Here lately in my search for inspiring thoughts to send my friends to start their day, I've found my own inspiration. I've found a love that is indescribable. I hunger for more! I read often...I'm fully aware of several authors, especially when it comes to philosophy.
I've heard of Kierkegaard, but hadn't read much of anything. Just knew who he was. Tonight I decided to do a little research. Lucky for me, I've added two books to my book wishlist and several quotes to my "favorite quotes" collection, lol.
Though there are several that stood out to me, this one was profound. It tells my who reason for writing. It reads; "People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use."
Unbelivably amazing!!! We fight so hard for this freedom, yet all of our fighting is most often for speaking someone else's thoughts or thoughts that are based in some societal norm. Nothing that we decided upon freely...using our freedom of thought. It's more like freedom to paraphrase what we were taught. I try my best to encourage my friends and anyone who reads my rantings to think freely...don't base your truth on what I write, or anyone else for that matter. Though we may often agree with what is written or told to us using the wonderful freedom of speech, what we should really be fighting for is the freedom of thought...freedom to find our on interpretations and stand up for those thoughts/interpretations. I agree with Kierkegaard, but my interpretation is different from yours...and anyone else's. I talk with a collegue/friend at work about thinking independently and not believing what we're told...not making it our truth.
Search for your own truth...follow inspiration wherever it may lead you. I know that I definitely have!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
My Obsessions
"There are no facts, only interpretations." - Nietzsche
I have a serious obsession with thought provoking quotes. This one has to be the one that has made me think the most. The one that completely satisfies my hunger to grow.
Every "fact" is open to interpretation. My view, or "interpretation" of something may be completely different from someone else's view. Recently I sent a thought for the day to some friends and one texted back a completely different "interpretation" than mine. It read "Genorosity with strings is not genorosity. It's a deal." I agreed with this wholeheartedly. He interpreted everything being a deal...no true genorosity. Though I understood his view, I disagreed. I understood that at times with genorosity, we expect a genorous act to follow...hence the strings. He stated to me that everything comes with strings...so as I stated, I understood his interpretation.
I thought I would share this with you all. It's interesting how a few words can change your life. Change how you view every aspect of your life. Everything anyone ever told you was a fact.
I have a serious obsession with thought provoking quotes. This one has to be the one that has made me think the most. The one that completely satisfies my hunger to grow.
Every "fact" is open to interpretation. My view, or "interpretation" of something may be completely different from someone else's view. Recently I sent a thought for the day to some friends and one texted back a completely different "interpretation" than mine. It read "Genorosity with strings is not genorosity. It's a deal." I agreed with this wholeheartedly. He interpreted everything being a deal...no true genorosity. Though I understood his view, I disagreed. I understood that at times with genorosity, we expect a genorous act to follow...hence the strings. He stated to me that everything comes with strings...so as I stated, I understood his interpretation.
I thought I would share this with you all. It's interesting how a few words can change your life. Change how you view every aspect of your life. Everything anyone ever told you was a fact.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Lost and Found
Recently, I found what I thought was lost. I never stopped looking for it and searched one last time a couple weeks ago. Then on Monday...there it was. I'd been searching for four years...it actually just kinda, well...came home. I'm elated to have found what I lost, or thought I lost. My heart is full and couldn't ask for anything more than to it back home with me. I loved it before I lost it and now love and appreciate it even more now that it's back home. It's my favorite ;o)
It's interesting how we never fully appreciate things until we don't have them anymore. Though it is a cliche'...it's the truth. Not to say you don't appreciate what you have, but it's different once you've lost that thing and it returns to you after such a long time. I'm at loss...can't explain everything that I'm feeling right now. I've lost things before and they've never been found. But this, this is different. Now I'm questioning decisions I've made and reflecting back on things I've discovered. "It's never to lat -in fictionor in life-to make a revision." I'm trying to decide if the time to revise is now or later. I guess I should listen to what I share with others, and enjoy this moment and take whatever lesson or gift that it has to offer.
So...here's to living in the moment, because this moment is the only one that matters. A friend said this very eloquently :o) <buddy>----link
It's interesting how we never fully appreciate things until we don't have them anymore. Though it is a cliche'...it's the truth. Not to say you don't appreciate what you have, but it's different once you've lost that thing and it returns to you after such a long time. I'm at loss...can't explain everything that I'm feeling right now. I've lost things before and they've never been found. But this, this is different. Now I'm questioning decisions I've made and reflecting back on things I've discovered. "It's never to lat -in fictionor in life-to make a revision." I'm trying to decide if the time to revise is now or later. I guess I should listen to what I share with others, and enjoy this moment and take whatever lesson or gift that it has to offer.
So...here's to living in the moment, because this moment is the only one that matters. A friend said this very eloquently :o) <buddy>----link
Monday, June 1, 2009
In the Beginning...
My story begins on Monday, July 19, 1982 at 4:10 pm. I was the first born to Leathia Marshall and the last born to Ernest Morris. I was named Alythia Markesha-Nicole Marshall. My dad wanted my name to be similar to my mom's (little did he know it's Greek for truth, lol.) My grandma (mom's mom) insisted I have Nicole in my name or my mom couldn't come home from the hospital. So after arguing with my mom, shooting at my dad...I got my name and my grandma got her way, lol. From my mother's side of the family, I was the first grandchild. Naturally, I was spoiled rotten and my family set high standards for me. Little did they know, I'd eventually begin to set my own unrealistic standards.
My mom reminds me on a regular basis of how my, as JB calls them "quarks", have been with me as early as 8 mos. old. I didn't like my food to touch :o) I was a happy baby...someone was always holding me, lol. I rarely cried b/c at least two ppl were running to the rescue. I was kind of slow on the walking thing. Why be in a hurry to let everyone know I didn't need them to carry me around anymore? I was gonna ride that out until I was caught sneaking into something, lol. As my mom and Uncle James tells it, it was the 4th of July 1983 and my uncle was eating some ribs. Of course I wanted one (for those who know me, know I like to eat, lol) so he tells me to come and get it. So I take out running towards the food. My first steps weren't cute & wobbly...I ran without hesitation. This is how my family explains my love for track and field and how I was meant to do it (that comes later in the story). I like to think it describes me in general. If I want it, I run for it full speed.
I'll end here at age 3. I began school.
My mom reminds me on a regular basis of how my, as JB calls them "quarks", have been with me as early as 8 mos. old. I didn't like my food to touch :o) I was a happy baby...someone was always holding me, lol. I rarely cried b/c at least two ppl were running to the rescue. I was kind of slow on the walking thing. Why be in a hurry to let everyone know I didn't need them to carry me around anymore? I was gonna ride that out until I was caught sneaking into something, lol. As my mom and Uncle James tells it, it was the 4th of July 1983 and my uncle was eating some ribs. Of course I wanted one (for those who know me, know I like to eat, lol) so he tells me to come and get it. So I take out running towards the food. My first steps weren't cute & wobbly...I ran without hesitation. This is how my family explains my love for track and field and how I was meant to do it (that comes later in the story). I like to think it describes me in general. If I want it, I run for it full speed.
I'll end here at age 3. I began school.
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