Nestled comfortably in my cozy Lazygirl I stare at a blank TV screen, blacker than the highway to hell. That’s an assumption, of course, since to the best of my knowledge, I have never actually traveled down the road to hell, though sometimes I wonder if I might not be headed in that direction. Come to think of it, maybe I’m a current resident there now, but too dense to see it. Hmmm . . .
In the midst of my reverie it dawns on me that quite possibly, I might just be sitting here staring at a picture of the workings of my mind. Uh oh. Blank.
With the touch of a button I have the power to bring it alive. It is a world unto itself, rife with stories, news, fantasy, sports, profundity, stupidity, truth and fiction. It is a magnificent bearer of both beauty and horror, and of love and hatred.
Within and behind that blank screen lies an entire world that is not real. It entertains me and offers escape, distraction, and welcome relief from the gnawing fear of what is to become of us and of the world that we once knew and loved, a world that seems to deteriorate in bits and pieces day by day. It magnifies that fear by spewing ugliness into our world with news and fake news or whatever else there is to tempt us into believing that our world has gone round the bend into raging, complete and utter, full-blown insanity. Nuttydom, I call it.
Here is my mind mirrored back to me in sound bytes. Here is my mind giving me the rich opportunity to decide what to watch – or not – the perfect mirror of the meanderings of my mind.
I stare for awhile at that blank screen in my head and realize that it’s up to me to decide. I decide what I do with my mind. I decide which channel I tune into, and I have the power to change what I wish to see in my mind’s eye at any given moment. I can tune into what brings me a greater sense of peace and calm, and joy and happiness, or I can choose anxiety, anger, frustration, or powerlessness in the face of a world governed by leaders who put their personal interests ahead of those they supposedly serve.
But beware! A choice for love isn’t easy. It requires diligence, vigilance, determination, intention, and perseverance–just a few minor little attitude adjustments. Without those, a love-chooser easily becomes prey to the tricky uncanny antics of an ego intent upon surviving it own annihilation in the face of love. Wth any luck, perhaps the planet and its inhabitants will survive annihilation as well.
Maybe one day I’ll write about those crafty little ego antics, but for today, I’m going say goodbye to the blank screen and hello to the light. Today, I focus on choosing love.
Good on ya! I think you have always chosen love, it certainly seems so. H.
Some things, some people, are easier to love than others, right? Practice practice practice!