Monday, September 12, 2011

What is It ?


"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."

— Marilyn Monroe
What a profound, simplistic way of viewing things. It makes you wonder why she chose to leave this life in the manner in which she did.
Lately, I have been hearing the phrase, " it is, what it is". I have to admit that I have been saying it a lot too.
But it got me thinking. What exactly is," it " and is " it " a constant?
I came up with this loose correlation.
If, "it" is what we perceive to be real, thus becoming reality
and reality is all, meaning everything;
then
" it " must be all.
Some believe the way we perceive the world is an illusion and that nothing is real. I believe there is some truth to that. But that can be a scary thing, because an illusion can become a reality. Some people may spend their whole life in an illusion.
The only way their perception can change is through experience and awareness.
Marylin appreciated the good by experiencing the bad.
Her "it" was not a constant.
Being able to see through an illusion is a very difficult thing to do, since we all see the world subjectively.
It's important to surround yourself with those that validate your perceptions.
But, most importantly, that validation should come from within.

I believe Marylin was right. She figured the only way to overcome was to know and trust herself.
She was aware of the illusion and she was also aware of the dual nature of good and bad.
This was her knowing.
It still makes you wonder..
Perhaps, she knew too much....
So what do you think?
Is it what it is?
Perhaps, only if YOU allow it to be.




Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Pretty Packages


Years ago, I rented a small apartment in an old house. One day I was invited to a party by a fellow tenant. He was nice enough, but rather square. I accepted for lack of anything better to do. Plus, I was new in town and I didn't know too many people. The party was hosted by one of his co-workers, who was from India. It was in honor of his new wife, who had just arrived to America. She was beautiful. I was entranced, yet more so intrigued by the whole arranged marriage.
Along with all her mystique, she brought with her several gifts from her country to share with the guests.
I sat on a couch between my square neighbor and another computer geek trying to digest the whole concept. It was her first time in America. She didn't know a soul, not even her new husband. I was scared for her.
On the coffee table a beautifully wrapped box of colorful candies caught my eye. The hostess gestured for me to try one and within seconds the arranged marriage wasn't the only thing I was trying to digest. How was I going to swallow this hard concoction that tasted rather fishy?
She was watching and waiting eagerly for my response. I waited until she glanced away, quickly spat the candy back into the wrapper , and hid it deep within the couch cushion.
When she glanced back, I smiled and lied. Her country's candy was delicious!
I thought I was in the clear until a little dog came out of nowhere and began pawing at the cushion. It happened all too fast.
And there it was, my lie.
My lie exposed
chewed, spat, and hidden away.
I was so ashamed.
Years have passed since. I am more cautious now for I am aware that some things wrapped in beautiful packages may taste fishy.
It's okay to refuse them, but if you accept them, you better be prepared for the consequences.