Welcome to paulatwork.blogspot.com, where the author can't process a thought without first blabbering it out to the world. Does your mind work like that too?
It's Sunday night and where I'm usually busy dreading the first morning of the work week, tonight I am grateful for a fabulous weekend of spending quality time with my favourite little missy. Funny why I call it quality time. Clearly my definition of quality is an abundance of sleep and mucking around with in bed - much like the life of a pig. This makes sense...pork is quality meat.
Ok - so it wasn't all lazing around. Out of respect for the pain that Linda's arms & quadraceps now endure, over an hour of smackdown on the badminton court made for some enthusiastically applied time over the weekend as well.
And I noticed I also had yearnings for - a fast car - a new macho skin for my bongo - superhuman guitar shredding skills - a Callaway 10" driver...and a utility wood to go - accelerated gym results How do I get these?
At various points over the weekend I also looked at Linda in her raw sleeping glory and I beamed to myself and thought, how did I get her?
Strange, tempting and delightful life is... all at once, without ever a need for any of it to make sense.
I read on iht.com this morning that Bush is not going to withdraw his troops from Iraq anytime during his presidency, placing that event some point after '09 apparently. One of the chief reasons for this is of course, to "prevent insurgencies". Well, I don't understand what else his cabinet would have expected. Short of nuking Iraq's entire population I couldn't imagine what else would prevent such insurgencies - the country's unrest stems from much deeper issues than Saddam, but Mr. Hussein was the only one that fulfilled Bush's agenda.
Seems like a catch 22 to me - the U.S. won't remove its military presence until it believes it'll leave behind civil harmony, and yet I find it hard to imagine Iraqi's waking to a harmonious environment with U.S. military presence in their streets. To give Bush the benefit of the doubt, let's say he genuinely is more interested in the prevention of insurgencies rather than simply covering his backside in preparation for the resurgence of strife when US troops finally lift their thumb. After all, like he's said, he's leaving that to the next Mr. President.
I tend towards thinking that the civil unrest is going to be inevitable until people find a solution to our own differences - its nothing that the US or any other nation can effectively control in the long term. Its not that I don't recognize that Bush might be preventing much greater disasters like a nuclear melee that could send the planet up in poofy mushroom cloud. I just feel in my idealistic ways as I type at my little laptop that world peace is never going to come with the help of any military, other than for them to rest arms. I feel like civil relations don't come from one person strong-arming another. I don't believe that one country's peace is going to come from another one policing it. Is it too far fetched to believe that governments would find their solution with a softer approach?
If religion is the planet's solution, its the religion of love. If democracy will maintain world peace, then its the democratic right of each person to be respected as part of the community of the world.
I've finally decided to do something about the disgusting toilet that I have to share with my housemates. The daily once-over rinse with the shower that I've been giving it is clearly not going to keep it in a pleasant state. So while shopping over the weekend I got myself some mighty cleaning instruments and I'm going to get around to cleaning up the aromatic slum, a task my housemate and I have been subtly challenging each other to do by leaving nests of hair uncleared on the drain cover. Does this mean that I lose? Hmm. Maybe. But the important part is that I'll be comfortable using my toilet bare foot and my shits & farts will be the most unbearable smells in the toilet when I'm using it instead of the fertile colony of potty residents.
Even though I've yet to find time to clean my toilet, I'm feeling quite good about it already. I'd even say its given me source for cheer. Maybe after that I can even find a way of making the kitchen safe for food preparation.
And so life goes on... one task of grandeur after another.
Earlier tonight, I told Linda that I have a dream of being a multi-millionaire. I lied. Actually, I have no deep desire for mountains of money, only enough to feel that it is in abundance and that I am comfortable and capable of helping my loved ones to be comfortable too. Really, what I do wish is to find my life purpose, and while I'm not sure yet, the other day I wrote about how I imagined a major part of it might be:
In a dreamy haze... "I work with a team and while I cannot say exactly what we do, we work hard to break every boundary imaginable to bring us closer to our vision. Our vision is that energy, like the sun, should be limitless, clean & free. And that drinking water should flow freely to every human being on the planet. Everyday, our work brings us closer to achieving these ideals, and while it is challenging it is rewarding beyond measure. "
Sure, its about as focused as a shotgun blast, but clarity does take awhile, and I only know this much for now. This is my dream, and while I still haven't a clue how to get there, I appreciate very much that divinity plays a major role in bringing each of us to our sweet spot in life, so if You would guide me there, I'd very much appreciate it. In return, I promise to help with Your work by making concious decisions to love instead of fear, and to be kind to Your people in the way I'd expect You to be when You walk the earth. Whaddaya say, deal?
