You are the only person in your life that you can truly count on. Don’t let yourself down.
I don’t mean that in a negative way either. I’m not implying that no one loves you or that no one is trustworthy. I simply mean that you are the one person in your life that you have complete control over.
It’s really an obvious statement but its one that I almost always forget. I go to work, I pay my bills, I buy my groceries, I visit my family. These are things that I am doing of my own free will. They may seem like things that I have to do, but are they? Yes, I need an income, but do I really need the income provided by my particular employer? Yes, I have bills to pay, but are all of those bills necessary? Yes, I need to eat, but why do I choose to eat what I eat? Habit? Health? Taste? Comfort? Yes I have family and family is important, but do I really need to travel for a visit for every life event?
I used to watch Six Feet Under when it was still on television. Each episode always started with the death of someone who would become the cadaver of the week. The deaths were usually pretty random (in one episode a man steps out his front door and is immediately flattened by a chunk of waste falling from a plane). That sort of thing probably won’t happen to the average person, but it does serve to illustrate that you never know what is going to happen to you. Most of life is out of your control.
You however, are never out of your control. It may feel like it sometimes, but every thought you have and every reaction you make is up to you. And that is true power. I can’t control someone else’s driving, like when I get cut off in traffic, but I can control how I react to that situation. I can choose to let it put me in a bad mood, or I can choose to let it go and to stay positive.
Too often I get in the rut of assuming that everything that happens to me is out of my control. It makes me complacent, unmotivated and keeps me from taking control of my own life. Eventually I find myself doing nothing and just waiting for life to do everything for me. When I finally come to my senses and realize what I’m doing, I’m embarrassed for myself. That’s not how I want to live, and that’s not how I choose to live. I will not let myself down. Will you?
A friend and I were recently talking about Half-life. No, not that Half-life. Half-life as in the time it takes a radioactive isotope to lose (through decay) half of its atoms. So what does that mean and why should you care? Read the rest of this entry
I really shouldn’t have to post this, but here it is:
There is no PROOF of life outside of the Earth… Read the rest of this entry
Recently I’ve been watching a lot of Doctor Who (the 2005-present series). The stories are pretty entertaining but a lot of the “science” tends to be pretty inaccurate or just plain goofy. I’m not faulting the show though (there’s a reason it’s called science-FICTION). There is however, one particular detail that does impress me, and it involves… Read the rest of this entry
I was recently having lunch at a popular grocery store/cafe when I overheard the conversation next to me. Two women were speaking to each other about their churches and sharing their personal histories with each other. At one point in the conversation the shorter of the two women mentioned that at some moment in her past a judge had ruled that she might be a danger to herself as well as her husband and children. There was talk of suicide and some other troubling situations, but Read the rest of this entry
How many different ways can I arrange the pictures on my wall? How many different seating arrangements are possible in this office? How many different ways can I make this sandwich?
Maybe you’ve never been asked these questions (or asked them of yourself), but I have. Surprisingly, the number of possible arrangements in most circumstances is usually much higher than you may have thought. Trying to count them all on your own would probably take you way longer than it would take to make a sandwich, and honestly wouldn’t you rather be eating a delicious sandwich? I know I would. Read the rest of this entry
I recently came across this Poem by British palindromist Leigh Mercer (1893-1977):
A dozen, a gross, and a score,
Plus three times the square root of four,
Divided by seven,
Plus five times eleven,
Is nine squared and not a bit more.
Whenever I come across little quips like this, I’m always skeptical. Is this just something fun to say, or does it actually make sense? Well I immediately got to work, and here’s the actual equation: Read the rest of this entry