Imprisonment of thoughts, result?

I've studied the development of the few posts I've written and in conclusion I can admit that I have taken a subjective approach to the cases mentioned.

Unsatisfied with this approach, I've decided to become more observant with what I write and how I write it. I apologize for any inconvenience this might have caused.

Pathing life and paving the tiles of happiness.

From an angle; life can seem like a linear line, going from A to B. Going forward, making milestones, memories, and on the other end of that line - the afterlife awaits. Twist the angle a bit and you will see the line curving in different directions, still going the same way, but branching out into small vines. Vines with no goal other than returning you to the point where you started branching.

Those vines create your life.

You try, you fail
You try again, you fail
You try one more time, you succeed

The success of an attempt paths the rest of that linear line.
It's been a rough road, but you've tiled your success with happiness, making that road solid and easy to walk upon again.

Enough with the allegories.
Last post was about dreams and it's ability to make you go somewhere.
Underestimating the power and rareness of a smile, I want you to understand what it really is.
I ended my last post with a quote about smiles, where I divide the smile my brain doesn't tell me to do, and what I do even though my mind disagrees.

Please understand that I am not a sad person, quite on the contrary. The beauty of a smile means way too much for me to put aside.

Not being able to figure out why I don't like the trivial stuff other people like, I try in an attempt to please them by doing things like partying, watching football and participating in random bullshit. I know I have to do this to keep what I have around me, making that smile on my face become a real smile on another persons face, and that is of course worth every hour it takes.
I'm in no position to cry about my life, but in a mind filled with too many questions concerning the words that are stuck between the lines, I am not able to enjoy what I have. And I hate my self for that.
I also know that these attempts, are attempts to please my self and trying to become what is known as normal. (Defining "normal" is a post for later.)

Mentioned above are the way I smile without coming to an agreement with my brain.
Luckily, by making others smile, I am able to create a real smile too. At the start of the chain, my apathic smile leads to other smiles, which is then led to me smiling with both my mind and my face.

I now know what it takes to make me smile both on the inside and on the outside.


Let the tiling begin...

Life, a miracle or just a waste of time?

Have you ever frozen the time inside your mind, clearing the present, clearing your thoughts, and given full focus on that one thing?

Imagine that one thing being life.

Whether we've been blessed by a god or if we've evolved from a cell, we should still embrace the miracle of life. It's not the skin and bones that makes us human, nor decides who we are. It is what your mind tells you, that decides whom you are and whom you should become.

I want to focus on a term called dreams.

Dreams can be defined as the meaning of life. Dreams are what makes you push forward through hell, shitstorms and what can be called meaningless wandering...

I know that every person on this planet has a dream, whether it's about providing it's family the water and bread it's in the dire need of, or living through the age of 20. As a norwegian, I live the dreams of many. What dreams remain if I have it all?

I've started asking people in my social circle what their dreams are. What is worth fighting for in their life? What is burning inside their heart?

In an attempt to provoke either happiness, hatred or even sadness - I'm still stuck with the same answer. "I don't know..."

As we try to find out what our dreams are, others already start dreaming at birth. Their future decided - realize your dream or you won't live to see your parents die of the same disease you, yourself are born with. A dream resulting in a nightmare.

Children are entitled to a childhood, a childhood where dreams are about being a moviestar, a president or a race-car driver... and being given a chance to live out their dreams.

As what mentioned above is what blazes my heart, I can't go a day without thinking about it.

I have cornered my self several times, asking - are we worth having this beauty called life if we aren't able to live it correctly?

The answer to this is easy - stop crying about nothing and focus upon that one thing that you can't go a day without thinking about. One day, you will live to see your dreams become true.

I hope one day, my mind will smile as much as my face.

The formality of politeness versus the apathy of not caring.

Recently, I've been handed situations which have required me to either lay down my sword and shield, letting principles become vague words inside my head, or standing up for what I mean is right and become an object of irritation and hate.

Unfortunatly, given the situation which in this case is work-related, I've been forced to choose the first option, continuously over and over again.

My question is - what is the result of suppressing "the right choise" for too long?

I've done some social analysis concerning petty fights, where the conflicting parts never quite know how to get the ends to meet. Beating around the bush for hours, leaving tears for no reason.

Instead of getting to an agreement, we keep on focusing on tearing eachother down until one of us is so torn apart, we surrender, admiting defeat on the terms of a lesson, not an agreement.

A conflict ending in a lesson learned instead of an agreement divides the parts instead of bringing them together. Making an alpha and a sheep.

As soon as I step out of that uniform, I'm no longer a sheep. It's my turn to become the alpha.

In a community where people are required to cooperate, why do we feel the urge to rise above eachother?

This subject is too big for one post, so I will return to this subject later on.

...probably the next time I've encountered a situation as mentioned above.

Breaking the glass and analyzing the pieces.

As I mentioned in my last post, this blog is mainly about reflecting and being able to do this from a neutral point of view. Of course, coming to the point where you feel like you've reflected enough upon one subject - usually result in a greater knowledge of things, becoming more acceptant on every part.

I'm gonna start of with something almost everyone know something about.

And that is of course football (soccer), more precisely the World Cup in South Africa. (If I lost you when reading football, please continue reading as this is not about the physics and technicality in football, but about something more worth reading.)

My standing with football is below average, maybe even below useless... however my standing with the importance of it for some people is more significant.

As my situation is - sharing appartment with a football-lover makes the perfect picture of how it is on a bigger scale. One will have to ask one self the following questions, divided in Yes/No:

Yes (Questions OK to ask one self or given person, without taking a pessimistic point of view):

-Why is this interesting for this person?

-Why is this interesting for this person and alot of other people on this planet?

-Why isn't this interesting to me?

No (Questions not OK to ask one self or given person, making the mind focusing on the negative parts of it):

-Why do him/her watch this sport when there are so many other things that needs attention?

-When will this ever end?

-Why do I bother?

Remember, it doesn't matter whether you like something or not - this is about acceptance between two parts and what you can do to make life both easier for you and the people around you.

Taking part of something makes you feel more important, especially in your own life.

The feeling of contributing, and the extremely satisfying feeling of meeting other people who have the same interests as you, is priceless.

Football hits so many triggers in your mind - especially what I mentioned above, people gathering, cheering for the same team, and the rush of adrenaline when the shot is made, making that one second before the ball hits the goal longer than any other. The happiness of the goal, the sadness of the miss, it's worth it.

You win, you celebrate.

You lose, you preservere. Not alone, but with others, as a team.

That is what makes you human. Being happy, sad and caring.

Even though this certain group of people doesn't think of it this way, it is still how it is.

Scale this into the worldwide aspect - the World Cup.

Suddenly it isn't about some team from London (ex.), it's about your own country.

And if your country isn't in the World Cup, so what?

It's still about gathering the world, playing something as harmless as football.

Football levels out the materialistic needs everyone have, and aims on that one leather ball.

GDP doesn't matter, the size of your house doesn't matter, the amount of diamonds in your drawer doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that damn leather ball.

In my oppinion - football does the impossible. It levels humanity into one balanced line.

I heard a saying once: "Of everything that isn't important in life - football is the most important."

I disagree on that, I'd say football is an essential part of life, you just need to filter out the less important things in it, like goals and tactics.

The starting position and the intriguing question of whether this blog is going somewhere or not.

After publishing long, and most likely unwanted statuses on Facebook about humane ethics and life in general - I realized making a blog wouldn't hurt anyone other than my principles about sharing my mind to the rest of the world.

Principles aside, doing this will probably help me relax more in my social life without having the urge to speak my mind about the important things in life to people who doesn't... well... I shouldn't say care, but somewhere in that direction.

Reflection is an important part of the human life. If we don't reflect upon the things that concern us in life, we go ignorant and develop a bad habit of not grabbing problems by it's horns.

Atleast, that is how I feel about it...

And that is what I want this blog to be all about. Reflection.