2014 “untitled american dream” documentary project

The closing of another year opens up ideas for the people who will travel from Ohio to South America on the road circulating Paper Campfire and documenting those who plan to cycle from Argentina to Canada. The 2014 FIFA World Cup may be in the mix as well, or not. Before 2013 comes, this project hopes to have a crew outline and further information, which will be featured at the digital Paper Campfire site. Email WildHarmonyBook@gmail.com for more details. “This is a time for American heroes and we reach for the stars.” Time to show what the new generation is capable of and retake our image as the one’s who will do whatever it takes to keep the world running a little while longer so we can enjoy this wonderful life. Visit event link.

A follow up return to address collapse

So much is owned from inventions to ideas. The stories of the past that have inspired us to act have become monopolized by entertainment and credit cards. Since so much time is spent trying to determine the original angles before becoming absorbed by some form of sponsorship or another, the person in conversation is left only with pop culture references. This is why the next project could involve a screenplay behind the rise of some form of universal apocalyptic scenario that has become difficult to address due to the increased defense expenditures in an attempt to prevent any unsettling event. The parallel to terrorism is obvious but with a forward twist and assumed conditions based upon some sort of greater force, the people maintain hope that security must never come before freedom. However, in the modern democracies of today and manipulation through the media, it only takes a message with an audience to really influence the decisions that lead to reality. In the late 1990s, the government did not know how to address terrorism and speculated whether it was a national security matter or simply a law enforcement responsibility. Failing to prevent an attack that struck a chord in all the population, law enforcement was combined with national security as a sort of total control of a world further slipping away from influence and change. Beyond the economy, the people have become dissatisfied with public servants who appear to be corrupt or in league with the controversial. Even though there are obvious needs that must be met by society’s response, the majority would prefer to not talk about it. The first step to solving a problem is acknowledging that there is one. Fight beyond that urge to forget that it took so long to finally realize that the world was not all good things, that there is evil in the world that will throw the balance off with violence. What does violence solve though? Is that the answer, to meet force with force and hope that the habits of a fighter end in defeat. It cannot be ignored though. The failure to addressing a problem will only deepen our problems and worsen our fears. Our attempts to put the responsibility in someone else’s hands has corrupted our own understanding of democracy and freedom. An election passes with apathetic bureaucrats and strategic fame seekers driving the momentum for addresses a clear and present danger. There is a film that has just been released onDemand with those who see the problem and urge on those addressing it to sincerely rise. Everyone must together stand and press forward. I imagine that it would all be a lot easier if we worked together.

Just a breath away

“A hipster would never admit that they are a hipster,” said someone who knows what they’re talking about. The lack of imagination in this day in age must also play in context with the ridiculously creative imaginations that are churning out idea after idea. There are more people playing the game than ever before. And when this happens, there’s a greater chance of disillusionment in the statistics of turning an idea into a successful concept. Most of the bases have been covered, nearly all the mountains have been climbed. Regardless of the original idea that hangs in the balance of our imagination, it is likely that someone somewhere else has taken that idea and put it to use, most of the time not very well. The other day, I sat around with a few others on a brick laid patio in Columbus talking of potential business ideas. One person mentioned an idea of starting a website that only sold black socks and then allowing that to take off like any other web start-up. Sure enough, there’s already a justblacksocks.com out of the UK (there’s also, interestingly enough, a subscription service for socks on another website). Whether or not this is coincidence is up for debate, but the point is that just a little idea with so much enthusiasm loses most of its steam as soon as it is learned that someone else is doing it. Originality may not even be possible in this day and age. Unless we look at it differently, there’ll continue to be growth in the field of hipsterdom.

One of the local gas stations just sold $900 worth of lottery tickets from one buyer. Now this person may have been purchasing for a group of people, but that only adds to my point. Again the lottery is above half a billion dollars and the news shows stock footage of the previous big drawing about six months ago. The mere act of purchasing a lotto ticket, which of course I did, is hinged upon that idea of what your life would be like after winning. “I would do this or I would do that” conversation could go on all day with the many stating they’ll give it to charity in an attempt to improve their karma and lead them toward a deserving win. The odds are not worth going into because far too many of our decisions these days are based upon bad odds. One act in particular stands out and it is the drive for financial security. Of course this has been mentioned before here or on OpenDoorRapport but it remains a thought provoking point. How many ideas are given up on because they do not follow a trend or because they do not seem to have a high probability of working out?

Fear of moving forward without guarantees drives modern civilization. We demand guarantees on just about every product and dismiss those that do not pay off. However, we also seek lifestyles that guarantee security in the form of health insurance and a steady paycheck. There is no harm in this, but it can be crippling to the imaginative spirit. Most creativity involves a level of destruction and failure. These risks can be the result of undertaking a business idea, a documentary project, a fundraiser for charity, a political campaign, and even reaching out to new circles of people. A far greater risk is becoming a product that is traded on the company floor (and it already may be too late if you look into some of the tactics of political strategists that assigned likelihood numbers to every single potential voter). Although it may be necessary to get from one place to the next and a much better option than many other people have in this world. What’s paramount is to not remain in this state for long periods of time due to the possibility of creativity being drowned out by the security these companies provide. Some of the most successful projects in history have started with just a whisper and grew into a raging storm of accomplishment. In between though, there had to be a point in which the decision to move forward was just a breath away. This can come in the form of simple encouragement, however gurus and sponsors are always quicker to provide that additional confidence. As quickly as something can turn toward greatness, it can very easily turn toward defeat and abandonment. Keep in mind that it took 39 failed variations of water displacement chemical mixtures before they settled with WD-40.

Middle America

You’ve heard it time and time again in political rhetoric about the foundation of American strength: the middle class. Both presidential campaigns believe that this group makes up to $200,000 or $250,000 a year, which is outrageous when you look at the break down of incomes across the board. In fact, there are just over five million households in America (out of 114 million) that generate an income over $200,000 a year, and that includes those making millions. Middle income is a little closer to the median of the country, which is somewhere around $50,000, with a vast majority of households plus/minus $20,000. Instead going on about the exact numbers (if you’re curious, look HERE – worksheet from the census website), let’s think about why we’re so obsessed with this notion of the middle class.

Every American can be what they want to be, right? Sure there’s enough opportunity out there for all the hard working individuals to achieve some measure of success. The perception is skewed beyond a healthy level. Believing in a better day to come is a wonderful attitude. But generalizing what it means to “make it in America” as some arbitrary financial summit probably will stunt the real growth we should be striving for. Most political points are dead-end philosophies and those who are so worried about the economy must ask how, during these awful times, is it that Americans are spending $370,000,000 on costumes for their pets?

Misplaced anger, that’s the term we must really think about once this election is over. People are screaming and crying about how one candidate will surely lead us toward an end of days. Instead of arguing over which policy makes more sense, the conversation has been reduced to mere childish remarks about how the math doesn’t add up or how government doesn’t create jobs. Federal, state, and local government employ 20,000,000 Americans and indirectly are responsible for the remaining jobs in the country. Stability, a road network for all those commercial trucks, National Parks, incentives, rebates, write-offs, human rights, libraries, bridges, and countless unseen amenities are provided without interruption. These things are not guaranteed for all time. They will require leaders who possess the ability to be consistent and a willingness to be unpopular.

Another term that encompasses a lot of this frustrating discourse is radical individualism. The game of life is not fair. Just because someone loses does not mean they have not worked hard enough. People get hurt. Droughts and floods are a reality. It only takes a handful of instances to disrupt an entire community. Crime, sickness, and frustration exist and persist because we’ve had to learn to do more with less. An entire generation grew up in a comfortable, yet volatile time. This has caused bipolar exasperation for someone to take care of business despite how much harm it causes someone else. But when they see the hurt on their end, it just boomerangs back even harder until people become so heartless that they are willing to kill for land.

So back to the middle class, to middle America. There’s no such thing, at least when it comes to income. Now, when it comes to a group of people that want to ensure a quality of life for each other, then that’s something else. It is far more interesting anyway to hear of plans that are inclusive, but for the right reasons. People easily grow out of touch with what they do not see every day. It is simply true and is not any indication of, or lack there of intelligence. Millionaire politicians cannot pretend to know how someone lives just by meeting them once, or even by meeting hundreds of them two or three times. Leading requires humility and the ability to listen. Many of them figure that if they build up a staff who can remember enough and organize efficient campaigns that they’ll win just by learning the cliff notes. The elections of today are designed to pull quick ones over the majority of people by convincing they that they have their interests at heart.

We are going through a transition. The news media is weak due to their inability to come to grip with the internet. Journalists used to create the standard and today they fact-check. Most of it, beyond any other time in recent memory, is skewed by personalities desperate to become commentary celebrities. Take this into account and believe that better days will come, but we’ll have to work for them. And it will take more than one or two four year terms.

Where are we going? (video)

“Profiles of everybody in that data.” New York Times link. Eleven years, trillions of dollars, NDAA, too many lives, too much upheaval, radiation scans at airports, et cetera all the while politicians sling mud in all directions. Taking a moment to honor those who have fallen to safeguard freedom, everyone should think again about the balance of security and freedom.

Deer, deer, everywhere, oh dear!

“Why won’t you just leave the poor deer alone!” screamed an older woman walking by with a small yapping dog at the end of a leash.

I stood at my truck with a blank stare and then smiled at her and thought about telling her to go take a long walk with her dog down a short pier. The cervidae family of mammals includes white-tailed deer, elk, moose, mule deer, and even reindeer. Due to suburban sprawl many white-tailed deer have become almost gypsy-like. Their wandering has gotten to the point in which towns have allowed bow hunting just a couple hundred yards away from residential properties. While walking with a friend and her dog, I saw at least a dozen deer along a paved path through a wooded area. Just before leaving the area, I stopped to take a photo of some deer who coincidentally were in frame with a “no hunting” sign. These signs were common and many self-proclaimed naturalists were in a frenzy trying to stop people from “murdering” the “innocent” deer. They are not wrong to believe what they do. Misguided is a better word.

There’s no way to accurately account for the number of deer in America. Some numbers I have seen are as high as 80 million and others as low as 10 million. However, there are some compelling data points when it comes to car accidents with deer: close to 200 people are killed a year in America. That’s not to say that we should adopt a policy of destroying all the deer, but overpopulation is a serious concern and culling is a rational option. When animals have to compete with many other animals over food, they become goofy. Deer tend to wander into highways, either due to depression or stupidity, and are annihilated by cheaply made cars, which do not react well to the sometimes couple hundred pound pieces of meat.


Two corporals of the V-22 Osprey mentioned that their two friends were killed in a crash in Morocco back in April. They were so “that’s just the way of the world” about it. The airplane helicopter hybrid has for years been criticized for over the top costs.

“I’ve been doing this stuff for about four years now,” said the first flight crew member.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” asked Chris delicately.

“Twenty-two. Yea, pretty much joined after my first year of college.”

After talking for another fifteen minutes and seeing the sun go down from the East Ninth Pier, adjacent to the obscure looking Rock n’ Roll Hall of Fame and Cleveland’s skyline. The clouds covered the horizon and caused the sun to look as if it were bleeding into Lake Erie. The Marines played taps and lowered the flag while most of the people stood in upright postures playing along by saluting during the ceremony. Perhaps they were all veterans. The crowds morphed into a music festival type of extravaganza during their invasion of Burke Lakefront Airport exercise. Armored personnel carriers came up from Lake Erie and a hundred or so Marines sprinted out of their lowering ramps into the brush of the vacant looking airport. There they shot off green smoke proceeding by loud popping blanks. After a few minutes and for the rest of the show, various pieces of hardware dropped Marines, picked them up, and flew in many formations, shaking the grounds with the sound of their powerful Rolls Royce engines.

Most of the people likely hit the road after the sea, water, and air assault. Still, the casino grabbed many handfuls and the Indians were playing the Pirates on the other side of town. Cleveland was alive and well, but it didn’t take long for most of the excitement to die down. The Marines had no trouble getting people to buy them drinks that evening in the bars. Most Clevelanders, however, retreated to their respective suburbs for the peace of the green grassed yards and long couches to stretch out on. The amount of relaxation and even minor isolation leaves many people seeking for happiness in the strangest ways. So many restaurants and shopping villages, driving all over the place, and only enjoying home when people come to visit.

Take Avon Lake, Ohio for example. About 25,000 people inhabit the lakeside town and collectively hold tens of millions in assets. What is the community like? This usual question by new residents is never accurate. There is a lot of idealism in the mission statements of towns or their philosophy on what it means to be a community. However, Avon Lake is not alone. Most suburbs in America follow the same restrained American Dream policy insulated from most of the world’s realities. It is without a doubt the priority when politicians talk about maintaining the American Way of Life. The stability beneath is what the high demand of it all is about. People able to work anywhere in the world, but stay within an artificial tribe. On the weekends during the autumn months, high school football gets people up in a rush. Other than that, it is rare that all of Avon Lake would ever be in one place. Times are changing though and with the bicentennial on the horizon, there has been talk of massive development along the shoreline. Rumors have surfaced from various dinner party conversations and idealistic drunken conversations around campfires. Nearly all the land along the lake is residential, with a few open areas with small beaches or simple boardwalk access. Word came few weeks ago that the very large Pink Floyd Animals looking coal power plant will be closing in April 2015. What then? One side hopes to restore the lease with another company, another want to have it destroyed and turned to residential or other community land. In between those two arguments, rational people scratch their heads as to why something grand could not take its place.

Cleveland is expanding and will continue to do so, according to many reports. One group of young college grads who have returned to temporarily live with parents have been talking about developing it into the grand place of the midwest. Their high hopes may be way out of the range of spending risk the city or investors are willing to make. The plan would take the entire land around the coal power plant and turn it into a community resort and apartments. Parts of the plant would naturally have to be destroyed, but to benefit off the industrial architecture for shops and apartment lofts, will be renovated and refurbished. Initial costs rise into the millions, but the payoff may be extraordinary in the long run and turn Avon Lake into the town of innovation and forward thinking. Along with commercial development, the group hopes to make a deal with the school district to open up some of the new rooms as a conference center and classrooms. It will truly be a community center and as people grow accustomed to it, treat it as if it were their own. The green space in the area will be cultivated into community gardens. Coffee shops will reopen and the already developed but under utilized Avon Lake plaza will return to life. All it will take is a little push by those who know how to get things done. Let’s do something grand and see what happens next. Imagine the possibilities. Plus, it will be fun.

The returned Avon Lakers do not have high expectations to go along with their hopes. If college and all the wasted money on that venture was the best that many people can come up with, then an idea of infrastructural development and change may be too much to handle. They have been sharing stories of growing up around campfires, but when it comes down to getting a job, they all expect to move out of Avon Lake. Why? Because there is just not a whole lot worth hanging around with. Like the Marines in Cleveland, these young people need to know there is a community behind them and ready to help them reach their potential and go through with their plans, or at least be listened to enough for the project to commence. Those Shoremen.

Invasion of Cleveland

“I believe in America. America has made my fortune.” The introductory line of Godfather set the stage for so many who wished to tell the story of the real America, the land of opportunity, the place where some make it while many do not. Compromises of time and energy are bound to lead to a false sense of achievement. High risk does not guarantee high reward as one of the possibilities is always no reward and even loss. However, low risk hardly leads to anything and if it does, usually only to menial success. And that may not be such a bad thing. When someone mentions economics, think less of dollars and cents and more of the general system of production, consumption, and the transfer of wealth. Extend that system to include time and then begin calculation of risks and rewards. For the most part, there are only so many years to enjoy certain aspects of life to the fullest, but without money and access, some of that is not possible.

Cleveland opened a casino with a motto of risk being its own reward. Advertising aside, the act of gambling is an easy specific example to what many hope to achieve within the modern economic system. Walking through the spiffed up Higbee building adjacent to the Terminal Tower, the first telltale sign of financial desperation was that purified air smell, the fan which filter in new oxygen to the multi-storied grand rooms of slot machines, poker tables, and roulette. A man in the elevator said all odds improved after playing the same numbers, 5 and 10, over and over. “It’s just like life,” I said as we walked our separate ways. Like the oranges as omens of death in Godfather, the scent of brisk comfort could make you forget to bury your wallet deep in your pocket away from the small hands of the grifters. The place never closed although the bartender stated at five after two in the morning that they were no longer serving, but would be back open in the morning. They were handing out ten ounce bottles of water for two or three dollars apiece. Usually they start at five o’clock in the afternoon, but since it was early Sunday, the peak gambling hours, they would open back up to the gamblers at ten thirty or so in the morning.

Earlier that day, wandering through the cordoned off public square, people we already withdrawing as much as they could from ten dollar fee ATMs and pulling the slot lever in hopes of doubling their investment. Politicians said it would bring much needed dollars to Ohio and more specifically, Cleveland. Only a few weeks since opening, the Horseshoe Casino hums with high heeled gangsters, sightseers, wannabe rounders, day drinking rationalizers, and a slew of other people who bounce from one label to the other. Maybe a handful of them walk across the street to purchase cheaper cigarettes, but it is unlikely they will venture much further. A contingent of the 750 U.S. Marines who were coming to Cleveland for a circus performance explored the city during the day and found it to be mostly sunkissed desolate streets and blocks of unoccupied buildings.

First Lieutenant Marcus had recently returned from his second tour in Afghanistan and thought he was in for a treat with this public relations group which had been occupying various cities in the Union for the past couple years, spending a few million dollars on demonstrating their expensive toys and hopefully recruiting some unsuspecting young patriots. All that did not matter to Marcus though. He had seen the reality of a dozen or so young men driving their self-improved “high mobility multipurpose wheeled vehicles” around the mountainous roads through backwards-type of villages for weeks on end. His second tour had been fairly uneventful as he was assigned a detail of new recruits fresh out of Quantico who called Marcus, at least in private, Hollywood POG, referring to the Marine Corp Recruit Depot in San Diego. He learned a lot from his first tour and did not like to talk about it. Knowing what the second tour entailed, Marcus did not challenge his subordinates beyond the safety of the mission and let them assume he had not seen or experienced much. They were assigned a series of roads outside of Behsud, an area in the Wardok province, just west of Kabul. The French had an NGO in the area and one of Marcus’ responsibilities was to come to their assistance whenever they appeared to be in a binde. The French and other volunteers of the group were not afraid to show their disdain for America, even though some of the volunteers were American.

All that did not matter though. Marcus was back in stateside after the MADERA incident which was really only a small scuffle, but had resulted in a chain of command perception of a crisis and Marcus’ dismissal from his small rifle platoon. It was more a slap on the wrist and in private the colonel had told Marcus that if he gave it a year or two, he would be back in the running for captain and MEU, the highly regarded Marine expeditionary unit. Instead of heading in for an office position, Marcus had been taken on in advisory capacity to the Cleveland public relations group which was responsible for planning BLE, the Burke Lakefront Exercise, a land from water assault of the fairly empty piece of land on the shoreline of Cleveland near the end of the 750 Marine-strong Triumph. Marcus had some free-time that Saturday afternoon and while walking through some empty streets and the Arcade, I met Marcus. He did not look obvious as a Marine, whatever that is.

On the rooftop of an apartment building, which used to be a swanky Cleveland hotel, three law students sat talking of their first year and how it is meant to weed out the weak and then the following year be worked to death before enjoying a third year of broken promises. Like any job in the world these days, success is not guaranteed. Getting by is difficult enough. Professions that pay high are not easy to procure with those in the upper ten percent of the graduating law class receiving the best and the remainder fighting for the limited entry-level jobs. They knew the game and played it well, but while talking of unorthodox paths and thinking, an alternative way of moving forward, they came to an agreement on things seen and unseen. Before coming to a cohesive point, a fire in the distance near the law school became visible from the rooftop. There were no sirens in the air. Foolhardy fellow youngsters hopped over the railings, risking their lives to get a Facebook photo.

Talking of unorthodoxy, welfare came up fairly quickly due to one of the law student’s experience working in a supermarket. People with food stamps would attempt to purchase items which were either forbidden under the list of qualifying foods and drink. Alcohol of course could not be bought with food stamps.

“Some guy the other day tried to sell me food stamps,” said one of the law students. “I looked at him and just was like, you know that’s illegal man.” The down on his luck entrepreneur did not realize he was trying to make a quick ten dollar cash exchange for twenty dollar food stamp credit from a future lawyer. He was right not to make the exchange though. The investigating board which did what they could to prevent food stamp fraud very often did not go after those who perpetrated the fraud, but instead went after the employees of the store or owners. This meant the burden was entirely upon those who checked identification and ensured people weren’t getting away with buying superfluous items.

“Why spend time worrying about those people though?” asked Marcus. “Such small potatoes when it comes to the big picture.” One of the military’s chief responsibilities is that of the economic welfare, a continuance of orthodoxy and the safeguard of American interests abroad. Politicians squabbled over the tiny percentage of waste in welfare spending, in respect to the entire federal budget. “They ignore the big pieces of the pie, Social Security, Medicare, the Military, and bloody interest on each year’s deficit.” They continue to replace the wheels on a vehicle which is too heavy and inefficient, instead of a major overhaul in order to lighten the load and even invent a new type of wheel that does not need to be expensively replaced every four years.

Everyone was relatively good to each other, which is all a reasonable person can ask of society. Even though most were distracted by the flashy casino lights and glimpse upon financial gain or sexual conquest, the people in Cleveland at three in the morning were in solid form. Most of the Marines were obvious to pinpoint with their dates, who were shipped in on luxurious party buses from various local universities. These types of public relations activities always required happy Marines, so they would send out a few clean cut recon officers to wander around sorority houses, make Facebook connections, and then match make them with their counterparts the following weekend for a night out on the town. They had figured out the system to a perfect rhythm and aside from a few incidents of too much drink, were usually decent to the women and had them back to their respective sororities the following afternoon. The CO had planned a noon briefing which was more than enough time to sleep in, say goodbye to the girl in good form, and enjoy some complimentary breakfast provided by the Holiday Inn Express. Unlike the Army, which would have probably brought their own food with them, the Marines had to sustain themselves on the fly wherever they were stationed. Marcus had these experiences on too many occasion to remember, but found the stateside obligations amusing, especially in the context of their mission, which was to show-off the best of their equipment that they would unlikely have access to, at least in Marcus’ experience.

All that did not matter though. Cleveland turned out to be a nice place to have this extravaganza, according to Marcus’ CO. The size and availability of space at low cost allowed the CO to disperse more party expenses. There were strict orders on keeping people in line and were able to finagle a seat with the casino surveillance who were also providing $56 per Marine to wet their gambling whistles. Several MPs, younger football types, were walking amongst the rest of the Marines and would text to a central MP point whenever someone had too much to drink or was getting aggressive. They would then convince those around the Marine in question to return to the Holiday Inn for a cold shower. The formula worked like no other and aside from a few of the younger Marines who normally would be allowed to drink, but were unable to in many domestic taverns, so would booze up in their hotel rooms before heading out on the town.

The casino continued to hum with activity and would likely go through the dawn. The law students retired for the evening and the streets became deserted. Driving off, away and out of the city, there was an accident. Detouring around the traffic and into some residential area south of the highway, there were youngsters walking up and down the street looking like they did not wish to be found. I soon rejoined the highway and managed to run down a raccoon and rabbit. They, not sure who to be exact, recommend that you never swerve to avoid hitting animals. The commute to the suburbs of Cleveland is no more than twenty minutes and even during rush hour is not that big of a deal. The sprawl, as it is often called, spread Cleveland out to the point in which people may say they live in Cleveland without ever being within the city limits of Cleveland. When it comes to traffic and commutes, Cleveland is in the better echelon, but that is just a matter of timing in economics. The overt optimists believe that one of these days Cleveland will become a super high demand to be in city with property values tripling with the rise. Is that the reason the Key Tower, the tallest skyscraper, has remained at half capacity for so many years? Are landlords throughout the city keeping things artificially grim so they may profit off the eventual day of Cleveland’s rise? All that doesn’t really matter though. Would a modern day Hemingway spend anytime in Paris? At the time of his rambling around Gay Parie, Paris was one of the cheaper places to live and experience life with fellow writers. Kerouac said he could make any city in the world be like Paris. Could Cleveland be a bit like that? It’s probably Istanbul.

TOM: You were around the old timers — and meeting up on how the family should be organized. How they based them on the old Roman legions and called them regimes — the capos and the soldiers. And I worked.
PENTANGELI: Yea, it worked. Those were the great old days you know. And one was like to Roman Empire. The Corleone Family was like the Roman Empire.
TOM: It was once. Frankie — when a plot against the Emperor failed — the planners were always given a chance to let their families keep their fortunes.
PENTANGELI: Yea — but only the rich guys Tom. The little guys — they got knocked off and all their estates went to the Emperors. Unless they went home and uh, killed themselves — then nothing happened. And their families — their families were taken care of Tom.
TOM: That was a good break — nice funeral.

“There’s guns across the river about to pound you”

“Billy, they don’t like you to be so free.” Anyone can talk the talk, that’s no surprise. Straw men make for easy self-rationalizations. Some points are irrefutable, like in geography. There is so much more though to consider when it comes to defining oneself in terms of what comes next after a major life event. Moments of clarity can come from any number of seemingly insignificant experiences, but when taken in context with the bigger picture can impact perception and understanding of all that one knows to be right and true. Many of these experiences go by with little notice. Far too often, the lesson is forgotten and old habits return. The measure of growth is found in the realization of meaning and its relationship to one’s purpose in life. Quick analysis determines what comes next. What are your immediate responsibilities? Do others depend upon you? After figuring those answers, you have to decide on what you want and how you can implement the positive changes into your life. It really is as simple as that.

Individuals have tremendous ability to make systematic changes. This evolution of the mind, this resolution to do things different, this belief, is unstoppable once it begins. Deus Impeditio Esuritori Nullus (No God Can Stop a Hungry Man). If you believe this, then wouldn’t you also agree that it is important to guarantee that what you are hungry for is actually what you want? After considering the mass of known information, what is it that is important after these tens of thousands of years of humanity? Is this too much? Perhaps. Imagine the possibilities that come from going after what many perceive to be out of reach. If it results in failure, then so be it. The failure will survive the test of time and will likely inspire others to reach for more when all else suggests that they should simply pursue ordinary success. It is a choice. If the decision is made to not go after what appears to be impossible, that is okay. Without a doubt, there is no absolute right when it comes to making a difference in this world. Whether it be one child or an entire community, people possess enormous potential to enhance other lives.

This is not an existential crisis. Simply take it as a line of thinking when managing new ideas or opportunities. So many have the freedom to do just about anything that comes to mind. What keeps progress from occurring is not a failure of timing, but a lack of willingness to do what needs to be done in order to move forward. Missing out on something is natural. We are not perfect. But, missing out multiple times is just plain laziness. We all suffer from the curse of modern civilization, specifically the convenience of all that we need. This total lack of required physical labor for our needs dulls our ability to achieve what we want. Acknowledging this fact is important when it comes to expectations. The best plans always consider assumptions and bias. Included in this ballpark of preparation is knowing the present environment. Things then become real easy to see. All that comes next is the commitment to put all these new concepts into action. Keep in mind the nature of this way of life. The differing quality to what is considered normal and accepted will likely threaten the establishment. Other’s will not get it and probably will strike back with all their might. Stand tall and proud, for you no longer operate within their context. They are but noise and your song is far more interesting than theirs.