Poetry captures a moment

As we’ve moved into the era of photography, social media, and connectivity, we’ve moved away from poetry.

It was the verbal expression of a snapshot of time. A beautiful, or heart-rending, or even common moment.

Now, we have a way to experience the moment of someone else, and poetry is consumed less. But it is still out there, doing it’s best to capture the ephemeral.

Thieves

Watched a movie recently (Sidekicks, 1992). In it, the character played by Mako calls something a thief – a thing that steals from us when we rely on it.

And I began thinking of the smart phone. If it’s the first thing we grab in the morning, what is it stealing from us?

The mess up there

It’s messy in my head. Like, there’s a lot.

I scribbled down the thoughts that were taking up space – the main ones, not the superfluous ones, the ones on the periphery – and I filled up three pages.

Walking the tight rope between overoptimization and letting go, it’s probably just easier to fall.

Quite frequently, I think, “Start from zero.”

What would wiping the slate clean even look like?

Optimistic detachment

It seems the more you expect (or hope for) an outcome, the more possibility you have to be disappointed.

I told this to someone recently, that the projects I’m heading up, I’m not expectant of a result. The work speaks for itself, good or bad.

And then it passes. Maybe something will come of it – ROI, recognition, whatever. But, if it doesn’t…

The work was still done. And I think that can be enough in most situations, if not all.

Mu

Recently, I was introduced to koans. Reintroduced, really, but this time with some increased understanding.

And oddly, a lot of things have fallen (somewhat) into place.

We can understand a great deal in just a single of observation. Smaller things are reflective of the larger.

I’m still unsure how best to incorporate this, but it is something that I am much more considerate of.

Inspiration

There are an infinite number of ways to get inspired.

Read. Take a walk. Take a shower.

Play around. Lie in the sun. Garden, or smell some flowers.

Inspiration is all around us, just waiting for someone to take notice.

It is our job, then, to notice.

Time

It’s odd that, though each of us has the same amount of time in a day, some of us seem so prolific, while others seem to always fall behind.

Why is that? What is it that dictates how we use our time?

As someone who feels constantly behind, I can only speculate that I assume that I have more time than I do, and thus agree to more things to fill it.

Perhaps the ones that get the most done are the ones who feel they have the least time, and thus guard it vigorously.

Become large

“Large does not always defeat little. Little can become large by constant building; large can become little by falling apart.” – Morihei Ueshiba The Art of Peace

I think in the context of what’s happening in the world, we sometimes feel too small to make changes.

But even the small “can become large by constant building.”