Life, actually…

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 I  have a thought or two to share. First, try your best not to roll your eyes. Sometimes incredulity can be helpful to the soul.

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To issue my idea, I must not name names or label causes. Therefore, I will simply call these Blips, or glitches in the kindly firmament. Let’s go with Blips.

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Blip 1 wants me to follow Blip 1′s rotten path, lock-stepping and blindly trusting. I tend to advance to the rear of all lemming surges like this.

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Blip 2 leads the charge toward our better selves but is found momentarily asleep at the wheel. The fact that I, too, am human enough to cat-nap does not connect with my criticisms of Blip 2, who is otherwise a well-meaning and trustworthy soul.

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Blip 3 worships power and all things that make power possible. I have no interest in money and power and find Blip’s activity puzzling. Poor but happy is my preference.

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Blip 4 rants and rattles so convincingly that hordes follow and obey and parrot all Blip 4 utterances. Why do I listen to everything entertainingly snarky that Blip 4 has to say, even though I claim not to believe it? Am I slowing down just to view road kill? Guilty as charged, I suppose.

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I waste my time intaking Blip 5′s rages. Something in me loves the spicy  feeling it gives me for a few minutes…ye gods! Does that makes me complicit?

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In my calmer moments, my stretches of maturity, I resist the urge to take off about anybody, unless the subject matter is sweet and helpful and uplifting.

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Why do I sometimes falter in my quest for good behavior and kindly interaction? Well…it requires effort. In order to display my better nature I have to work at it. Laziness just gets in the way.

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Down with lazy!

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Whenever I am on the tried and true, straight and narrow path, I resist the urge to rant. I resist even if I feel justified. Indeed, the times I feel justified are the times that an alarm goes off—feeling good about being bad is the worst of all feelings.

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So, on the best of days, I find myself pulling back from the temptations of gossipy critiques and self-righteousness.

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If bad feels good, then I’d rather feel bad while doing good.

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If none of this makes any sense, just go forth and find something steamier to read. You have choices.

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If I decide to blend all the Blips of the world into a harmless stew, I predict that I will just pull back, re-imagine behavior, and simply follow basic instincts, the instincts that instruct me to drop the negative, latch onto the positive, and leave a trail of tasty and trustworthy crumbs for all who are lost to follow.

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Like I say, it ain’t easy, but it does make me feel better about myself now and again.

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The challenge: Now I’ve got to repeat this entire process tomorrow and the next day and the next…for I must remind myself that I am human, despite all wishes that make me want to be superior to that.

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Let’s see, how do I start tomorrow with sunshine thoughts and angerless deeds?

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First, I awaken.

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If at all possible

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Jim Reed © 2021 A.D.

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