Fears And Worry

Fears and worry for me is a pendulum between two emotional evils. I worry because I fear death, illness, poverty, loneliness, loss, sadness, pain etc.. I fear because I cannot escape the worry.

Common sense tells me that worries about tomorrow are pointless, but fear doesn’t understand time and is not connected to my common sense. If I am to be honest with myself, only a tiny percentage of my fears actually come true and even then they are nothing as bad as I envisioned them. However, my worries quickly interject with a limitless list of possible doomsday scenarios and then, of course, my fears jump on the bandwagon and the pendulum starts swinging once more.

When I envision a life of happiness and productivity, I soon realize how out of reach that can be, not because I am unable to reach that goal due to the of lack of ability, but because of the crippling result of fears and worry.

I will continue to battle my nasty little demons because life should feel worth the effort and since I’ve come this far playing my cat and mouse game somebody has to win. . . and it’s not going to be the other guy!

Flying By

The sky around my town is always changing. It’s not from nature, although the occasional rain shower is a welcome sight, the oddities come from jets. There seems to be no rhyme or reason for the erratic flight paths that can be seen from the jet trails they leave behind. One day they fly in from the west, the next day they fly in from the north or east or south or any combination of the four. Sometimes I have to ask myself if they are really jets. After all, I live only 100 miles or so from the infamous area 51.

The trails in this picture from yesterday were exceptionally strange, my guess is the display was military passing over because the four evenly spaced trails abruptly ended. (left side of the palm trees) I watched the sky for an extended period of time, thinking maybe the planes were getting too far away to see the trails in the distance, but another jet followed behind them and it’s trail did not disappear.

 I hear people talk of government conspiracy theories about slowly poisoning us with chemicals sprayed out over major cities…I don’t believe that! What I see in the sky is a crazy display of too many airplanes flying at the same time. Unless, these trails were not from four different jets, but one really gigantic one and I’ve been abducted by aliens and have yet to realize I am not actually writing this blog entry

Don’t Eat Me!

Ever have one of those days when it feels like you spend most of it trying to convince people to do things a different way?

Take this little worm in the comic for example, he’s smart enough to know if he uses the right words he can convince the catfish to not eat him, but is the catfish really paying attention? Probably not, all it knows is the worm is smaller and would make a tasty meal. GULP

There you have it. . .most of the time people don’t pay attention to ideas that stray away from their own. Some days are worse than others when no amount of convincing will be enough to prevent us from being swallowed. All we can do is take comfort in knowing that eventually a bigger fish will swim by and eat them!

Or we can take full ownership of our ideas and not expect others to validate them. Of course, the best plan of action is finding a way to prevent ourselves from being wrapped around the hook in the first place. The moral of this story?  Don’t dress like a tasty meal!