My Bedside Table

Greetings my fellow bloggers. When I first started this site I didn’t expect the direction I was going would go anywhere. I took some classes in college pertaining to journalism and there was some part of me that wanted to stay true in that vein. Yet over time the words I wrote about current events saddened me.

Thus sprung the inevitable truth.

Who wants to read about the depressing state of affairs from yet another person with a pen?

If you want to do that there are a plethora of sources you can utilize to attain such aims. There are plenty of ways to stay informed and my grand idealism of being a reporter and reporting news just hasn’t come to fruition. I have dealt with this inevitable fact.

I would rather read and see inspirational notions myself. So I asked myself, took an honest look, “How could I be a part of the web that people could read and actually enjoy?” So I started writing poetry. All of a sudden people liked my posts. All of a sudden people read my material. Which leaves me in the precarious situation which I find myself. What now?

My friends, I want to share my story with you. It is a story of great happiness as well as a story of great sadness.

All my poems come from real places and are real feelings and as in life there are ups and downs.

Yet now that I have your attention I want to share with you what I have learned as well as write in permanent form that which is at the center of me.

My friends, life is a great mystery but I will tell you this. I have stared at the Reeper’s face. I have looked upon moments which should have taken my life. Yet here I am pounding away on these keys. So I want to share with you a part of me while I can.

That part I want to share is a message of love and compassion.

The world is full of rancorous sentiments. The world is full of people with ulterior motives that would edify themselves and benefit only themselves. In a way sometimes people have to when it comes down to surviving in business and competitive scenarios but in the bigger scope of things life is better served when we live to serve other people.

So let me tell you a secret. In life we are all connected. We are connected by a great energy that binds us spiritually together. Whether there is a God, I don’t know. What I believe though is that there is something greater than us. Whether it be Allah, Buddha, Mohammad or God…Jesus or someone else, there is something.

Something binds us together. That something that binds us is an understanding and loving something. Because together we accomplish great feats. Together we rise above discourse. Together we create beautiful works of art and explore the deep chasms of mysteries this life offers.

As I sit here I stare at my beside table. On it there is a Yeti mug, a cup of water and strewn about are my every day carries. Headphones, pocket knife, paper that I jot notes on and my cigarette lighter. In the background are my Game Of Thrones sigils and a Beatles poster taped to the wall. As I sit here I have the movie Spectre on. You know, the James Bond movie.

Yet here I am. Here within the chaotic randomness making sense of things by projecting an ideal which your eyes now read over. Here we are my friends and I tell you, to those who suffer, you are not alone. Those of you who doubt, you are not alone. Those of you who fear, someone else fears for the same things. Six billion people brought together by technology. So what do we do?

Rejoice my friends. Laugh my friends. Let us seek the mysteries within us and outside us. I have no personal ambitions. Only a heart that pounds the same blood we all share. I have my own chaos as you have yours.

Your beside table, what does it contain? What do you do to make sense of it all?

As long as it makes sense to you I say do it. Just understand you are never alone and that chaos is shared as well as our rejoices.

Yet let the beauty we are all capable of define us. Let us be a part of a whole that can survive and adapt and learn. Knowledge is knowing we don’t know it all. Here I go. Preaching what are seemingly cliche messages. Yet it’s true. It is my truth. If you can handle that then join me my fellow authors. Tell of your joys, fears and sadness. All is beauty because it comes from your soul that which you write. I thank you for your follows. I thank you for your time and I look forward to seeing all of your souls written in ink. Here for eternity your truths will remain. I am glad we have found one another.

The world is cold, dark and full of enmity. Though at times we might be consumed I believe there will be a reckoning. On whatever plane of existence or conscienceness energy is passed from one form to another.

Our souls cry out and I feel there will be justice either in this life or the next. Let your bedside table be unique as you may be. Champion it my friends. Wear your individuality in plain sight and be proud of your quirks and what’s on your bed side table. Do what you do that makes you you. That in itself is beautiful.



Categories: Inner Thoughts, Peace, Personal, Truth

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

6 replies

  1. Great post. You are right on with the points you made and I completely agree.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. My dear, you need Gaia.tv. Mind boggling at times, our “connectedness.” Meditate if it suits you…it’s definitely taken me places I LOVE to go 🙂 Great post.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. A great read and greater sentiments, Jared.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: