Some, Coffee?

This is a story that my parents showed me, that I felt is very true about reality. I'm not much of a coffee drinker, but after reading this I realized I've been a Coffee man most of my life. Anyways check this out.


You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
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A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

Then she ladled the co ffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her
daughter, she asked, 'Tell me what you see.'

'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter
smiled as she tasted its rich aroma the daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same
adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in
strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coff ee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situ ation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.

Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.


CARROT? EGGS? or COFFEE?
Which one are you?

Keepin it R.E.A.L !!!!

Real, what does the word mean? To be acknowledged of having existence?
Yes, that could fit into a definition of it. Being TRUE and not ILLUSIONARY, is also another way of trying to describe it (as defined in dictionary.com).

But KEEPING it REAL, what does that mean? How do you KEEP it Real?
To keep something is to remain true to it, not to hinder it in anyway...(whatever "it" may be).
In this case, "it" is being REAL.

Keeping it Real means to be able to remain true to oneself. Honestly being able to express oneself through emotion, and action. What I mean is being able to without CARING about any judgment by external forces, just ACTING as humanly as possible, the way you FEEL, toward the Other.

How about murderers? When they feel angry, or sometimes pleasure, they kill. are they keeping it Real?
This is tricky in a sense. They keep it Real in terms of expressing themselves, but they neglect their true self. Humans have a violence complex through nature, there is always a BEAST within us all. But To keep it REAL, is to be able to EXPRESS oneself TRUTHFULLY, with uttermost control over our Nature...being able to tame the Beast within, or rather Control it, and not let it overpower your.
This is the tricky part.

How can it be kept REAL, if it is CONTROLLED?
To be Real, is to be honest. To be honest is to act truthfully, about how one is feeling. To act truthfully, is something that cannot really be fathomed and explained in REAL terms, but can be FELT. YOU CAN FEEL the HONESTY, and TRUTH when someone is KEEPING IT REAL...

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To Fathom REALNESS, is to NOT Fathom reality. You just BE.
BE who you are, BE what you are, and BE what you do.

I've developed a formula in how to do this. and it is by keeping it R.E.A.L

Respect
Endure
Accept
Love

If humans can learn to Respect all things, there will be a sense of order.

If humans can learn to Endure all hardships that they face in life (annoying friend, vengeful enemy, not being able to understand something, not being able to take control of a situation, having no money for something, feeling alone and deserted, feeling UNLOVED...etc.) and be able to Respect the situation, there will be peace and calm.

If humans can learn to Accept that it is inevitable that there will always be suffering and hardships, then will there be a tolerance of being able to Endure anything, and be able to Respect it's existence (that is the existence of suffering).

If humans can learn to Love all things, there will be Peace. Love is what helps humans have the capacity to Respect, Endure and Accept things that occur in life. Without Love, it will be impossible to completely and truthfully keep it REAL.

To keep it REAL means to be able to Love, Accept, Endure and Respect all things, so that one can TRUTHFULLY and HONESTLY Express themself to others. REAL is relative, you are only REAL because something (others) acknowledges your existence.

Therefore one must be able to Respect the other, Endure the other, Accept the other, and Love the other.

Only in this way can one Keep it R.E.A.L.






Jesus is a perfect example of someone who Respected all, Endured extreme suffering and hardship, Accepted his fate, yet still Loved everyone, even those who killed him.

I want to pull a Jesus.

realtalk

Change Yourself, Change the World

The following words were written on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop in the Crypts of Westminster Abbey. I picked them especially because it talks about change, and changing ourselves, knowing that change should begin with us.

“When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change. So I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country. But it, too, seemed immovable. As I grew into my twilight years, on one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me. But, alas, they would have none of it. And now, as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: if I had only CHANGED myself first, then by example, I would have changed my family. From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I might have even changed the world.”


I realize this as well.
The world is TOO complex, as a whole. But individually... well its still complex. We're constantly changing. Every second, every breath we take, we change.

Revolutions happen with the collective force of each individuals beliefs. It takes one person to spark up a thought that could inspire people to band together and do something... but its keeping the people banded together that's the problem.


I feel so caught up sometimes in trying to do something to change the world; something i have no control over.
Instead I should be focusing on changing myself first, or rather learn to accept my place, accept the WACKNESS around me and embrace it. Without it, I wouldn't have anything to contemplate about.

All i can say for now is, I Cannot Change the world, but I can Change your View of it.

Peace

First Step: EXPRESSION

Hello everyone!

First off, Thank you for stopping by and checking out my Blog.
I have been debating about creating a Blog for a LONG time. Because at first i wanted an outlet for expressing my thoughts. I tried to start the old Fashioned way, writing on paper, or just typing random thoughts on microsoft word. BUT i figured that it serves no other purpose than to try and relieve myself of any excess thoughts through expression in writing. I mean it was a good way of actually expressing how I felt at the moment, yet it still made me feel some anxiety. I guess because my writing merely became just scribbles on paper. No one will read them ever, except me. I mean anyone is welcome to read them, just go to my room and pick up the random sheets scattered around, in notebooks etc. But at the end of the day it will just be scribbles on a sheet of paper only I have access to. I may have poured my soul into my writings, but what good is the writing if the potential of it being decoded is slim to none? Meaning, if no one will read it, what is its purpose, other than to just relieve myself of a load in my mind? No one may really TRULY understand my passionate expression at that particular moment when I wrote that piece. They would have to experience that own expression on their own...

I express myself for the sake of expressing myself, but like Kafka's Hunger Artist, I want/have a need to be acknowledged. But in reality, Who Doesnt?

I feel as though it doesn't fully satisfy me enough when i merely just write on paper. I am an unselfish being (well i try to be), and I wish to share my thoughts with everyone. Not because i want people to feel whatever mood i was feeling when i wrote that piece, but rather to inspire people to understand and acknowledge that I, for that time I wrote my entry, was HONESTLY EXPRESSING MYSELF!

I want everyone to understand that for that time I was writing, I was just expressing myself. I may have been mad, glad, happy or sad, and it may be obvious in my piece, but the fact i wish to share is the fact that i WROTE a piece in the first place...


I want to share with the world and inspire, to the best of my ability, of Humanly expressing myself. I feel this is the first step into being able to live a Happier life. Keeping NOTHING bottled up inside. Really just letting go and express what is on my mind. Then having others read it , and feel inspired to do so as well.

In the end, I guess what my goal for doing this other than just to express myself, is to inspire OTHERS to express themselves...
Forgive me for my redundant inarticulateness.

What I feel my ambition is right now is to try to inspire a state of liberation (life) among people. And the first step into doing this, is by being able to Express oneself.

I honestly FEEL that the only way to receive acknowledgment that one has expressed themself, is if another person can read and can sense that expression. Feel that other persons expression.
But no one can truly FEEL the other persons expression, only their own...I need to prove to myself that my expression is worthy of being acknowledged in the first place...

Expression is an art itself. And being art, not everyone may understand it at first. To even classify as being art, it must be showcased and acknowledged, and lived through.
If not, then it is dead.

But how can expression be dead? It can't, but if no one is expressing themself, how can "expressing" (the liberation and feeling of it) be alive?

How can it be there if it is not known it exists?
Everyone Expresses themselves everyday, by just living and being themselvses, but for some reason I'm Thinking about something Deeper than that. Beyond just everyday expression that goes on, well not really. I am thinking about Honestly as Humanly possible expressing oneself, to the point that it becomes just the inner self becoming the outer. Fully overpowering the mask we all place over ourselves in our every walk of life...


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hmm.. i feel like i've went on a tangent...on my 1st blog too!! i think i may have gotten carried away. But there is just so much I want to get out of my head.
Bah oh well, im just expressing how i feel right now. and i just feel like writing stuff.

Feel Free to express your own comments if any.

and Thanks For Reading... even if it just this final line! =D