Oh Child

Adults can be so childish sometimes. They literally act like they are ten sometimes. I work in a restaurant and come in contact with "kid-adults" on a regular basis. Don't get me wrong I think every adult should recognize and keep a child-like sense to them, but lose the immaturity ... please! The other day I served an older couple everything seemed normal until they started order (with a real sense of entitlement). I don't mind bending over backwards for people but sometimes, something’s, can't be done. This is when the tantrum begins. You know the one a child throws when you say no to them ... yah that one. Now, I don't want to blanket an entire age population but it does extend to a lot more adults than believed.

As I have seen this behavior I have had certain thoughts and questions surface. First thought: Just because a human age extraverted does not mean they age introverted. Sure, we've got Grandpa Jack's and Grandma Betty's all around the world bungee jumping off insane bridges; that's not what I mean. I'm talking about those adults who receive rules or restrictions and throw hissy fits. I'm talking about those adults who don't listen or don't look to see. The one's who think, "I'm an adult I don't answer to anyone ... behavioral learning is for children who don't know better"; false. You, yes you, still have a lot of behavioral learning left; we all do. Second thought which is more of a question: When does a child become an adult regardless of age? Is it when we move out, or when we get married, or when we turn 18? Of course, you're right, every person changes at their own time and pace, but how do we know? I mean, if every person naturally changed behaviorally into an adult why am I writing this blog? I'm writing this because some people don’t' change! Their switch doesn't flip, their bulb isn't screwed in, and they can't see. Third thought and plead: Become a child but "put away childish things". We do not need to take ourselves seriously all the time. We do need to remember what it is like being a child. Let us let go of our childish selves who won't allow us to change into an adult. Adult’s who grow up but stay child-like at heart.

Dark vs light

Walk into a dark room. At first visibility is limited and very foreign, but as time progresses eyes adjust, visibility is not as constrained, and foreign feelings leave. The point in which our eyes adjust to the darkness is difficult considering it is separated by a blink. I've observed this phenomenon take place in my life and the lives of people around me. I would identify the dark room as habits and character; our choices, the catalyst. What astounds me the most is the difficulty in identifying ourselves in the dark. Our perception changes in a blink. It isn't until we see some sort of light that we begin to recognize the darkness. In darkness we lose sight of ourselves. It covers us completely or in other words affects all aspects of our lives.
We have two kinds of choices: choices of light and choices of dark. Good choices are those that dissipate darkness. They are choices that allow us to see ourselves and give us clear perspectives. They are the choices that allow us to progress more rapidly because we see where we are going.

Music the "builder"

I've been writing a song for the guitar for the last few weeks. The chorus to the song has a somewhat negative connotation and overtone. In searching for validation for the song I sang it to the best pair of ears I know...my mom's. I'm not gonig to lie I expected her comments to be somewhere along the lines of, "it was amazing" or "I can't believe you wrote this it was so good" however that was not the case. She said one simple phrase that changed my songwriting forever, "your lyrics should build faith". At first I was taken back at the idea of my mother criticizing my lyrics but after my pride wore off I saw deeper into her words. Music is powerful. It has the power to change our feelings and thoughts in a mere heartbeat. Music has many uses but in relation to my mom's comments; it is a healer and comforter. Destroying peace is the last thing I want my music to do. In the end I learned writing music + playing for mom = success in everyway.