Whenever denial breathes life into my idealistic tendencies, unrealistic expectations entice my self confident ego to believe itself empowered to mediate all sense of conflict so that any repressed frustration will dissolve and release—thus cleansing my subconscious of negativity, distrust, and undeserved guilt—otherwise known as baggage.
Upon awakening, today, my sense of logic piped up and exclaimed: Ha! Fat chance of self empowerment accomplishing all that!
Hopefully, each time my idealistic tendencies pop out, I'll pop them back in and line up my sense of hope with reality, instead. Then, upon redirecting my mind toward the path, where signs point toward optimistic tendencies, more often than not, my perceptions, concerning life in general, may continue to rebalance as I age.
Riddle:
Why must idealism fall short of it's goal?
Change is the only constant in life.
And change leads to confusion and conflict.
As idealism, realism, and pessimism vie for space
Within every mind
We all circle round
Allemande left or right
Drive each other crazy
Change partners and dosey doe
And so, as life goes on
We catch on to reality
Dodge reality
Catch bullets
Dodge bullets
Accumulate baggage
Unpack baggage
Cry like the sun won't come out, tomorrow
Then leap for joy when it does
And time and again
We repeat the classic nature of that refrain
Where ever we go
Upon awakening this morning
Guess what popped out of my mind?
Instinct—suggesting that this post
May be the little red caboose
That ends a train of thought
Which has been chugging forward
Until 'the little engine that could'
Pulled into the station
Where an AHA! MOMENT
Clarified, with utter simplicity
The idealistic expectations
I have of myself
So rather than
Striving for perfection
I'll plan to provide
The best that I can offer—for now—
And in appreciation of this Aha! Moment
I'll thank my lucky stars
For guiding me to tunnel
Toward each station
Where insight awaits our arrival
PS Have I ever clarified this thought:
The goal of idealism works toward—perfection—and seeking perfection disappoints on all sides.
Riddle:
As we pull into this station, at last
Guess whose parents are still waiting patiently inside their car—
Hoping that we'll join them
So they can get on with their shopping?
In answer to that riddle
May I suggest that you stay tuned to this channel
And see what pops up on your screen, next?
J
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