Something Little

Have you ever stopped to think about that one random person who helped you out one time? Whether they were letting you out of a parking lot into the line of traffic, holding the door for you, or giving you a smile when they didn't even know you needed one? Do you ever think of that person whose name you didn't catch? I like to think that people have this desire to be remembered, and in an effort to to be so, they try to acccomplish big things, something that will have everyone knowing their name. But, today as I was remembering that one random person who helped me out one time, I realized you don't have to have a name to be remembered. Sometimes, it really is the little things that matter most, and I want that random person to know I didn't forget. Thanks. 

Fear and Other Limiting Mindsets

So today, as usual, I was thinking and this is what I’ve concluded: humans must molt mindsets the way snakes molt skin; it is necessary for survival, though it’s probably nicer to remain in a mindset most familiar. That comfort must be lost in order to grow. That comfort, given long enough, will become stifling, snuffing out not only our ability to grow, but also our ability to survive and thrive. However, we should not simply shed our old mindset and leave it behind to degrade; it was once a part of us and should remain as a reminder of where we’ve been, where we don’t want to return. New and fresh ideas are necessary for growth, and shed mindsets will serve as markers of the stale and narrow-minded concepts we no longer need. We can also apply this notion to fear; it’s a mindset we have to shed if we wish to become something great. Like the massive snakes which molted many skins to become so, molt enough mindsets and we’ll have impressive growth too. We can never grow if we continue to writhe in the stifling skin that is our all-consuming fear. So, shed the fear or die.

Betrayal

Betrayal. It’s what you suffered today. The worst part: it was from you. You thought it would come from anybody else, but not yourself.  Someone can only betray you if he or she is close to you, otherwise, it isn’t betrayal. It’s just someone who wronged you. Some stranger you don’t know, committing some crime against you, that you can take. That you can get over, but betrayal is a much deeper cut with a much stronger poison. So, by definition, if betrayal is something that can only be committed by one close to you, doesn’t it come as no surprise that you betrayed yourself the most? Who is closer to you than you? Who knows your thoughts other than you?