Reading harold_maude's journal

On certian days of the year, designated as pivotial moments that we use as the yard sticks of the passage of time, the idea of midnight being the breaking point, or threashold of the beginning of a momentous occasion, feels like a knife as it hits the bottom of a block of cheese.

It becomes a seperate thing, how ever it may resemble the thing it was just connected to, it is now a seperate and soverign actulized creation.

That's how certian days of the year sometimes feel.
There is a certian expectaion of the magic of midnight on these days, as though something, somewhere has now affected the whole world, and yes even the universe.

It occured to me that in reality, every day is like that. Every approach to midnight, is essentially that powerful.
But it seems that only certian days are given that recontion.

To a woman who has just given birth, from that moment on the day before her child's birthday carries with it much, and the hour of midnight makes the reality of time and what it is doing to her child and her as well, effect the entire day.
She remembers details, and they are again fresh.

To the rest of the world that day probably means nothing.

We are strangers to the events that shape the person's lives who are sitting with us everyday at work, on the street and in the market.

It would seem that only designated days give us that collective, aha, we are different feeling.

As I was pondering all of this, I thought about the hour and it's approach. I will be changed come midnight. I will have breathed in roughly 60 million new cells and exhaled a huge number of cells as well,( the number escapes me at the moment).

I will have and do have the same cells that have been in many of your bodies just a short while ago.
And cells that were in my body are now in yours.
This is sience fact not fiction.

At midnight, which signifies the beginning of tomorrow, I will be a new person.
My thoughts will be new and old, and at some point durring the next 24 hours, memories of so many things will peak and fall in my awareness.
There will be continuations of today, I believe because there are some flows of life that take time to leave.

Someone once said that you can not step into the same river twice, becasue the river is always new.

How all of this thought process started was the idea of a half hour before midnight, and christmas. And then New years.
And I thought how big thoes days were. And how each day is like christmas and new years, because each day has gifts, and each day is new, and has the potential of being the best day of my life.

The world can be a pit. And the world can be an adventure. The pit can be a seed waiting to germenate, or it can be a place of in your face death and distruction.
It can be an adventure that leaves you breathless or one that will leave you dreading everything.

The view depends on you and where you are inside. Everything in life is a test of who you are and what the truth of who you are is.
It's a daily report card of how your handling living in this world.
Things that happen that catch you off balance will show you who you are. And sometimes we amaze ourselves, sometimes in a good way and sometimes in a way that makes us feel so many bad things about who we are.

In the comfort zone of your life, what you surround your self with, you are the ruler and king or queen as the case may be,
If nothing upsets the balance, you can search inside you and believe that you know yourself.
But I've found that to know the real you, the balance has to be upset so that you can find out where you are solid and whole.
That's a scary thought.

It's in thoes moments that decisions made can change everything in our lives with such potency that afterwards we are different people clear down to our bones.

If we are willing to be honest, we'll see that we are the same as thoes we see as our enemies, the ones we collectivly seek to distroy.

The enemy. The friend. The only difference sometimes is what each of us believe in.
It's a fine thin line, and it's sharp.

Somewhere out there a baby or several have just been born. They don't know about war, or famine or hate or injustice or christmas or new years, or violence or fields of corn riping under the summer sun, or the smell of roses or jelly donunts just fresh out of the fryer.
They only know they have just gone from a warm comfort zone into an alien land and it feels...well I would think, pretty weird.

It's seven minuets past midnight, and it's started. Seven minuets ago. A new day, will new things that are different than the same things that happened yesterday, simply because it's today....

It's a big day. This day. There will never be another one like it.
Do yourself a huge favor and love yourself and thoes around you today. That's an awesome thing to do, on this new day.

It's a good day.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

Once again, harold_maude, you have given me another thought-provoking post. And usually almost everything that you write has a timely bearing on the events in my life.

I was writing about my intuition lately, and I had an intuition that something you had written would make me smile... but then, I kinda sound like a sap saying that. It could be true of almost anything you have written.

It is no longer the 'witching hour' here, tonight, but I am thinking about what I want from tomorrow... and who I will call, and who I will tell that I love them. I am thinking about the people in my life who mean the most to me, and how tomorrow, or any given day, could be my last chance to tell them that I love them.

And if I say it, and truly mean it, and it isn't the last day that I can say, well then, I can say it again the next day... and the next...

I am looking out of the window right now at all of the streetlights blinking on and off, and thinking about all the wonderful, and not so wonderful people that I have met in my life, and hoping that they don't forget to tell their loved ones that they love them.

It is way too easy to forget about love, and we all need reminders now and then. I know that your post was about more than that, but that is the way that I took it. Thank you for taking the time at midnight to write your post. And thanks for being my friend. Lotsa love.

Oh... and thanks for making me think about 'jelly doughnuts'... Krispy Kreme, here I come!

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?

This post was edited by rosyxxx on Feb 16, 2005.

Thank you.

I don't think your a sap. You listen to your intuition and it comes from deep inside you and that's an awesome thing.
Your intution hasn't evolved to the place where it can think fearful things like your brain does, but it's honest and real and says things the way they are.

What you have to tell the world, me included in the world, although I would prefer a seat in the bleachers at times, is like having a front row seat to watch an artist in love with the act of creating art.
It's pretty amazing actually.
And I am honored by the presence of you in my life.

Thank you for being my friend and loving me for who I am. That's more than I could ask anyone to do.
And that's an awesome gift. Makes it christmas everyday.

And donuts...yeah...good stuff. A sensory experience that you give your mouth that is like a trip to disney land....*smiles*

Love you bunches.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.