Oneself

How do one goes about knowing oneself?  Is there a twelve step process you can do?  Do you ever really know oneself?  Would you be happy knowing oneself, or disappointed?

For all but a few of us, the battle for knowing oneself has become a harsh lifelong struggle, yet sometimes a life altering one as well.

All of us have to one degree or another the notion that something in their life isn’t “perfect”, something you wish was different, either in how you act, respond, speak, think, or feel about events in your life.  Whether that is that you wish you had the strength to turn down that last piece of fried chicken, the willpower to not skip the gym, the self-discipline to not yell at your children with harsh words, the self-denial that your life isn’t great and it’s not your fault, or any other number of events.

I know from experience, spending too much time thinking about what’s wrong with your life is counterproductive to actually getting it resolved, more than what most people would imagine.  But where do you draw the line?  If you don’t ponder your life’s story, how do the revalations on changing it come to you?  You’ve heard the phrases…when you die, who will actually come to your funeral?; what legacy will you leave behind and will you be proud of it?; what accomplishments did you do with your life?

I think expectations are too high in most people.  Someone who, in their own mind, says ‘If I change this about me, this will occur, and then all will be good.’, so they do said change, said occurence happens, yet not all is good, is bound to have resentment to any further notion of change, or at the very least resentment towards having a different outlook on things.  Yet this resentment remains as a nagging feeling in the back of their head as they do more and more pondering about their oneself as they can’t find peace with themselves and they know this process they are going through is where they will find what fixes the issues they have with themselves and their lives.  In their own mind anyway…

So what’s the answer?  Is there a single question that can be answered in all that?

To me it boils down to a single yet simple concept…confidence.

If you think about what are the real root of most issues we have with ourselves you can narrow down to a few basic issues, all in some way dealing with confidence.

We don’t think we’re capable of change.  We don’t think we’re able to implement change without help or without supervision.  We doubt the ideas in our head will actually work, ’surely someone has a better idea that’ll work, I’ll keep looking’.  We’re afraid to fail.  We don’t think we can come up with an idea, causing us to not even try nor as much as ask for one.  We’re afraid to be judged by our actions.  We’re uncertain of the consequences.  We don’t think we could maintain the change for as long as would be required (some changes are a lifelong change, after all).

Put all that together, see someone else make even a small change successfully, and no wonder you instantly think you are out of their league, that your not as good as them and that you’ll amount to nothing in your own life, that you better move on.  I myself have friends I used to think were so much above me, I was lucky to even be considered a friend of theirs and to know them, as I had no talent to bring to that circle.

Ridiculous…

Everyone can think of one thing they’ve done in their life that they were proud of, that brought a smile to their face and a beat to their heart.  A feeling of accomplishment.  Whether that be volunteer work for a noble cause, giving of one’s time that proved fruitful, making a sacrifice that was not returned but you were knew that before you made it and still did it, or any number of things.  To us, those were shining moments in our lives.  Where did they all go?  Most people don’t have recent ones, just distant memory ones.

If you took out the pride, got rid of the ego boost it gave you, removed the beaming smile, and really thought about what you did most of us would find that a minor change, if not even a mediocre change in the long run.  Volunteer work never stops being needed, praise never stops being needed, people never run out of needs, and you can only do so much.  So what does this dreary news mean?

All things, all occurences of change, all actions that are positive, well…are positive.  A change, no matter how small, is a good thing and worth doing.  Even if the outcome is shortlived, it is worth doing.  As hopefully you showed yourself in the last paragraph, what wound up being a small change in retrospect really made an impact in your life, so why not do it again, do more of it, do things like it, things that will have similar outcomes.  What do you have to lose?

If only it were that easy.  Even when the answer is right in front of our faces and well without our grasp and capability, we sometimes fall flat.  What defines us is how we react to that.

For me personally, I am sure in that my life is not where I want it.  I am confident my life will be where I want it, one day.  I am confident that I am tackling the issues I can change slower than I am capable of doing, and so look forward to accomplishing more with each new day.  I accept that some things that could have been changed by now, aren’t.  But I am confident I will accomplish them one day.  I am sure a positive outlook accomplishes more than a negative outlook with a plan.  I am sure things will change, sometimes at a rate faster than I wanted or expected, but definitely slower too.  I am sure that will be ok.

In the long run…what more do you need than confidence?  The long run ends at death, that you can be confident of.

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Complete and utter happiness…

Anyone who’s known me for any period of time before last year, and especially during the 4 to 6 years prior but extending as far back as 17 years ago when I was with my very first girlfriend who at that time wanted to get married where I thought I was too young for it (I was 21 at the time), knows just on the surface everything that was going through my mind back then.  I’ve never been the most open about feelings and sharing, and I hope in the long run this blog helps with that, it puts things out there but without having to be face to face.

I can put on a good false face as to being happy, but as much as I may have had decent times here and there, met some good friends and had good experiences, it’s always been my one single longtime dream that I had a family.  Whether that family was just a wife, or the whole wife and children thing didn’t matter, I of course had a vision of children in my head but also knew that doing so would change so much and I thought maybe too much so it wasn’t a big concern at those times of contemplation.

I’ve had some decent accomplishments, from having my name and face in the paper, Air Force General’s handing me awards and receiving GIS certification from Ferris State University.  Most were bogus political crap, nothing that really gets you anywhere in the long run but at the time sure seems like alot and weren’t without extending a little bit of effort, but let me add not too much; most were easy to get and really didn’t require too much work on my part, despite the “reward”, and so therefore nothing I’m that proud of.

In the early 2000’s I started my last downward spiral I hope to ever have, but boy was it a doozy.  What most people don’t realize is just how far I let things get; my health and weight (I reached an all time high of 304 lbs), my finances (house was at one point in time six months behind and facing foreclosure, and my credit scores are at the bottom of the heap), my drinking (I could easily finish a fifth of Jack Daniels in a weekend if it even last a single night) and for the first time ever, I faced a DWI charge and jailtime (fortunately it was a bogus charge and was dismissed as I was indeed not drunk THAT night :) ).  When a friend of mine picked me up from the holding cell the next morning, first place we went…was to a bar.  They were not good times to say the least.  No one really knew though, because everyone either was part of the problem (my drinking buddies) or I didn’t feel close enough of comfortable enough sharing my problems.

I’ve never been able to go to my family about issues as quite frankly they make me feel even worse about it with all the nagging and talking down, even if they do “mean well” by it all, it’s not how I get help and definitely not what I respond to.

Fast forward to 2008…

One fateful day (I apologize for not having the memory capacity to remember the exact day) and one Rotting Agam’ar later I started talking with the one woman who would soon be my wife.  I remember distinctly wanting to talk to her, had never spoken to her before though, so it was a step for me as I am usually the shy quiet one that never initiates conversation, however since it was for a Rotting Agam’ar and not “me wanting to talk to her” I felt comfortable doing it.

For the first time in my life, I actually installed (and used) a webcam on my machine, and me and her become good friends quickly.  It soon blossomed into something more, of which every day was something I looked forward to waking up to, as I would get to talk to her again.  Before her I had roughly 5000 minutes of rollover minutes, I finally had to give up my phone when I went 2000 minutes the opposite direction.  Oops. :)   I didn’t care though, it was well worth it.  I distinctly remember celebrating with a huge glass of champagne the day we “got together”.

I had never before taken a trip on my own, more less drove more than two hours to get anywhere (except maybe a winery), so when I decided it was time to go see her in person, I knew it was special.  After an eleven hour drive, I spent the best and most relaxing five days ever up in Springfield, Missouri, even if due to the weather we stayed inside mostly.

Fast forward to summer of 2008..

What would be the beginning of the completing of my life’s only dream and goal to date, she moved down to Texas to live with me.  Seeing her arrive off the bus was magical.

She’s never not been able to bring a smile to my face and happiness to my heart.

In the winter of December 20, 2008, we were married and thus, she gave me what I’ve spent many hard, trying, and emotionally empty (yet painful) years looking for, and for this…I have no way to repay.

On March 12, 2009, she bore us the most wonderful newborn son, Gabriel.  He definitely has an angel’s kiss on him.

Jessica, you are my life’s love, my one and only.  Your happiness means everything to me.  The future is ahead of us and we have lots of share and experience, and I want every single moment to be with you.  I will always be here for you and will love you always.  Our life together will be an awesome life.

I love you.

Is variety really the spice of life?

I’ve been around long enough to be close to forty years old.  In that time I’ve gained many likes and dislikes, and changed my mind about said items as well.

For instance years back I hated Chinese food, and if I was dragged to a Chinese restaurant, I always went with the “safe” route, the lemon chicken plate.  Today however, I love eating Chinese food.

The same goes with music.  I remember my first years listening to rock music (Mercyful Fate was the first rock band I remember ever hearing), finding new bands and changing favorites on an almost yearly basis.  Seems every new band I heard was better than the last.

What happened to those days?

Today I’m lost in a sea of nostalgia, because frankly, it’s all that’s good anymore.

The last time I heard a new band and thought, these guys are actually good was in 1996 with Linkin Park.  This is 2009!  Granted, LP is not the same as they were then, and sure, I can name some new groups from today’s era, and some are actually decent, but I remember the fan following (being said fan myself) of groups back in the day like early Queensryche, Metallica and Def Leppard and how devoted everyone was.  Being very familiar with vinyl records, the first time I saw Queensryche’s debut four song EP carried around at high school by someone else made me rush off to go buy it for myself, and then after I got it home and heard The Lady Wore Black…yeah, that was a day I still haven’t forgotten.

There are no such days like that anymore.

Sometimes I think classic rock lives on simply because those of us that have experienced situations like the above, miss them, and so in a way want to re-live it somehow and experience it in the now.  Sure I remember the first time I saw Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit video and sure it’s a great song, but it’s not a memory I cherish, nor do I think of it anytime I hear the song.  However you will catch me listening to Elvis and reminiscing over the days when I had Elvis and Molly Hatchet on 8 track tapes and loving it.

Maybe we’re more impressionable when we’re younger, and maybe that’s why memories are more vivid and stronger then over now, I don’t know.

I remember days when I was full of excitement over an albums release and would go to the midnight releases just to have it as early as possible.  Today I have very little emotions and wonder if it’s not a carryover effect of just not experiencing anything that’s any good anymore.  My marriage to my wife and the birth of my son aside, I can’t name the last real emotional thing I’ve experienced, where I thought that this was just amazing and where I was inspired, and that’s not just musically.

Years ago I remember leaving a friends house with another friend and hearing what we later found out was Metallica’s Harvester Of Sorrow’s debut playing on the airwaves for that station, which was immediately followed by a concert announcement, and despite that I didn’t hear the beginning of the song, me and my friend were amazed by the song and had to wait till it was over to hear who it was and what song it was.  I grant that I may not be exposed to enough new stuff of today to hear what’s really good, but I do know that when I turn on the radio to a program or station that plays recent hits, I am never awed anymore.

I like The Flaming Lips, I like The Editors, I like Death Cab For Cutie, I like Neutral Milk Hotel and Nickelback and tons of other bands, they are all good bands, decent talent, some good songs, but all in all, so many bands sound so much alike in today’s world, and I realize that maybe that is what sells today (but with the dwindling purchases, not taking into account increased piracy of course, of albums these days), but maybe not, maybe it’s more than that.

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Social Networks have a good side, but also a bad.

As one becomes familiar with social network sites, it’s not surprising to see the same trends I do; one is that you can easily become more familiar with people you’ve never met in real life versus those you’ve known for years, and two is that you find yourself talking virtually with real life (and non-real life)friends as opposed to seeing them socially.

Having gone through a birthday yesterday, I find it not at all surprising that I only had two calls to wish me happy birthday, one call that called for something else but since I was on the phone wished me one, and one email, yet I received eight Facebook wall posts saying the same, three of which are people I have never met face to face.

To one degree you want to consider social networks as the greatest time sink yet with the highest level of feeling like you accomplished something, whether that be because you talked about something related to your job, made plans for the weekend or whatever.  To another, it detracts from the real value of the internet as far as it’s purchasing power, educational value and communication medium; after all, there are only so many quiz’s you can take and polls you can vote on before your down to the worthless end of them, taking polls on which book character you are most similar to and what is your most likely favorite alcoholic beverage.

I have recently come back in contact with high school buddies I probably would never have otherwise, as I no longer had a valid phone number, address or email (friend search ftw).  Chalk one up for social networking popularity.  At the same time however, I probably spend three or more hours a day playing MouseHunt, browsing books on LivingSocial, reading news on Mixx, stumbling along at StumbleUpon, Twittering, using Facebook, and via my iPhone in the restroom, watching YouTube videos.  Chalk one up in the loss column.  Are those really productive uses of time?

With the WhiteHouse blog, celebrity Twitter wars (go Britney), and everything else we find entertaining these days you can rest assured social networks are only on the rise and not decline.  My question is: is that a good thing or bad?

“A Culture Change on Climate Change”

“What’s significant about the announcement is it launches a new beginning, an era of cooperation. The President has succeeded in bringing three regulatory bodies, 15 states, a dozen automakers and many environmental groups to the table… We’re all agreeing to work together on a National Program.”

May 19, 2009: WhiteHouse.gov blog
http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/A-Culture-Change-on-Climate-Change/

Historical:
November 6, 2008: http://www.scientificamerican.com/podcast/episode.cfm?id=obama-and-climate-change-08-11-06

June 9, 2008: http://www.celsias.com/article/president-obama-on-the-environment/