As human beings we have these tendencies. We have tendencies to dream.

In the same breath, we have tendencies to be homocidal maniacs.
Yes, we do.

We are murderous of dreams. Our own. Other people's. Strangers. Family member's. Friend's. Good Friend's. People We Say We Love.

We kill dreams. And we say that we're realists in our justification of this murderous behavior. Because realism is definitely synonymous to murder.

C'mon. Who are we kidding? We kill dreams because we're afraid they'll come true.

And we kill other people's dreams, because we figure if ours aren't coming true, then other people's definitely aren't getting close in the running.

Yes, I mean you.
You. Sitting right there in that chair reading this blog right now.

Envision The Best You
Volume #1, Issue #6 Sat, 05/17/2008 - 03:30
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Creating our lives is our true nature. However, this is not the popular belief.
This bi-weekly tipzine will let you in on the “secrets” of those that live lives they love and who continue to create their world each and every day they’re alive.
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You're in a 12-step program... or you're in your fifth grade class sitting in the elementary school auditorium...

Or you're in therapy... or you're in shop class in high school...

Wherever you are, someone is telling you that you have a toolbox full of tools. They're right.

They tell you that in this toolbox there are all sorts of things that will help you build structures, while other people are tearing down theirs. They tell you that your tools in your toolbox can even help you repair what you've broken.

Sometimes we call it nervousness. Sometimes we call it anxiety. We've called it anger and sadness too. Sometimes we call ourselves stupid to be it, or crazy to let "it" get in the way.

Guess what "it" is?

That's right. Fear.

I thought this was a remarkable idea.

In Color Theory class back in college, I learned that pigments are different from light. It's not only that pigments are for painting and light's for... well, light's for lighting up a room, but it is also that you can create colors differently in pigments than you can with light.

Let's begin from the beginning... red, yellow and blue are the only primary colors. This simply means that every other color comes from some mixture of these three colors. Green being yellow & blue, purple being red & blue, orange being red & yellow, and these are only the secondary colors. Then you go on mixing and you can create every color imaginable to mankind.

But it begins first with only 3 colors.

Some things have been happening to me.

All Good.
All the time, it's good.
I look upon all events that happen to me as an opportunity. Whether someone else observing my life would say that the event was bad or that the event was good, is, well, up to someone else.

I say it's all good, all the time.

However, this does not preclude it from being challenging. Even confronting. But always, ever-expanding.

And often, my knee-jerk reaction is to be angry or frustrated or annoyed or impatient. And then, as soon as I recognize that that's my position, I begin to see there's an opportunity for growth... for me, as an individual. And I begin to see it as an opportunity for everyone around me, for as I grow so do they.

So life is a wonderful place. I want to share with you mine for a moment.

I want to share what's happened in my life in the past year. So sit right back and you'll hear a tale...

A tale of a woman who knew about the Law of Attraction and used it in her life, to her benefit. That woman is me. And that Law of Attraction is the Universe.

It came to me recently. In a thought, in words in a book, in something that someone said.

When it comes to me, I listen. Because it's me speaking to myself through others.
I listen to every word.
Especially the ones I don't like to hear.

I listen to them most closely.

However when this came to me, it didn't hurt my ears. It resonated immediately. With my heart.

"Forget yourself."

I also heard, "Forgive yourself."

Forgive myself for all the things that I hold myself hostage over. The things I make myself wrong for. You know those things. You do it too.

I heard, forget yourself and forgive yourself. So that's what I'm doing.
Right now.

That's the funny thing...

That we think this is true. That we are on our own.

We are not.
We are all in this together.
Together on this Earth.
Together on this continent.
Together in this country.
Together in this state.
Together in this city.
Together in this neighborhood.
Together in our houses.
Together in our workplaces.
Together in our circumstances.
Together in the way we look at life.
Together in our thoughts about things.
Together...
Together...
Together...

We are all together.
Together, even when we're apart.

We're together now, forever and always.

Always will be, always have been, always are.

United and as one.

How are we?

How are you?

Happy?

Happy?

Happy.

Well, let me tell you. You are.
You are happy.

There's a story told by Jack Kornfield, an ex-Buddhist monk, of Sounds True. It speaks of what an older monk once told him. "Pretend you are enlightened, and then one day, you won't be able to tell the difference."

Pretend you are happy, and then one day... you won't be able to tell the difference.

Just remember... don't pretend half-heartedly. Pretend like you're a cheerleader that has to perform in front of a crowd of 10,000, there's 5 minutes left in the game and you're team is losing by 20 points. Pretend for your team. Assume the position. And blow, baby, blow.

And then...

There are certain facts of life with which one must come to terms.

Life begins and life ends.
There is a season and an order to everything under heaven.

Spring brings seeding; Summer brings ripening and harvest; Fall brings aging; Winter brings death and new fertile ground for rebirth. There is a season to everything, turn, turn, turn. And a time to everything… under heaven.

So not only does our life begin and end, but so does the life of everything else we create and give birth to. Then why do we “attach” ourselves to what is, by definition of being alive, temporal (or temporary)?