I hit it myself it was everyday he would talk to me. Every time I passed his office he called me in, even if I didn’t do anything! The one time he actually had something on me, he thought he was really getting me! One week in ISS. I loathed ISS. Last time I had it was in tenth grade, in the farthest room from anyone else on the other side of the school. It was dark and depressing. I was very unhappy with that thought.
But this was to be different. With as hard as senior year was becoming, even this early in October, ISS would serve to be a great respite from the regular class. This was the first year the ISS room was moved out to our ticket booth at our football field. There were windows all the way around and the leaves were changing colors on the trees. Instead of it being a place of horror and melancholy, it was like from the pages of a great poem. I was able to do my difficult work in personal solace at my own pace. It was bliss.
I felt happy knowing Mr. Bishop had sent me there to make me unhappy and it worked against him. Some people have such a warped sense of self. They would much rather torture someone than nurture. He was so into punishment that he never wondered why I did what I did. If he had of done a little research he would have realized that I never got in trouble for anything other than skipping class. I never talked out, didn’t curse, didn’t fight, I didn’t have ugly grades. He didn’t know that skipping class was kind of an escape for me. My home life was wretched. I was very unhappy. Once I was at school, I was in control.
People seemed to be obsessed with punishment. They like seeing people hurt and care not to find out what makes people tick. It’s only recently that psychologists are starting to study the criminal mind. What makes people do the things they do? Does that mean, say for instance, that if a murderer grew up being beaten everyday that he would be pardoned because of it? No, because as much as environment plays a part in development, a person has to take responsibilities for themselves.
But that brings up another point. What if someone like Mr. Bishop saw someone like that in school and just continued to bring them down by getting them in trouble. What if, instead of constant punishment, he sent them to a counselor and upon talking to them, it was uncovered that he was highly abused at home and this student was acting out at school as an unspoken way of being in control? What kind of difference could that have made to a possible criminal? Could that one act of kindness helped reverse the negative thinking that would eventually doom him?
I personally think that school doesn’t do enough for children, especially ones who could use some sort of help. Well, in my experience at least, I had more help as a young child than as a growing one. At the age of nine I was put into the foster care system for two years. When I came home, my life was 100x worse than it had been before I left. I was too afraid to say anything at school because I was scared of what could happen to me if I told and if a visitor came they were lied to and I was left there to continue to deal with the pain.
In school, I talked to no one. I sat alone at lunch and never put my hand up in class. Were the teachers really that blind? I had a couple teachers who worried about me in middle school. Counselors thought I had mental problems and put me through a battery of psychological tests that always turned up empty handed. They would talk to my mom and her ex, that still lived with us, about me and they would lie and say I was anorexic and a bad child.
If anyone took one look at me they would never be able to picture me yelling at anyone. I even once had a teacher who cried asking me why I turned away people who wanted to be my friend. But I couldn’t have friends, I couldn’t let anyone in and let them know what happened at home. I always stayed to myself. Most people older than I wrote me off as a problem child who purposely disregarded school. If any of these people had of actually done any real probing they would have found out I was in foster care and when I was away from home I was on the honor roll and even played an instrument. I had many friends and loved to talk. I was at my highest when I was away from home.
Why don’t more people do actual research? I bet so called ‘bad kids’ could be total opposite if given the opportunity to see what’s really going on. Does that mean that all trouble making students could be turned around by outsiders? No, of course not. But would it be possible to see a major difference in crime rate and prison populations? Certainly! Instead of the school system employing people because of credentials, maybe they should take a look deeper and find people who really CARE. Maybe if there were better people in schools, we’d figure out the problem.
Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, there still is and has always been a problem. It can be helped if there was someone there to do it. I was different. I turned out on the upside because I wanted more for myself, I expected better after I got out of my situation. But what about those who never get out of their situation? Is it ever possible for them to be different if they don’t have the chance to see outside of it? If more people could see this and act on it, I really do believe the world would be a different animal. One that is safer and more understanding, rather than a condemning one.
Mr. Bishop was my tenth grade English teacher. I skipped his class more times than I care to remember. That was at the height of my, let’s say, ‘issue’. So from that time on, he always had an eye on me. The funny thing was, he transferred to my high school just to be an administrator. But after he got there, they told him he’d have to be a teacher for a year before he could move up. Therefore, he hated class and hardly taught. This prompted me to care less about his class and it didn’t really bother me to not go.
The next year he was promoted to senior administrator. During spirit week, someone in my class dressed as him to make fun. It was hilarious! He was a joke to the school of students, especially those who had not hit senior year. Unfortunately, once I hit it myself it was everyday he would talk to me. Every time I passed his office he called me in, even if I didn’t do anything! The one time he actually had something on me, he thought he was really getting me! One week in ISS. I loathed ISS. Last time I had it was in tenth grade, in the farthest room from anyone else on the other side of the school. It was dark and depressing. I was very unhappy with that thought.
But this was to be different. With as hard as senior year was becoming, even this early in October, ISS would serve to be a great respite from the regular class. This was the first year the ISS room was moved out to our ticket booth at our football field. There were windows all the way around and the leaves were changing colors on the trees. Instead of it being a place of horror and melancholy, it was like from the pages of a great poem. I was able to do my difficult work in personal solace at my own pace. It was bliss.
I felt happy knowing Mr. Bishop had sent me there to make me unhappy and it worked against him. Some people have such a warped sense of self. They would much rather torture someone than nurture. He was so into punishment that he never wondered why I did what I did. If he had of done a little research he would have realized that I never got in trouble for anything other than skipping class. I never talked out, didn’t curse, didn’t fight, I didn’t have ugly grades. He didn’t know that skipping class was kind of an escape for me. My home life was wretched. I was very unhappy. Once I was at school, I was in control.
People seemed to be obsessed with punishment. They like seeing people hurt and care not to find out what makes people tick. It’s only recently that psychologists are starting to study the criminal mind. What makes people do the things they do? Does that mean, say for instance, that if a murderer grew up being beaten everyday that he would be pardoned because of it? No, because as much as environment plays a part in development, a person has to take responsibilities for themselves.
But that brings up another point. What if someone like Mr. Bishop saw someone like that in school and just continued to bring them down by getting them in trouble. What if, instead of constant punishment, he sent them to a counselor and upon talking to them, it was uncovered that he was highly abused at home and this student was acting out at school as an unspoken way of being in control? What kind of difference could that have made to a possible criminal? Could that one act of kindness helped reverse the negative thinking that would eventually doom him?
I personally think that school doesn’t do enough for children, especially ones who could use some sort of help. Well, in my experience at least, I had more help as a young child than as a growing one. At the age of nine I was put into the foster care system for two years. When I came home, my life was 100x worse than it had been before I left. I was too afraid to say anything at school because I was scared of what could happen to me if I told and if a visitor came they were lied to and I was left there to continue to deal with the pain.
In school, I talked to no one. I sat alone at lunch and never put my hand up in class. Were the teachers really that blind? I had a couple teachers who worried about me in middle school. Counselors thought I had mental problems and put me through a battery of psychological tests that always turned up empty handed. They would talk to my mom and her ex, that still lived with us, about me and they would lie and say I was anorexic and a bad child.
If anyone took one look at me they would never be able to picture me yelling at anyone. I even once had a teacher who cried asking me why I turned away people who wanted to be my friend. But I couldn’t have friends, I couldn’t let anyone in and let them know what happened at home. I always stayed to myself. Most people older than I wrote me off as a problem child who purposely disregarded school. If any of these people had of actually done any real probing they would have found out I was in foster care and when I was away from home I was on the honor roll and even played an instrument. I had many friends and loved to talk. I was at my highest when I was away from home.
Why don’t more people do actual research? I bet so called ‘bad kids’ could be total opposite if given the opportunity to see what’s really going on. Does that mean that all trouble making students could be turned around by outsiders? No, of course not. But would it be possible to see a major difference in crime rate and prison populations? Certainly! Instead of the school system employing people because of credentials, maybe they should take a look deeper and find people who really CARE. Maybe if there were better people in schools, we’d figure out the problem.
Whether anyone wants to admit it or not, there still is and has always been a problem. It can be helped if there was someone there to do it. I was different. I turned out on the upside because I wanted more for myself, I expected better after I got out of my situation. But what about those who never get out of their situation? Is it ever possible for them to be different if they don’t have the chance to see outside of it? If more people could see this and act on it, I really do believe the world would be a different animal. One that is safer and more understanding, rather than a condemning one.
Community or Chaos?
Reading Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s words remind me of very memorable words from someone else. She said that no matter what happened she still believed that that was some good in people. This was from a girl whom had undergone human nature at its worst. Anne Frank believed in good until she died prematurely in a concentration camp. This thought process was very similar to the works of Dr. King.
Were the dreams of these prominent figures of peace misguided or hopeful? I feel they were hopeful. As long as someone somewhere still believes in mankind, what gives the rest of us reason not to? Why does it take a leader to come forward with positive thoughts and not the whole of the human race? Have people lost that type of flair and really do whatever they can to avoid confrontation? These days who knows what will come of confronting someone, or a nation. There are so many ways to kill an idea or a person with ideas and it seems that people as a whole are afraid. Afraid to die, afraid to lose everything they have, afraid to go after something that will not go anywhere.
A common phrase I heard from people when Ross Perot was running for president was something about how they would vote for him if it wasn’t wasting a vote. Wasting a vote? Are these people for real? If all the people who thought they would waste a vote voted for him who knows what the country would be like today. How is it possible to waste something you weren’t paying or being paid for in the first place. The worst thing that could come out of voting is being out voted. But wouldn’t it be nicer to be able to say you voted for what you believed in because you believed in it instead of voting for who you thought would win?
At that, what happens if somehow other people agreed and he won! Wouldn’t you be ecstatic?! The best part is, if he doesn’t win and the country really starts having the problems, you can honestly say it isn’t your fault.
People are just too skittish. Maybe laziness might also have to do with a lack of radical shakers and movers? Everyone thinks that someone else will take care of 'the problem' whatever that problem might be. Or worse, they don’t see point just like wasting a vote. Why waste my efforts trying to change something that never will? Well it won’t with that attitude. There seems to be a lack of care and motivation unless it is directly hitting you personally. I would love to see someone stand up and gain notoriety for making positive changes in the world rather than being tonight’s news. Everyone seems to be so focused on what everyone else is thinking that they fail to think for themselves and let the media dominate their thoughts, which is why we buy things the way we do and allow ourselves to pay it.
Another problem is waste. People don’t care to waste whether it be food or gas or clothing, you name it people find a way to throw it away. It really is a shame that people care so little about others and the world around them that they just destroy and consume in such a great quantity that the environment can’t keep up. Is the technology we have worth letting our environment go? This is the only earth we know of that we have use of so why is it coming in second place? Shouldn’t keep it beautiful always been the center of our attention? Like I said earlier people will only do something once it starts affecting them. If an asteroid was coming to earth at an unstoppable rate and we were going to lose our planet you better believe people would care then. They would go to the ends of the earth to find a way to keep it, just to have it destroyed again.
A good example of that is after 9/11. That day the country came together in a patriotic hug. We held that hug for about ten seconds and let it go. It was just a matter of months before we were back to our normal selves because the tragedy was over, time to get back to life now. Of course there were people forever altered by it, but for the rest of the population, life goes on. It was just a bump in the road. What road? Why is life a road getting to a destination that isn’t there? Why does it have to be linear? Life should be perceived as circular. In the middle is a big park where our lives are lived out and there is no such thing as a bump in the road, the road doesn’t exist. If everybody could change their thinking, the world could change.
Be the change you wish to see. I tell that to anyone I hear complaining. You can’t expect for things to be perfect if you aren’t perfect, and you’re not. If you want to see a change, be that change! Do what you need to do to reach that goal. If you don’t, no one is going to do it for you. You have to really want it to get it. This is where the circles and squares come in from Black Elk. He understood the concept of the law of attraction and mindsets are put together by the environment you create for yourself. People don’t understand that the world could be how ever they wanted it, if they wanted it bad enough. Every person had the power to create the world they live in, they just don’t have the motivation to do it. That really is unfortunate that it has come to something so little and not even ones own self can motivate enough to make that change. Something important to always remember is, if it is to be it is up to me.
Were the dreams of these prominent figures of peace misguided or hopeful? I feel they were hopeful. As long as someone somewhere still believes in mankind, what gives the rest of us reason not to? Why does it take a leader to come forward with positive thoughts and not the whole of the human race? Have people lost that type of flair and really do whatever they can to avoid confrontation? These days who knows what will come of confronting someone, or a nation. There are so many ways to kill an idea or a person with ideas and it seems that people as a whole are afraid. Afraid to die, afraid to lose everything they have, afraid to go after something that will not go anywhere.
A common phrase I heard from people when Ross Perot was running for president was something about how they would vote for him if it wasn’t wasting a vote. Wasting a vote? Are these people for real? If all the people who thought they would waste a vote voted for him who knows what the country would be like today. How is it possible to waste something you weren’t paying or being paid for in the first place. The worst thing that could come out of voting is being out voted. But wouldn’t it be nicer to be able to say you voted for what you believed in because you believed in it instead of voting for who you thought would win?
At that, what happens if somehow other people agreed and he won! Wouldn’t you be ecstatic?! The best part is, if he doesn’t win and the country really starts having the problems, you can honestly say it isn’t your fault.
People are just too skittish. Maybe laziness might also have to do with a lack of radical shakers and movers? Everyone thinks that someone else will take care of 'the problem' whatever that problem might be. Or worse, they don’t see point just like wasting a vote. Why waste my efforts trying to change something that never will? Well it won’t with that attitude. There seems to be a lack of care and motivation unless it is directly hitting you personally. I would love to see someone stand up and gain notoriety for making positive changes in the world rather than being tonight’s news. Everyone seems to be so focused on what everyone else is thinking that they fail to think for themselves and let the media dominate their thoughts, which is why we buy things the way we do and allow ourselves to pay it.
Another problem is waste. People don’t care to waste whether it be food or gas or clothing, you name it people find a way to throw it away. It really is a shame that people care so little about others and the world around them that they just destroy and consume in such a great quantity that the environment can’t keep up. Is the technology we have worth letting our environment go? This is the only earth we know of that we have use of so why is it coming in second place? Shouldn’t keep it beautiful always been the center of our attention? Like I said earlier people will only do something once it starts affecting them. If an asteroid was coming to earth at an unstoppable rate and we were going to lose our planet you better believe people would care then. They would go to the ends of the earth to find a way to keep it, just to have it destroyed again.
A good example of that is after 9/11. That day the country came together in a patriotic hug. We held that hug for about ten seconds and let it go. It was just a matter of months before we were back to our normal selves because the tragedy was over, time to get back to life now. Of course there were people forever altered by it, but for the rest of the population, life goes on. It was just a bump in the road. What road? Why is life a road getting to a destination that isn’t there? Why does it have to be linear? Life should be perceived as circular. In the middle is a big park where our lives are lived out and there is no such thing as a bump in the road, the road doesn’t exist. If everybody could change their thinking, the world could change.
Be the change you wish to see. I tell that to anyone I hear complaining. You can’t expect for things to be perfect if you aren’t perfect, and you’re not. If you want to see a change, be that change! Do what you need to do to reach that goal. If you don’t, no one is going to do it for you. You have to really want it to get it. This is where the circles and squares come in from Black Elk. He understood the concept of the law of attraction and mindsets are put together by the environment you create for yourself. People don’t understand that the world could be how ever they wanted it, if they wanted it bad enough. Every person had the power to create the world they live in, they just don’t have the motivation to do it. That really is unfortunate that it has come to something so little and not even ones own self can motivate enough to make that change. Something important to always remember is, if it is to be it is up to me.
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