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A Dead Dream

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I read an article the other day about America. In it, the author walked the streets of metropolitan areas, and observed the American Way. She focused a bit on Detroit, and walking down Grand Blvd. and all the once-gorgeous houses that are run-down and empty. She spoke about the auto industry, and how the workers were once among the best paid laborers in the world, but now are settling for less and less. She asked if the “American Dream” was dead.

Is it? While it is true that we are fast becoming only a military superpower, but without a strong economy, even that will fail over time. Every generation in America since the Great Depression has had a better quality of living than the previous generation. It’s an interesting thought to say that we may not be able to help our children achieve “more” than what we had.

Others say that it is just a cyclical result of the huge dynamics that are awash in our economy, and that we’re merely on a downswing. But, I think deep in our hearts, we also know that the quality of life that we’ve had for so long requires enormous resources, and that shouldn’t last.

Overall, I think it’s a might early to make any predictions, but it certainly is worth thinking about.

Oatmeal Cream Pies

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This morning, I got to work early, and I was feeling a little down. So, I was just kind of wandering around the lunchroom when I saw some oatmeal cream pies for sale.

Instantly, I had a flashback to a long time ago. I was in kindergarten, and at that particular time, I was SO excited. It was my turn to bring in the snack for snack time. I was wearing one of my favorite shirts. It was dark blue, with some red and white trim on it. When snack time came, I proudly sauntered up to Mrs. Hurlbert’s desk, and she asked what the snack was going to be. I looked over my 2 boxes, and said with a mile wide smile, “oatmeal cream pies.” After passing them out to all my classmates, I remember biting into that soft chewy goodness, and thinking about how yummy those oatmeal cream pies were.

With nine kids, my parents rarely bought such unnecessary food stuffs. But, since it was my first snack time, my mother had taken me to Meijer’s the night before to help pick out the snack. It couldn’t cost too much, and it had to be enough to feed 19? kids. I remember looking at all kinds of snacks, and I couldn’t decide. My mom offered a few suggestions, but at that moment, I felt like the entire world was wide open in that grocery aisle. There were so many to choose from, so many that I had never tried.

When I finally did pick out the oatmeal cream pies, I remember being worried if my classmates would like them or not, or even if I would like them or not. (If my mom bought cookies, it was usually a big cardboard box of Hostess cookies, so I’m pretty sure I hadn’t ever had oatmeal cream pies before this instance). But they did, and I remember being so proud of myself for choosing something so yummy and delicious.

This morning, it made me smile for a moment to remember my life back then. In the spirit of the moment, I bought an oatmeal cream pie, and bit into the soft chewy goodness. A few emotions blew through my mind, and a few more memories brushed my consciousness, but in the end, it was the simple taste that permeated my psyche. Ah, that was good.

The Way of the Cooper

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By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy.
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade’s a memory.

I was thinking about certain people the other day, and occupations. It seems very strange that certain occupations fall away as others take their place. For instance, in “Dublin in the Rare Ould Times” (above), the singer was a cooper, a maker of casks and barrels. As times changed, his trade became “a memory.” I guess there’s a part of me that never really thought that a demand for a specific trade would shrink to almost nil, but in reality it happens all the time.

I met a gentleman the other day who was a “Medical Illustrator.” Basically, he drew to-scale pictures of organs, gentered models, outlined procedures, designed devices,etc. However, in the modern days of CAD(computer aided design), people can generate their own models and create procedures far more simply, and the need for that trade is dwindling at an amazing rate.

What a strange feeling it must be to feel useless, even though you are healthy, middle-aged, and industrious! I could tell that such a proposition weighed heavily on the man, and I felt a twinge of pity. But in thinking of my own life, I wonder what jobs that are in high demand today will be completely obsolete when I’m middle-aged? People always say that people will always need “Trade X” or “Job Y,” but in reality, something catastrophic or even something mundane could change the fate of an entire industry.

The changing face of technology, humanity, progress, etc. leaves some people stranded, trapped in a way of life that has passed them by. What a strange thing it will be when I am one of those people.

A Truly Happy Person

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I’ve heard it said that “A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.” I would like to say that I’m like that all the time, but I’m not. I was thinking about when I took my two sisters to Ireland a year or two ago. For me, going to Ireland was a dream that I’d been waiting on for a very long time. I was so happy the moment I set foot on the holy ground, I could barely contain myself. Needless to say, it didn’t last.

I had so many problems that first day, from trying to drive on the “wrong” side of the road, to not knowing where I was going, etc. I felt like everything was going against me. The clutch was really hard to disengage, and there were trouble lights coming on at weird times. My sister was looking at the map, and certainly not understanding it, and instead of trying to enjoy the fact that I was where I had always wanted to be, I was getting so frustrated with everything going on.

I didn’t get upset enough to say mean things, but I did certainly get upset, and my sister could see that. In looking back, I had some really great times, that probably could have been better if I had had a different outlook. That’s easy to say now, but in reality, I think it’s important to try to put our emotions in check (not ignored), and to realize that how we feel isn’t everything in life. We communicate, think, live, and are alive. What more can we ask of our existence? What more do we deserve? We need to be happy enough to see the life that’s passing before us for what it is, a gift.

Awake

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I think that most people want to be happy, and genuinely work to reach a state of joy. Most of us want to look back on our lives with good feelings. But, I think that each of us has a tendency to get caught up in a certain space, detail, or thought that leads away from the truly awake state of being. I think that we are all on a quest to find the answers at the end of a seemingly ever-retreating rainbow, and the only time we actually are alive is when we are working towards that end. There are so many paths to take, and some give us love and honor, while others tend to bring us down. In the end, I want to say that I made a step in the right direction. I don’t care how big of a step it was, but I want to do the honorable thing all the time. That is terribly hard to do, considering all the emotions that blow my way, but I guess that’s the challenge, and the cost.

Good?

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Sometimes the smallest thing can get in the way of truth. I was thinking about how people oftentimes look outside themselves to find some sort of meaning in the vast possibilities of life. It seems that most people in our culture do their best to be “good people,” but sometimes slip up out of pride, not knowing the full consequence, or perhaps doing something bad for the greater good. Even some murderers believe they are doing the right thing by killing someone.

Doing the right thing is such a strange combination of understanding, upbringing, emotions, and opinions that it’s very hard to discern what is truly right. Are there any exceptions to rules like “murder is bad,” or “saving a life is good”? That certainly is worth thinking about!

The World

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To the dull mind all nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world sparkles with light
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I was thinking about this sort of thing on my way home last night.  So many people are far too busy to see the world for what it is.  They live a life shut up in tomorrow’s detailed plans, and yesterday’s heavy thoughts.  I am the same way more often than I’d like to admit.  But sometimes, a soft snow falling over a hillside awakens an elated excitement that I can’t describe.  It’s like the world itself is alive, not a dead empty place on which for man to tread.  We have a life to live, interacting with the only thing we know: this Earth and its multitude of organisms.  We are part of something here in this moment that will never be again. 

Happy St. Valentine’s Day

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I hope everyone has a grand St. Valentine’s Day.  It seems to be one of those “romantic love” days, and a lot of times people who are single completely hate it, or feel really sad and empty because they don’t have someone to share it with.  Sometimes, people will just try to do some sort of anti-valentine’s day, or try to find someone really really hard in order to have someone.

The day itself was originally set up to honor a martyr (or maybe multiple ones) by that name.  It wasn’t till the Middle Ages that it come to symbolize romantic love.  But it is what it is today, from a thousand different spins and years.  But, to think of St. Valentine’s Day in terms of martyrdom is an interesting thought.  There is a dark side to all the pinks, reds, and flowers.   And that is the sacrifice of love.  Some people may think me strange to say that, but love takes work, and in order to really work at it, you have to sacrifice so much.  To truly love, you have to understand another person.  And to truly know that you are loved, the other person must show that they understand you. 

What does sacrifice have to do with understanding another person, you may ask?  Well, first off, when I speak of understanding, I don’t mean you know what foods another person likes, or the color of their eyes.  Instead, you know how they feel, what they think, why they think the way they do, what they fear, what they believe, their impulse, their moods, etc.  The sacrifice is that you come with your own thoughts, feelings, beliefs, etc. and you have to put them aside to really know and understand another.  Someone I consider a very smart person once said, “What does it mean to understand? Well, it simply means to “Stand Under” (with emphasis).  And to stand under YOU, means I have to crawl to get there.  You may think, ‘Crawl?  No way would I ever crawl.  If I got a problem, I nuke it baby.’  But what do you think Jesus taught us when he crawled up Mount Calvary?”  That’s sacrifice.  That’s understanding.  That’s love.

Lost in Translation

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I went fencing last night, and afterwards, my fencing class went out to the bar for a few pints at the Olde Town.  One of my classmates is German, so we got to talking about some “lost in translation” items of different cultures.  He hated watching a German movie with English subtitles because the subtitles usually were “really really bad.”  But he talked about how after World War II, the English asked the Germans what supplies they would need, and what they said was translated as “corn.”  However, the German word for corn is also the word for grain. The Germans generally reserved corn for hogs and pigs, not humans, and grains were used for human consumption.    So, you know what the English brought….corn.  After the Germans realized it was a mistake, not an affront, they had a good laugh about it.

It’s amazing to me that even when two people speak the same language, there is so much that is lost in changing brains.  At the same time however, I think communication/cooperation is humanity’s greatest asset, next to memory.  We communicate from such a young age, shaping and reshaping our viewpoint.  Every viewpoint is different and unique; some are even crazy.  Through it all, we learn to communicate as effectively as possible.  But with even the best intentions, we have people who cannot see the heart of the speaker, and have to make judgements about what they mean.  And those assumptions are the ones that make up our little window of the world, our viewpoint.  And it is very hard for us to see any other.

Wrongness

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There are so many people in the world who feel that something is wrong with them or their lives, and/or something is not quite right with the world.  We have this great capacity to improve ourselves, and yet we remain unsatisfied.  The reflections and meditations leave us empty, and we feel unfufilled, even if we are where we always wanted to be.  Why is that?  We do we not have a place where happiness abounds in this life.  Every moment of bliss follows and is followed by a moment of sadness. 

Science tells us that humans evolved from a “lesser” species, and that we are the paramount of evolution.  But what if we are wrong?  What if we are just another organism that was made for a specific place and time?  This world is ours to conquer, we say to ourselves.  This is truth because we are told so as children.  There is nothing you cannot do.  You are special and unique.  You should do whatever makes you happy.  You are born to be better than X.  You deserve Y.  But what about the rest of humanity, let alone the rest of creation?  Where do they fit in the “me?”