Beyond Our Limits

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine the other day about how each person on the face of this earth is in some sort of prison. Most don't even have a clue that they're in a prison, or where the boundaries of it lie. As we expounded in conversation on this simple idea, it became apparent to me that most people spend their lives trying to make their prison walls more enclosed until they haven't the room to even lie down and sleep. This vast majority try very hard to nail down what they term security, but all the while worrying about the wolf that will eventually devour them, their families, and their possessions. And as that seed of worry develops in their souls, they begin to build walls within the walls of their prison, making it harder and harder to see the light of day, or break free from their own set boundaries. Prejudices fester in them as they see those who live lives of risk and danger, or who are just different from them. In the state they put themselves in, they find it impossible to turn their necks and see others for who they truly are. Instead, they settle for somebody else's opinion of what such and such is, never actually understanding the truth of it all. And as this develops in many a soul, the prejudices of the caged and shackled becomes extrapolated beyond measure making it damned near impossible to even trust a hope that redemption exists for them.

There are others, however, that do not fear pain or death. And although the prison walls still exist in their lives, they are so far apart that one must squint just to focus upon them. They are quite aware of where those walls are, and they trust in them for support and safety. But not so much as to bind them. These people's prisons are filled with all sort of treasure and magic. There are many dangerous pitfalls, and other things that would harm them. But as stated before, they are very aware of them. This group of people enjoy their lives, and would that others as well. Trying with all their might to unbind that which has been bound. And although it may seem superfluous at times, they possess one of the most admirable traits a human can: Hope. They understand that at one point, all have been bound in some way or another, and to despise those who are would be to bind themselves all the more. And as hope buds in their hearts, so does love take hold and develop making them understand the "Why" of it all.

The last thing I'd like to mention about the "Free Prisoners" is that they know exactly where the door of their prison is, and they hold the keys. They understand however that at present they must reside in a prison to understand and encourage them that are hobbled, and to love them that have never experienced such joy, making it possible for more love to abide in more hearts.

Spontaneous Singing

The way the world is going these days, it can be hard to for us to glean joy from life. The paradox of having everything we ever wanted is that we become lackadaisical and without passion in pursuing the tastes and fragrances that could be experienced. I believe that we develop a false sense of pride that produces an apprehension to putting ourselves in situations that are uncomfortable. This, in turn, limits our development as human beings to the point that we forget that life isn't made up of the things we have, but the things we do and the impact we make on the people around us (which also has a reciprocal effect on our own lives).

Throughout most of human history, people used to unwind from a hard day of staying alive and providing for their families by getting together and singing. Something about spontaneous singing helped these people to relax and forget their worries. I would imagine that these people had just as many fears and reservations (if not more) as we do today, but I also believe that since they already were used to being in uncomfortable positions on a day by day basis, it just wasn't as big a deal to them as we make it out today to be. I very rarely find anyone willing to just sing, and I think it's a tragedy to say the least. Even in my own self, I find I'm almost unwilling to sing. I guess I just want to retain what I believe to be civility. But I know in my heart that it's a sham.

Enter Karaoke. About 6 years ago, I was over at my friend's house and they all started to karaoke. I thought it was amazing, but was just as scared to try all the same. As the night progressed and I got a couple of beers in me, I gave it a shot. The experience was almost religious. I got into the song for 20 seconds and didn't have the gumption to sing the rest. For some reason, I just couldn't do it. It was too much of an experience for me and I just couldn't take it anymore. Through the years, I've grown accustomed to karaoke, and I've even won a family championship. I know that I don't have the voice of an angel, but I also know that singing (no matter what your voice sounds like) does something amazing to one's soul. I just hope that others will catch onto the serenity that lies within singing. There's a certain magic to it.

Sherlock Holmes

If you've ever read any of the Sherlock Holmes novels, I'm sure you recall Watson always complaining about Holmes needing to have something to preoccupy his mind. Watson relates that if Holmes isn't pursuing some new lead on a fantastical case, his mind becomes so bored that the only cure is the needle (some drug). No matter what he could do to further himself, he finds mundane tasks a bore and decides instead to drown his sorrows in the wonders of drugs.

Now I'd like to, first of all, state that my mental capacities are no match for Sherlock Holmes. However, I would like to say that I find myself in Holmes' situation on certain occasions. I have a lot of simple, sometimes boring things to do as far as practicing my trombone and fixing the house (not to mention studying for my upcoming ASE tests). So I get bored simply hashing away at the same ol' things day after day, and I want some form of new exciting adventure. Obviously I can't and don't want to do drugs, but there are other things and situations I've been in that are just plain unsavory. I find that people are the most interesting things on this earth, and in my quest for new, it sometimes puts me in quite the pickle. As far as my reading goes in the series of Sherlock Holmes novels, he never quite gets over his vice. I hope to. I suppose I just find it a hard pill to swallow what Solomon said, "There's nothing new under the sun."

As I Sit & Smoke my Pipe...

Every day humanity awakens to another decision. A decision to give or take. Most have made it up in their minds that they enjoy accumulating, and so even though the opportunity presents itself on a repeated basis, they never even give it a chance. The cares of present circumstances is so enticing that they miss the very thing that life is made of: Death. Jesus said Himself that unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies it remains alone, but if it dies, it yields much fruit. What I believe He meant from this parable is that the only life worth living is one of sacrifice to the point of death for others.

It's quite a paradox to find that the people that have the most find themselves wanting more than those who have nothing. My Grandpa told me a story of a very rich man who was stricken with disease to the point of not being able to eat anymore. As his servant pushed his wheelchair down the sidewalk, he noticed a homeless man enjoying a hamburger in the gutter. His response to the sight was that he would give everything he owned for one bite of that homeless man's meal.

As I sit here and smoke my pipe pondering this bit of wisdom left to me by my forebear, I know in my heart that I've taken more than I deserve, and so has the rest of humanity. The reason I say this is because one can never give too much, but even one bite of pleasure is more than any of us deserve. Obviously this is a very disagreeable statement, but one that, if embraced, can give life to so much good.