Who knows where the time goes

Time....where no man has gone before.

Each and every day, time progresses and we continue to measure that progress through mechanical and emotional means.  I look at the clocks and think “where has the time gone?”.  The calendars show large groups of time coming and going. Events that once seemed like yesterday, now have to be recalled from the recesses of our minds’ memory banks.  Time flies, time goes by, time, time, time….

I’m finding, as are so many of my cohorts in life, that time is moving as usual, but at a seemingly much faster rate!  The marked anniversaries of events approach and our first thoughts seem to be “was that really that long ago?”  Why? What’s happened between then and now? Are we losing our minds or our times?  Why does it seem to be only a couple of years, when in fact it has been twenty?  We spend time watching young ones playing with innocence and disregards for the worries of today, and within a blink of an eye, BANG! Now they are taking pictures of their children, our grand-children. Time? Hello? Did a beat or two get skipped? Hello?  How is it that the news media shares the anniversary story of a major event and we sit in dismay at the ‘time’ that is announced?  This time-speed continuum might be fun for the youngsters waiting with anticipation for the age of driving to come upon them, or the expectant mother-to-be wanting to get the kid out now, or the sick and anguished waiting for the final rest to be rid of the pain. As for the rest of us who really are not in any type of hurry, that time-speed continuum can just take it down a few notches…..some of us are struggling to keep up!

Busy, busy times we live in!  While the localized issues of today rage in our backyard, the general issues of today flourish within the communities, the major issues of today build-up globally, all these things happen and we seem to be missing out!  Are we becoming so obsessed with more and more events going on at once that we lose out on the simple things?  Are we craving for more activity in an over-active life?  I think that a simple check of current trends within the health community will show that we really are gluttons.  Gluttons to the need for more busy, busy, busy within our realms.  But, wait! There’s more! If you hurry now, you can effectually create a wave from the center of your pond to ripple out into the community, then the nation, and subsequently the whole planet!   Share, spread, fuel!

BRAKES! Why?  Why this need? Hasn’t anyone heard of the very sage-like statement: ‘Too much on our plates”?  Hello?! We don’t have very big plates to begin with, so continuing to heap mounds and mounds of more stress, anger, hurt, anxiety, pain, anguish, confusion, and a host of other words onto that small plate we have been assigned in life, is utter madness!  The time-speed continuum is being fueled by this type of behavior.   We are so focused on creating more clutter that the truly important events in our lives fade back and are now blurry at best.  We blame the time-speed continuum for taking away that special moment when in actuality, we took it away.  We buried it under a mound of busy clutter.  It’s that comedic bit where they open that closet and loads of junk, stuff, things, items, whatever you want to call it, come crashing down around us.  Do we really find the item we wanted to see?

I have become fond of the word “shiney”.  I use it in many situations where I want to point out the futility of people trying to focus on one thing and seemingly drifting off to another, then another, then another, until finally they are miles away from the starting point.  That shiney that we give in to so much these days is that desire to have it all, at once, without the slightest regard to things we already have had….such as the important events we want to memorialize.  The shiney’s of our desires have been the creation of the time-speed continuum.  We are not settled for the simple, basics of life.  We crave that closet full of “stuff”.  We need more and more projects and schedules and plans and things, things, things, to keep us “busy”.

Common sense once told us that too much of a good thing can be detrimental to our lives.  That common sense was clear in flagging us to when we were starting to get overloaded.  There comes a time when that shiney is actually our Achille’s Heel and we end up losing……everything!

A great song that was shared with the world long ago (so it seems!) contained the title ‘Who knows where the time goes?’.   I borrow the beginning verse to share with you how simplicity has its beauty.

“Across the morning sky, all the birds are leaving.  But, how can they know it’s time for them to go?”

They know when to leave, before the winter’s fire.  Why? Simple….they don’t fuel the time-speed continuum and lose track of the important things.  They have amongst them: Common Sense!

And, now a word from YOUR sponsor…(oh, woe is we….)

I was on Facebook this morning and there are many who like to ‘repost’ various statements of alarm or cause….asking for you to do the same and show support and solidarity.  I’ve never been much of a follower in that respect, with the exception of the following:

Salary of the US President. ..$400,000 . Salary of retired US Presidents …$180,000. Salary of House/Senate…$174,000. Salary of Speaker of the House.. .$223,500. .. Salary of Majority/Minority Leaders… $193,400.. .Average Salary of Soldier DEPLOYED IN IRAQ $38,000… I think we found where the cuts should be made! ( NOT OUR TEACHERS OR SOLDIERS!)

There is a level of validity to that statement that someone shared with the “Facebook” world.  Valid in pointing out, once again, that this nation is on the verge of financial ruin.  My state is in shutdown, the federal government is facing virtual “foreclosure”, and taxes and fees continue to go up and up.

So, in my usual calm, cool, and collected manner, I recommended that we don’t keep ‘reposting’ these comments, but that we should consider calling up the morons, I mean representatives.  The folks we elected that are supposed to be representing the people.   The ones that are stealing your taxes to use for stupid ‘pet’ projects instead of using them for important stuff that dang-near every American, who has two or more brain cells, supports…like education for our children (teachers), military support to protect us from the ‘crazies’ who like to blow up everything (including their own people), and our own citizens…folks here legally and hard-working trying to survive…not the sneaky bastards that are scamming the system and getting benefits they do NOT deserve!

Ok, I will admit that it was more of a soap-box, grand-standing, all-out-vent-party-tirade that I blasted.  But, I continued with the opera:

Let’s stop the greedy morons from continuing to take our hard-earned money so they can send it all overseas to undeserving, hating, terrorists. Let’s get the ‘representatives’ to understand that they are supposed to represent the people…not represent themselves or whoever happens to have an open wallet!  This is getting stupid! My parents have worked their whole life, putting into the social security fund, and now they, and millions more, face possibly no checks? Why? Because of morons who kiss up to terrorists, illegals, special interests, and, oh…..each other! Thanks for throwing away our hard-earned money…ya big dummies!

CHECK PLEASE!

So, now that the indicators had screamed “no more coffee for you”, I figured that it was time to justify my bellowing with the “common sense” theme for the day.  After all, I have always been a fan of the term.  Common is simply meaning ‘shared alike’ and   Sense is sound practical judgment.  Sharing sound practical judgment.  I like that!

So, onward and ‘somewhere’ward we march.   I want to share some more insight to that term Common Sense.  It truly is a powerful, yet simple term.  A term that describes the water cooler conversations, the commute to work discussions, the vocalizing back to the radio or t.v., the family functions that solve the worlds problems over a few brats and beers.  Common Sense is out  there amongst the people of this great land, but for some reason, is in hiding from the shadows of government hall.  They have denounced its’ power, cut off ties that once existed, and forbade the use of it within their circles.

Well, sadly for them, it wants to make the greatest comeback ever! Hopefully, it will surface before the damage is beyond repair!

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again….

Being a Minnesota state employee has led to a very unique mindset that I never thought would be in my world.  I’ve almost likened the layoff and games of politics to watching the school yard:

“Well, the last couple of weeks at my school (School of HardKnocks…wanted Julliard, but something about money…anyway, I digress..!), has been really tough.  You see, there has been these two groups of bullies that have been causing all kinds of problems for all the students.  Some folks call them gangs, some refer to them as political parties, but I just think they are bullies.

Anyway, they started by taking our lunch money from us (and breakfast and dinner), then making us stand outside in the rain.  It’s been really rough for so many of the students at our school.  But, that’s not the worst part.

It turns out that the trouble-makers that have caused such disruptions in the classrooms aren’t fellow students, but the so-called teachers themselves! I know, right!!!  So much for that whole “lead by example” stuff we were taught!

So, it seems that the two groups of bullies have been fighting against each other and that us students were just “caught in the middle”.  I think they called us casualties-of-war, or cannon-fodder, or some type of branding.  Now I’m sure that the blame-game will commence and each side will say it was the other sides fault that students were hurt.  Then, they’ll say it was friendly-fire, but no one will accept responsibility (which is something we are supposed to do when we make a mistake….learned that at a better school).

My fear, as with so many other students at the School of HardKnocks, is going back to classes.  It’s going to be hard to trust again.  Seeing the cheesy, fake smiles of the teachers/bullies as they try to welcome us back to class….knowing darn well that for each handshake or pat on the back they give us, their other hand is holding sharp objects that could cause deep wounds for life.  (Hmm…sounds like several movies I’ve seen in the past, or maybe I was reading this scenario somewhere before…maybe some history books, or something……).

Begrudgingly, we will be led back to the rooms, like lambs, told to nevermind what has happened in the past, but to look to the future…’cuz they said so! (insert another history lesson here)

At this point, I’m not sure I’ve learned anything positive out of this whole thing other than the two gangs of bullies are certainly not very nice, or trusting, or smart.  Seems to me that all of us that attend the School of HardKnocks would benefit more from different teachers!   I know if we students had acted like that, we would have been punished and even expelled!  Can they teachers be expelled…..soon?

Well, I’ll close for now.  I can’t wait for Band Camp in 2012!  I hear they have some really colorful camp counselors that want to lead us students!!!! I wonder if we will learn anything new there…or just repeat that same thing, again?”

Then again, the school yard never left you needing to file for unemployement when you are “employed”.

This sign is 'not' around any Minnesota government buildings.

Hello world!

Well, this is just the intro. Nothing more, nothing less.  This is where you get to know me, my ideology, and my likes and disdains. Well, hate to break it to you right off the bat, but, I’m going to have to write the prose of me at a later time.

I will say this though….I was once a happy-go-lucky, naive, and simple lad, content within the confines of my ‘happy place’. But, since being enrolled in the school of hard knocks, have become jaded to the workings of failed empires, changing tides of societal mentality, and stupid people behind the wheel.

In other words, I have solutions.  It’s the lost art of “common sense”.  Something that I hope to resurrect. Well, not me alone.  I would love to have an entire mass grow with an urge to “sense” some reality back to society!

We’ll talk later.  For now, fare thee well!