Parameters

If some future posts seem hurried, well, they just might be. I find myself more interested in being outside and working my body than inside making a mockery of my mind by attempting to convince myself I have something important to share.

My inerita in the effort to beat back the jungle and improve the property has not just continued, the momentum has picked up in intensity. Each morning lately, I wake up with new aches and pains. They are the familiar  pains from a life of blue collar labor; aches and pains from physical world not from the nasties, real or imagined, living inside my body. I know how to deal with pains that result from just being inactive. It's the new chronic level of aches and pains that exist no matter what I do.... they eat at me for sure.

Once I talk myself through the early morning discomforts, I look forward to working the muscles that have been dormant for so long. It's been awhile.

There is one new twist in my life that might have something to do with my emerging new mindset. I find I am not smoking the doob as much. Lately, if I take more than a toke or two, all I want to do is sleep. In other words, it's  Wake an Bake in the morning and then nothing until the evening....... usually.

I read or heard somewhere it takes 21 days to break an old habit or pick up a new one. I am not sure how that specfic time frame came to pass, except that it seems humans have a need to build boxes around everything; create beginings and ends. Understanding something only happens if the idea has specific parameters. We do this unconcsiously in all aspects of our lives.

Defining everything helps us to fool ourselves that we are a logical and reasonable species. We do it with our writing. We do it with our properties. We do it with our borders. We do it with our lives. We do it because we have convinced ourselves that without clear lines, Chaos is the result.  And if there is anything that makes most of humanity uneasy, it is Chaos. 

Deep down, we know we are not the reasonable and even tempered species we pretend to be. Just the hate, discontent and pain we force on others shows our true colors. There are no such people as assholes if the whole population is comprised of assholes. At least, we seem to keep our assholery down to a dull roar most days. 

Because I just confused myself and it is early in the day... And I have yet to Wake n Bake, I will leave it here. 

Have a Super Day ...........................

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Hmm .............. I googled "Songs about Parameters".

What popped up surprised me. for the first time ever when playing Youtube music, I found not just one, but two tunes that had never been rated by anyone. The first one deserved to be ignored I guess. The second one, "Parameters", by Lost Perspective (I think) had only been posted a short time ago. I was the first to rate it. I liked it enough to share it here. It was the chorus: 

"We are bound by Parameters" 

"Holding the line"

"Respecting your hand"

"And respecting mine"

Seemed to fit into what I had in mind, so I am sharing it, I think, for the first time anywhere. The more I listened, the more I liked it. Played loud, played soft, works either way. .....