Membrane n. A thin pliable sheet of material.
A blanket of snow falls over the East Coast of Canada, and the majority of its residents are lounging in their homes; feet up over the chair, feet at the bottom of the couch, and a friend somewhere near by. The other crazies are the ones valiantly out shoveling, plowing, or salting our overwhelmed roads. The snow just seems to keep coming at us, as we become hit with one big dump of snow after another big dump of snow...and there is another supposedly on its way.
How ironic is it that I am getting dumped on in Halifax, when there are rumours of landslides in Whistler? I am talking mudslides here, people, and not avalanches as there just seems to be rain falling in them there mountains. And me, unable to truly enjoy this snow as it is meant to be enjoyed: Screaming and whooping and freaking the juice out of your sytem until your generator purrs in contentment. Imagine what this unexpected time must do to my mind, and to the ideas that never slow their frantic pace. Now imagine what comes next...yes, you guessed it. A story. Here you go, and may you enjoy.
I am a proponent of using certain words in their sometimes individual spaces, other times throwing them around-all-willy-nilly, and and oh my God, sometimes even dropping them helter skelter. But, if I am able to place them in context, then all the better. It is all about the act of pushing out your comfort zones and stretching your boundaries...just to see if they exist. I have always been fond of my own personal saying, and it is an idea that aids me when times seem at a low spot. When these days hit me, I see them as opportunities to test my limits of scooching my soul that much further, and then I see myself testing my limits until I see that I have none. Try it...I dare you to try it just once. Think a little something different, a little something you have never looked at before. If you have so many times before, and the days seem long...well, just try again because you never know what might happen.
How ironic is it that I am getting dumped on in Halifax, when there are rumours of landslides in Whistler? I am talking mudslides here, people, and not avalanches as there just seems to be rain falling in them there mountains. And me, unable to truly enjoy this snow as it is meant to be enjoyed: Screaming and whooping and freaking the juice out of your sytem until your generator purrs in contentment. Imagine what this unexpected time must do to my mind, and to the ideas that never slow their frantic pace. Now imagine what comes next...yes, you guessed it. A story. Here you go, and may you enjoy.
I am a proponent of using certain words in their sometimes individual spaces, other times throwing them around-all-willy-nilly, and and oh my God, sometimes even dropping them helter skelter. But, if I am able to place them in context, then all the better. It is all about the act of pushing out your comfort zones and stretching your boundaries...just to see if they exist. I have always been fond of my own personal saying, and it is an idea that aids me when times seem at a low spot. When these days hit me, I see them as opportunities to test my limits of scooching my soul that much further, and then I see myself testing my limits until I see that I have none. Try it...I dare you to try it just once. Think a little something different, a little something you have never looked at before. If you have so many times before, and the days seem long...well, just try again because you never know what might happen.
So, okay, people, you may say it is not that easy; that it is not so much said, and then done. To this I reply: Why not? To say that is putting a limit on yourself, beginning with an impassable gatekeeper, and setting an unreachable goal. Take the time to destroy old self concepts of old memories and of old status. Deconstruct your outside world and then reconstruct a new one. Smell the air of freshness surround you, and inhale it deep into your lungs. Then when that same breath seems a little stale...then deconstruct reconstruct and follow until you see fit; or until comfort is attained, which ever comes first. For you can always regain your breath back in the dust of rubble and debris of old thoughts that no longer fit into the equation, and so no longer bring nothing but positive energy instead.
It is then, that you will look up and take in your three-hundred-and-sixty-degree-view of the world around you...and know that you are more comfortable with what your life consists of. But, more importantly, you are so comfortable in your own skin. You realize that it involved the shedding of old ideologies enforced upon us, usually by our own making at times, and that you have expanded old zones and old ranges. You suddenly want more, you suddenly see yourself becoming more, and then one day you are suddenly walking on a new road.
To me, it is all about following my dreams down my own road to the point of no return. I mean, really, people, why would I ever want to return from the road of my dreams? No, I choose to forge on and endure what some may call the long arduous trek, but towards what I prefer to call the solid call of life. I only ask that we may all do it with our heads up; always forward and awaiting what comes next. Walk the road to see what it really feels like underfoot, and not just as the road that you see in the distance. Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.
"Where do you want to go? Who do you want to be? What you want to do just come with me?"
- Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers
