no more

i started this blog just about a year ago. i have posted 17 times. this is typical of my life--loose ends everywhere. i have no drive, no focus, and no goals. i am at a loss to find meaning in anything anymore. what is the point, then, of carrying on, when i have no idea just what the hell it is i am supposed to be--or who i even am.

feeling "dissed"

disappointed, discombobulated, disconcerted, disconnected, discontented, discouraged, disenchanted, disenthralled, disentranced, disgruntled, disillusioned, disinterested, disjointed, dismayed, disorganized, displaced, displeased, disquieted, dissatisfied, distracted, distressed, disturbed

some days i just want to

disappear

the in between time

which way to go now??

10 years ago today a terrible tragedy took place. 2,977 people were killed by a terrorist attack, in the meantime, over 6,000 US troops have been killed because they were sent to fight wars that never should have been started. today, everyone wants to remember ("never forget!") the horrible event that gave GWB an excuse to wage unnecessary wars at the expense of our young men and women, and for what? imo, he is the biggest terrorist of them all and his legacy of terror remains operative. which brings to mind the questions, WHY?? and WTF is wrong with people that their brains do not comprehend the hypocrisy of our country's leaders??

well here it is over a year since my last post. the job is no more, i got fired. it's okay, there are plenty of other things i want to do with my life. now i just have to get over my own bad tendencies -- procrastination station :P

my how time flies

been three months since i posted anything. i freaking hate my job. it is consuming me and robbing me of my sanity and my health! :(

forward motion

A friend on FB made an observation about how a third of the country is poor, and posed the question as to why there isn't a revolution. I got to thinking, what would that look like today?—a revolution... I got up from my computer and walked to the open window where I was greeted by a steady beat of raindrops and a rauckus myriad of frogs and crickets. Their voices stood out above the rhythmic drizzle - frantic sounding - like a battle cry or an anguishing lament. I mused, however, that each creature is only speaking its voice – not in a scream or a shout, just the voice nature gave it – the one that reflects what that creature truly IS. It is the unison of a multitude of voices that gives strength to the message. For too long have we allowed the divisive forces guide us. It is time to shift our focus away from the enemy and toward the goal, as one united throng. We have to speak frankly about what social justice entails and work hard toward achieving it, which means truly knowing what kind of world we want--not just what we don't want in the world.

maniacal ramblings indeed ... however ...

the next thing I stumled upon was this: www.cesj.org/thirdway/comparison3rdway.htm

then this: www.duckdaotsu.org/3breakthrough.html

forward motion toward a better way