Terrorists or fashionistas?

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Once upon a time,  say 5 years ago, if you sported this beard, you were a terrorist, harassed at work, made fun of in the street and automatically stereotyped.
Nowadays, even the least hetro of males sport them for fashion. Add some tats, some clever photography and you’re a model.
Sorry guys, you guys ain’t got shit on Muslims who’ve worn them casually and with conviction for 1450 years and are the most widely regarded beard wearers of all time.

Noise Fein

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When the noise becomes too much

Come with me and I’ll show you how to walk amongst the tombstones of silence.

I’ll guide you through the mist of unfamiliarity

As you struggle to recognise your inner most thoughts

Not by chance is your soul a corpse

By your own hand you bludgeoned it

As you feined for noise.

-ME

How Bad

How bad

How badly do you want the war to stop?
Will you fight for it?

How badly do you want to eradicate hunger and poverty?
Will you starve for it?

How badly do you want to stop sex abuse?
Will you lower your gaze around the opposite sex?

How badly do you want your children to be educated?
Will you pick up a book?

How badly you want  anything depends on the measures you will take to achieve it.

Comfort and achievement cannot marry except at the end of the journey.

Whomsoever seeks them at the beginning of the journey is doomed to be severed from both.

-ME

Backwards

weve got it wrong

We’ve got it all wrong.

We try so hard to ‘keep our head above water’ when the pearls of life are buried deep into the abyss of the ocean.

We’re ‘just trying to survive’ by killing ourselves to pay bills.

We’re ‘getting by’ without moving at all.

We’re ‘getting through school’ but our schooling is not thorough, then again if we were to hold ourselves to account, the meaning of the word is being fulfilled, people are most definitely ‘schooled’.

We’re ‘battling along’ but we wouldn’t have the physical integrity to run to the local convenience store let alone battle anything.

We’re ‘trying to find ourselves’, but this is the biggest hoax spread today, as if we’ve all become lost and we need a ten year journey to reconcile with who we are.

If the internet were invented first, people would not bother with facebook, twitter, forums and the such. Picking up the phone and conversing would be the in thing to do, better yet, meeting up in person, watching the creases of ones face move as they speak, feeling their emotion or lack thereof, watching their body language, hearing their laughter, tone and meter in their speech would be so fun, but alas we’re happy to ignore the real things. These are far too many things to co-ordinate for the modern day cerebrally severed being.

In my world celebrities aren’t real. The people who quietly go about their business interest me. Their dreams, hopes, thoughts and intricacies make me wonder. They intrigue me, they fascinate me. You want to grab my attention? Seek none and I’ll notice you.

Reminds me of a quote from the secret life of Walter Mitty where Sean Penn said – “Beautiful things don’t ask for attention”.

-ME

The extrovert delusion

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I love this quote by Mary Walsh. It was in review of Susan Cain’s book titled: Quiet, the power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking.

To say I am excited to read this book is an understatement. Without spoiling it too much, the praises are never ending and it’s description is something that appeals to me.
I’m utterly dissatisfied with the status quo of my and my fellow younger generations. Their utter disregard for the quiet achiever’s resolve, focus and ability is an imbecilic crime against ourselves and one another.

The worship of the extrovert has done nothing more than create a culture so superficially void and defunct that we will be feeling the pain of our momentary lapse in the time-space of eternity for a very long time.

We will be remembered for our ignorance and our ability to purposefully dumb each other down. Self inflicted stupidity, lack of intelligence seen as cool and the praise of self-admittance to lack of literary and educational prowess are so prevalent that if you differ, you’re an outcast waiting for the barrage of psychiatrists to invent a disease for your condition.

I am somewhat saddened but feel this overwhelming urge to forge an army of intelligent people, introverts of the highest order, the ones who care not for the glamour and fame but the ones who would sit for hours on end watching an organism grow so that they can record and understand it more in the wider scope of other organism, in hope to find a cure to help if but one person, just because he or she WANTS to. The ones who will strum their guitar until their fingers bleed so they can play a riff of perfection to make your hairs stand on end, one riff, that is all. The ones who will not stop reading until they have encompassed enough inside themselves to be able to pass if only one tenth of what they know on to another generation. The ones who will not separate a relentless drive and ambition for business success from morals and ethics and fight their ego despite the pressure of outside forces in their dealings. The ones who will throw away canvas upon canvas, waste oil and wear brushes, be buried in their rooms for days or weeks to produce a visual treat.

Introverts are belittled by default, but try as you may, when the shit hit’s the fan, the extroverts don’t know what to do, it’s to the ones who spent enough time resolving themselves that we all turn to, to their knowledge, wisdom, abilities or at least their candour and calm in the wake of the storms around us.

Next time you feel like making fun of or joining in on a back-biting and gossip session about the new kid at school or the employee who drinks water instead of beer at your social gatherings or the person in the street who just doesn’t quite fit in, know that they might have a few years or leagues above you, gained only by their introversion.

Do yourself a favour and add this book to your collection.

-ME

There is no time

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Give me an inch and I’ll take a mile.

That’s the least I can do as life keeps taking things from me.

It’s not a joke.

Your senses must be really dull,

if you’re not overwhelmed by the pressure of losing out.

I don’t like sleep for that very reason.

There is so much for me to do,

things I will miss out on.

The book I need to read,

the writers mind I need to get into,

to understand one more human being,

their ability to convey a message,

to artistically communicate,

to mash a jumble of letters together,

and have it move someone.

If I give that inch away,

I will get suckered in the nose.

Prize fighting is serious business,

hurt business.

No one likes losing in business.

If I give that inch,

my son will take a mile and run with it.

He’ll be off in the wrong direction,

if I don’t steer that inch.

If I give that inch,

I’ll miss the mile wide sunrise.

Poverty stricken people,

who give inches.

They aren’t rich in life’s experiences.

They give inches,

and life takes miles from them

If I give that inch,

instead of taking it,

you won’t see the mile from me.

Perhaps one person will miss out,

someone,

but one.

-ME