Funeral Fights

  Emotion.

Whatever brain chemistry or osmotic chemical flow that produces it....is sometimes a matter of 'personality'.

I had a guy once, question my personal sadness upon the death of a good friend.

My own distinct ' personality'....made me promise him that upon "his" death..."I will not shed a tear! "

Death is a funny thing sometimes. It conjures some of the most unlikely behaviors and responses...beyond those of solemn remorse and reflection. To some, it is a time to "get it all out".

The underlying contempt.The seething subdued anger or jealousy. The things you always wanted to say but could not....... until meeting at Death's door somehow allowed you a chance to unleash...really...the most unlikely of responses.

And then, enter the vultures. Greedy loveless claws grasping for deaths booty, as their loved one watches from the heavens in somber disbelief?

Still, I am proud to be human... (elrok: "What Doesn't Kill You" )

What doesn't kill you....

It is weakness..not strength..that lets a heart harden. Better to stifle the raging pain than feel it. Is there strength in blunting what is your human emotion? Have you evolved in yourself a callousness that you consider strength?

The strength is in keeping your ability to muster emotion. To feel,...to love,...and to love again. It is in weakness that you build a fortress to keep the pain in these emotions at bay. If there is any truth to be found in the cliche'..."what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"....you must find out exactly what it is that you have made strong. Is it the new barriers to empathy , love , or emotion? To the passions that make you human? What has made you stronger, just may have killed the human inside.

Keep strong, and do not build these barriers. Your humanity is your strength....

What Is Your Art?

I was watching  a Joe Rogan podcast a while back and the guy he had as a guest was kind-uv-a flake.  But somewhere in his strangeness there were more than flakes , there were hidden golden nuggets.  I know you gotta be careful when you open your mind to people who are strange.  But I always say : What is strange? It is  that which you don't know. Maybe the shortcoming is yours! 

 In his quest for the " true meaning of life", (.... in a hippy-esque fashion, ) ....he explained that,   for him...the meaning of life is "ART ."

It is  what distinguishes us from dumb animal.  Formed from your very own swirl of brain chemistry, your "art" is your own, only to be copied by others.

 Perhaps, just perhaps.....your "ART"...is the deepest part of you. The most beautiful part.   Perhaps,  the Heavenly side of you ?  Things stolen from the ether of your mind?  Developed  for eternity to fill the darkened voids between Heaven and Earth? 

Everyone has an art!   And it's not necessarily what you think it is.  

What is your ...." ART?"  

Some people sing...like angels.  Or devils !

Some draw pretty pictures formed from their own 'brain swirl'.

Some are great orators capable of conveying true meaning to the masses.

Some are authors of books that changed the world!

Some are authors of a simple letter that gave great joy to a single person .

Some were given angelic qualities that spread light in the darkness. 

Some help shade  the blinding light so others won't be dunned by it.

Art...can be as simple as the words you utter or the confidence you portray. 

 It can  touch a single heart. 

It can change the world. 

What else truly distinguishes you from any other? What else in your package of human goodies could deserve more adulation ? 

Never thought of yourself as an "artist" ?

Your art is your own.  You may not have noticed it before, but take a good look. Recognize it in yourself, and in others. Upon your  revelation, be proud of  this intrinsic  part of  your humanity. 

 Perhaps, it is Heaven sent?