Create The Noise. Change Your World.

“No man was ever great without divine inspiration.”  Cicero

Have you ever bought some over-marketed product and wondered why the hell did I buy this stupid thing?

 The answer is that you probably were inspired and sold into the product. You bought into the notion that the product was going to dramatically improve your world.

Personal Change Begins With Inspiration

This is how personal change works. We are inspired to change. Every transformation that we make is the result of some personal inspiration we have experienced in our lives. There are a few times, where this inspiration was born from a moment of enlightenment. We discovered something through our own rationality that gave us the inspiration.

Note: This is an entry into a blog competition hosted by three very well respected bloggers: Urban Monk, The Middle Way, and Zen-Inspired Self Development.

I knew she was hurting. You could see it in her face as the tears trickled down her bruised cheeks, but she had done it to herself.  Instead of looking for a normal guy, she sought after the dangerous ones.  If it was her first time getting into trouble then I could be a little more compassionate. This wasn’t even her fourth. Its a routine with her. I love hanging out with her because she is an excellent listener and has the most intriguing green eyes, but I’m near the breaking point in our friendship. I don’t understand her.

Do you see yourself as a misfit? Are you cool with the fact that everyone gives you a funny look. Are you ok that nobody ever gives you a second look?

We naturally want everyone to like us. They don’t need to be in awe of us, but we do like to be accepted as part of the group. It is not being self-serving. It is just life.

We want to be liked.

My Story

I’ve always thought I was liked by everyone. I prided myself in my ability to share and befriend people from various demographics. It was just a gift that I had. I could ask the right questions and give a caring smile. I never thought twice that people might not like me.

I used to be self-righteous.

      I’m not now… I don’t think.

Have you ever noticed in the number of topics that you are an expert?

Last week, I was in a conversation with several other individuals and they began talking about the idea of faith. I looked around and knew that I’ve investigated this topic more than anyone else in the room. I know what the scholars think. I knew what was right.

I’m an expert.

I chose to listen.

A few years ago, I would consciously consider myself on a higher field than others because I thought I knew it all. I’m not a spoiled and self-centered premadonna. I’m just human. 

I could write up in the sky

forgive me I apologize

still if I went through every measure

with my promise to be better

you’d say - “I’ll believe you when“ Matchbox Twenty

She stood there at the door. One foot in. One foot out. I knew what she was feeling. It was my fault that she was hurt and crying, but there was nothing I could do to fix it. I told her I was going to change. I told her  that things are getting better. I told her that she could’ve done something. All the excuses were in vain. She looked beyond me and was broken. There wasn’t anything I could say. She knew the history.

I admire my two year old son.

He is fearless.

The other day, I caught him on the arm of a rocking chair. He was leaning forward while standing on his toes to jump into his brother’s crib. He is persistent. He is driven. He is safe?

I suppose he has this confidence because he knows that I will protect him from the hard carpet floor. He trusts me enough to push for a dream.

The Loss Of Childish Bravery

After we’ve been hurt by others and failed ourselves through the years, we lose this childhood trust. We ask ourselves, “Do we trust anyone enough to pursue our dreams?