Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Life is a Flight of Stairs.

Life is a flight of stairs. Depending on the person you are, you may or may not go up those flight of stairs at a considerable speed. Those people composed of rock stars, movie stars, and others in the entertainment industry.

Like anyone's body, you only have so much stamina. Partake in strenuous activity, and you'll get tired. When climbing up Life's flight of stairs, you're bound to run out of stamina and fall. Everyone has those bad spills that make you want to just give up. Luckily, we all have a helping hand.

To us, this helping hand comes from someone on the top. This hand comes from someone who's already at the top of Life's flight of stairs. This hand is a silhouette, a silhouette that's familiar to you. Though, what you perceive as your helping hand is wrong.

No one is on top of Life's flight of stairs. We are all climbing step by step, therefore we all need a helping hand. Where do our helping hands come from? Our fellow stair climbers.

In this case, you need to be someone's helping hand. Your responsibility lies within your ability to help your fellow people. So the next time you see someone who's stumbled on their way, lend a helping hand.


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Life by Train. - Part 6

The train car rocks violently back and forth. It seems James' ride will be coming to a premature end.

As the train car tips over to its side, James is thrown against the opposite train car wall. It only hurts for a second. The adrenaline kicks in. As he stands up, he hears screams coming from nearby train cars. Luckily, he prepared himself for events like this.

He calmly climbed up to where he could remove a window. He did so properly.

Once out, he witnessed what had became his life - a derailment. The sky was a mess, the Train's gears were thrown about, and he was okay. So, calmly, he picked up the pieces, and went home.


Monday, August 31, 2009

Life by Train. - Part 5

James doesn't talk much. Being reserved is a form of defense to him. How can you let an intruder in if you don't open the door?

It was at this point that the person sitting across the table from him speaks.

"Where do you get off?"

"Why am I here?"

"No, when do you get off the train?"

James leans closer, "Where do I get off the train?"


"About six more stops."

"That's a long ways."

"Yeah. Yes it is."

"Damn. The sky's a mess now, isn't it?"


Life by Train. - Part 4

Slowly, the train car empties. James looks out the window to watch a growing fire. It's a mess. It ruins the view of a set of beautiful(?) mountains, but does it? It seems that everyday now, you can't look out a window without seeing the haze of pollution. It's a mess.

Twenty minutes pass and the smoke spreads across the sky. James, starring up, begins to wonder if the sky represents his life that is now becoming a mess.

He turns to take a break and sees someone staring into the same sky, in the same way.


Life by Train. - Part 3

As James observes, he witnesses the nature in people, Human Nature. Technology has changed the way of living to the point of it being unrecognizable to those of 100 years passed.

Business men and students alike are engaged to their work, their friend. It seems that what would be as common as a weapon on a barbarian exists in everyone's lap: A laptop.

If it weren't for these portals, the train car wouldn't be as silent.


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

LIfe by Train. - Part 2

The train car rocks back and forth. It soothes James as if he's being cradled by his mother as an infant. It's mostly the same people who sit around him - or is it?

To his right, he has the aging women who have peaked. They know it because they're failing themselves. Every peak is as long as you make it. Every peak is made possible by that one individual.

The women converse and gossip work, the celebrities they admire, and how much their husband's make. Their need to fill in their socializing time slot is made clear by their absence of any real friends. Their lives are what they make it out to be.


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

LIfe by Train. - Part 1

It's been 156 days since James started riding the train. What's been considered a ritual has now been a way of life. You get on the train, you get off the train.

When rush hour peaks, it's really hard to find a decent place to sit. If sitting is out of the question, you stand. The train is living creature that's powered by gears and man-made parts that, when together, serve a purpose, as to what every human has. When the Train doesn't work, it's no different than a friend falling through with dinner plans.


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I think it, you do it.

Humans are not the species to spend the remainder of their days alone. Contact with someone, or something is needed. For someone who is weak in that department, cults, bad "friends," or drugs get the best of them.

Being alone can be an awful thing, trust me, it's a total waste of vocal cords. For anyone who's reading, be kind in the way that you're there for someone. That someone deserves your best. More importantly, that someone can be you.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Your morning forcast, for mornings to come.

You wake up in the morning and you set off on your daily routine. You think about things that are so little compared at the possibilities that lie ahead. Maybe, just maybe, you wake up, you get a cup of coffee, you read the newspaper, and then you turn the television on to see what the weather's going to be like. What if you decide to do something different for a change? Something little like reading the newspaper before you get a cup of coffee. There's already six different things that can occur after you wake up.

Now, this is just you. This is you at home within a thirty minute time span. Your elected leaders, meanwhile, are running the country. Your president is a Human Being, just like you and me, yet he's assigned to protect millions of people from global threats. What's the biggest global threat you ask? I'd say the biggest is North Korea.

North Korea is like three year old with an temper. Poke him with a stick and if he has gun in his hand, you're dead. Unfortunately for the world, little Korea has a gun in their hand. This gun can end your entire being as you know it. No, not your soul, but your body. This life can end at any minute, whether it be natural causes, accidents, or by Nuclear warfare.

So when you wake up tomorrow morning, you check the news. See if all is well in the world. If it is, you can get your cup of coffee. Once you star easing into this on-edge of a life, maybe you can get your cup of coffee first, then turn the television on.

Just think of how lucky you are to be able to continue your morning rituals.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


How does one define happiness? How do knowing adults stay happy? Do we find it in religion? Do we find it by ignoring the troubles of our world? How does one stay happy?

I sat outside on a patio today. Around me, businessmen, children, mothers, and the homeless walked about. Some sat, briefly, and when they did, they seemed to have a peace to them. Their briefcase wasn’t open and they weren’t talking to the air in front of them. Sitting. Wondering what they were thinking plagued my mind. What was worse was the fact that two police helicopters and herd of police cars surrounded our very small patio. Gracefully, I looked around. I saw nothing to cause such a stir so I went right back to the unusual peacefulness that tacked the air. I thought to myself, “How small we are. We’re one atomic fragment of humanity. On the other side of the globe, the very police forces established to protect and serve are instead killing and severing their connection to life, as they know it.”

Anyone who keeps up with the news knows this, especially businessmen, yet they sit there with such innocence. How? Why? Are they pretending?

Two small children interrupted my distant thought. They laughed and danced around the table where their mother sat. It’s clear that a child’s innocence is key to happiness. They don’t know what’s going on at that point. Tagging their competitor is what matters to them.

As the sirens dwindled into the distance, my time of observing was drawing to a close. Soon the businessmen left their separate tables and went of to work. The mother took her children to wherever they needed to be. Yet, I felt incomplete. Immediately, I had no answer to my questions, but now I might be able to understand, to understand that I am human, and that things never change.