Human Objects.

As promised...I am forcing myself to sit down and write this as a result of this motivation binge I am on currently. Its like the past few weeks have been the calm before the storm. I have just been waiting, and wanting for all hell to break loose (in the best way possible).

Today I had this rather impactful dialogue with my best friend. We were somewhere else for a good 3 hours. Connecting to the spiritual through the physical. Lifting weights seems to be one of those tranquil processes for both of us. Perhaps its the release of endorphins...or maybe just the concentration on the singularity of hard work. Whatever it may be, it works. All of my best ideas and greatest conversations happen during rigorous physical activity. Today was no different.

Andy, my best friend, brought up some very profound points. My reality expanded. Progress. Sometimes when I am in the doldrums of normalises its easy to get deterred from what really matters to self. Only when you are being, just being, will the universe, or God, or whatever you would like to call it brings along exactly what you need. It is only when you relinquish control and learn how to choose your own reality will things manifest into fruition. I also learned today that the movement isn't something that can be taught or learned. You feel it, and undeniably accept...or you don't. You must go through the gauntlet from hell to get to the other side. Everyone goes through it, just depends when.

Andy and I also spoke briefly on the subject of connection--human connection. How individuals starving for attention utilize social networking sites and twitter to find that fiber of connection. At the end of the day, most of us spend a lot of our free time behind a computer or cell phone and not in the physical. We are searching through people's facebook's and reading up about them on twitter rather than seeing, touching, smelling and even tasting each other. We are all starved for 3D contact. We are all hungry for something real and tangible. We put our lives online in hopes that people will be interested enough to talk to us, to communicate freely, to connect on some level. Hell, people are even shamelessly promoting when they brush their teeth...or are stuck in traffic. They want someone there to listen, to care, to understand and support them in whatever capacity available.

Anyway, enough of a tirade. Just some lofty concepts to think about. You do think, don't you...?