Problems

"I think every conscious person, every person who is awake to the functioning principles within his reality, has a moment where he stops blaming the problems in the world on group think, on humanity and authority, and starts to face himself."

- Donald Miller

After every complaint about world issues you never hear anyone blame themselves. It's all about the other guy. You blame global warming on all the cars on the road, yet you don't bother driving your own car because "you're not as bad as the other guy." You blame unemployment and homelessness on corporations and cheap overseas production, but what money do you give to shelters or non-profit organizations? You put the weight of the world on governments and the legislature but you yourself take no stand. The problems aren't out there, there inside of you and me. You are the problem. I am the problem. It makes me feel like a hypocrite in many ways.

I imagine it like looking into a mirror and seeing but a poor reflection. And while you gaze deeper and deeper into the reflections eyes you realize what you have become. The monster inside has revealed itself. You realize that it is your own reflection, yet you don't know what you have become. Then comes the all important, sum-of-all questions. You stare into your eyes believing you can see inside of yourself, and as you gaze deeper and deeper a look of concern washes over and you ask...

Who am I?

A breakthrough. A moment of finally understanding. The problem isn't the goverments or gods, the terrorists or teachers, the oil refineries or polar ice caps. The problem is yourself.

A very prominent and thought-provoking scene in the movie "Iron Man" comes to mind. There is our hero, pissed off because his weapons company is dealing to both sides of a war. He gets up, not to go to some rally to protest with a picket sign, but to do what he can to solve the problem. As he walks up to get into his suit, he looks and sees his reflection in the window. He sees what is inside of him, and destroys it. He destroys the monster inside and becomes what he truly wants to do.

Save the world.

The Alarm Clock of Life

It's a sad time when my alarm clock starts buzzing in the morning. I have nobody to blame but myself. I mean, I am the one who sets it the night before. Night after night, I turn my alarm clock back on, setting myself up for turmoil and disgust in the morning. My roommate has to set two alarm clocks, because sometimes he would sleep through the first one. So maybe we trust our alarm clocks too much, or maybe it runs our life more than we think.

We put so much faith into our alarm clocks to wake us up in the morning but we've lost faith in the alarm clock of life.

I think the alarm clock should be the symbol of our generation. I feel as if the buzzer is going off on the alarm clock of life, yet we've turned our ears against it and plan on sleeping for as long as we can.

It's probably because we're comfortable in our sleep. It's warm, comfortable, and close. Just like we dream away the issues of the day while in our beds we also dream away the alarm clock of life. The buzzer is ringing, waiting for you to turn it off and start your life the way you're supposed to live it but no, you hit the snooze button.

When you hit the snooze button on the alarm clock of life you snooze on your life.

So wake up you faithless! Wake up from your slumber! Wake up to the disaster you've been living! Wake up from the dream, the illusion! Wake up from your walk and start to run, skip, and jump through your life! Wake up and answer the alarm clock of life! Wake up from the easy path of life and meet the hard one straight on!

I Can't Breathe

You can't stop breathing
Cause you're the reason I'm still living
My heart knows it's you I'm missing
So it's life that you are giving

I know when I'm cold
It's you who I long to hold
But I'm never that bold
And then you are never told

I had breath, but you took it away
Don't worry, you don't have to pay
All I want is to see you today
And tell you I'm OK
My love for you will be strong in May
For I'm breathing off of it this day

So I'll breathe off thinking of you
Until someday I'll give you a clue
And tell you everything that's true
That it's you I'm pretty into