Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for Philosophy
When will you find the stones
Take her hand and walk out that door and leave this podunk nofunk little shop behind?
She’s worth it, you know, and she’s listening. If you have something worth saying, then speak your mind.
Don’t wait and wonder and worry and fret. Just do, boy, just DO.
Due
The world is just such a great, glorious place, full of wonder for those with an open eye and an open mind, but an open mind and expectations for how life should be are the opposite ends of the spectrum. A mind open to the possibilities, unexpected, is a beauteous thing, yet life in the modern world demands that we plan, plot, and prepare for the future. Unless there’s somebody here to take care of us as we wander aimlessly.
I have wandered and planned, and perhaps if I plan well enough, I’ll wander again with no care in the word but to witness the joy of life with friends and the kindness of strangers.
Perspective
Broken and desperate for someone to fix me and knowing that there is nothing to fix leaves me in an odd state, a state of frustrating acceptance that smells like apathy.
Seeing the great arc of my life, I am impressed with how much I’ve accomplished by living in the moment, but not this moment–not this moment.
At THIS moment, I am empty, and when I live in the moment, what I feel seems eternal, and eternal emptiness, though so ZEN seems so lonely.
Maybe I need to turn my head just so to get a different perspective.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time,
I was extraordinary.
Now it’s the ordinary
that I cling to.
Without a doubt,
I live my life.
I’m so very very sure
of all I do.
I once knew love.
I once made magic.
I had faith in everyone.
Now it’s faith I lack.
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in magic?
Do you have faith in anyone?
Can I get mine back?
Maslow’s Hierarchy, My Ass.
Our lives in the modern world are just too damned easy. Maslow was off the mark. After taking care of our basic needs, need for belonging, safety and all, we don’t have time for self-actualization. We’re too busy checking the thread count on our sheets. Well, not all of us.
“Bring me something hot to drink” teaches us a lesson about the human condition. In a world in which we can be so particular, there’s nothing like a heat wave to show us what’s really important.
If only we thirsted for each other the way we thirst for something hot on a cold day or something cold on a hot day, we just might reach out and touch someone, and grow for having shared our souls.
Stealing Life
I used to wonder
what it was
all about.
Then I did it.
I did it all.
Been there, done that.
Same old, same old,
a hundred times before.
There’s no mystery anymore
The only thing
I haven’t done
is steal your soul.
