I Believe Everything Happens For A Reason.

Ever heard those words before? Ever agree with them, or know someone who does? Have you ever taken the time to really kind of think about exactly what that means; everything happening for a reason? I have, I hear this all the time,. I especially hate when its on the news and someones child, friend, or relative have died or been murdered and someone in the family says that it must have been their time to go "everything happens for a reason." I think its very naive to be able to believe such a thing, everything happening for a reason, its pretty much impossible.

Think about it. If at some point something ever reaches a billion of something, its stops being a miracle, it stops being special it just becomes simply too much. There are billions of us on this planet and we have reproduced ignorantly in such amounts that meaning was lost centuries ago, so to think that all several billion of us have a meaning or a reason or fall into this divine path pf planning is ridiculous. This might have been believable if there were only a couple hundred thousand, or maybe just a few million, but three billion? I think not.

Its hard for people to accept reality for the harsh pointless unforgiving place it tends to be, sometimes things just happen, for no other reason than the chain of events that led up to them. In example: Guy A gets into his car drunk, drives onto the highway  Guy B is in his car with whomever he may be with. / Guy A hits Guy B killing Guy B and all of his passengers. The reason behind this? Guy A was drunk driving, that's the hard to truth. Shitty timing for Guy B, there was no divine reason for this, he wasn't suppose to die this way. It just happened.

So in conclusion. There are simply too many of us to have to be part of some divine reasoning. Who knows maybe some people are apart of something magically bigger picture, but probably not. Most every is just living life in the way it transpired. I challenge people to accept reality more for what it is. Unpredictable. Everything happens for a reason? No, some things just happen.

Photography

Honestly one of the biggest reasons I switched from Blogger to Tumblr was because of the photography atmosphere. I’ve really been wanting to get into photography, I’ve posted pictures in here, but I haven’t even begun to truly tap into it yet. So it feels like Im wasting my new DSLR camera, I just haven’t really found my edge. I think I have a great photographers eye, but I don’t have any drive to go out and seek anything.

So this all brings me to my summer plans, in what I’m calling “The Summer Of Photograhpy & Exploration”. It’s the first time I’ve actually legitimately planned todo anything for a summer in a pretty long time, I kind of normally just tend to let things happen, and most of the time that’s nothing at all; so this is a breakthrough all in itself.

So it seems like I kind of limit myself with my writings cause it seems like the bulk of the Tumblverse isn’t interested in reading, they are interested in seeing. To be fair most of my dashboard was/is loaded with pictures so I guess if nothing else I am part of the general behavior.

Selfish

I have a tendency to be possessive with my possessions; it’s like a selfish, greediness. I don’t like it about myself, and I’m completely conscious of when I’m being this way, but I continue on anyways. I think this all stems from when I was younger. When I was a kid my family moved, and when we did me and brothers were told we would have to get new bedroom sets because our current ones were too old.

During the move I stayed with my cousin until it was over, and when I arrived to the new place I discovered my brother got to keep one of his old mattresses. This was an issue cause we regularly had movie nights and he would pull out that mattress and lay there during movies; I was never allowed on it. It was his and because it belonged to him he could decide if I were allowed on it. I was super jealous of that thing and always wanted something of my own. We shared a room and he was older than me, he had things like the NES ans SNES, I had things like Hot-Wheels that I was completely uninterested in. I always wanted to have something he might want to use jut so I could say no to him.

So all of these years later I think those trivial mattress trials influenced me in a very bitter, unpleasant way. I’m working on it.

The Abstract Galaxy of Doom

The other night I had a random dream, I guess somehow more random than any other dreams I ever have, but in this dream I was having dinner with the family. My nephews, brother and his girlfriend and my mom. Out the window for some reason there was a spectacular sight happening in the sky, I could see 8 abstract planets that that didn’t really seem to resemble anything that I have seen or read before. Space was glowing a beautiful neon blue with tons of bright white stars as the planets were aligning, I had this powerful urge to take a picture; I wanted to get this moment forever. Suddenly, there were strange people all over, the house became kind of chaotic, and it made getting to my camera an obstacle, but I finally got to it and when I finally went out side and started adjusting my cameras settings I had this feeling like this was a sign of the end of the world, but the sight was incredible.

It was yet another apocalyptic dream that I’ve had. I’ve had a large number of these dreams this year, this one didn’t involve pain or a gross amount of fear, but it was a feelingly of almost divine hopelessness. Like if a tornado ravished a town, its an act of nature, nothing could prevent it. The feeling and knowing that somethings actually are unstoppable is overwhelming. Like all my dreams, I don’t know what this meant if anything, but its one of those dreams that sticks with you.

Memories / Stories #1

This is going to seem a little macabre, but when I was really young, like maybe seven or eight, I used to have this fear that someone somewhere would kidnap me, stuff me in a small safe, load me onto a plane and then drop me off into the middle of the ocean. The idea of small spaces frightened me, but also the idea of suffocation was terrifying. I figured it would be a nightmare to have to swim from the bottom of the ocean all the way to the top without drowning , I was too young to realize that I would have probably have died in the safe long before it could reached the bottom of the ocean. This thought, which was actually spawned in a dream, always stuck with me. The ocean seems so eerie to me now, I have this odd fear of large, dark, shadowy figures swimming at me.

It’s interesting what you remember from a young age, of all the dreams why is that the one I remember the best? It doesn’t matter in the end, my mind will remember what it wants, I kind of like not having complete control.

Its Graffiti With Punctuation

The title is a line from the movie Contagion, in which the world is faced with a new virus that is quickly spread, higly contagious and deadly. While it was a good movie in my opinion, theres a particular part of the movie that really glued itself to me. That part was when Elliott Gould’s character in frustration spoke “Blogging isn’t writing, its graffiti with punctuation” to Jude Law’s characther who he played as a journalist.

I have been blogging since 2006, when I discovered Blogger.com it was history. I perferred blogs over the traditional website, for news of all kinds. One of the main arguments against blogs is that they are just too opininated. Personally, I like when a blog or website makes its standing clear, it has always bugged me when I notice how over the years a certain website or news organizing is leaning in a certain direction, or simply give favorable coverage on certain things that they claim to be neutral on.

Blogs are pretty open and shut, while they aren’t perfect, the distinction of those opinions is what makes them so great, I think to argue that Blogging isn’t journalism is rather primitive, things being discussed in the “blogosphere” make national news and headlines, sway political campagns, start trends, expose, create or dispel controversies, they literally do it all.

By no means are blogs perfect though, more likely on blogs than on traditional websites or news programs, are radical opinions and ideologies, and while sometimes they can be good things, other times they are anything but. With the right amount of dedication a blog can catch on, then hundreds of thousands of unsuspecting and naive readers can be pumped with all kinds of information; whether its true or not is in the power of the writer, who may or may not have ulterior motives, but even still, blogs cant be ruled out.

They are powerful tools, and its still expanding, gaining more influence, and becoming more than just hobbies, they… we are the future. Traditional journalism could very well be blogging in the future, and that’s where I think the fear comes from. Ordinary people can have the power to reach the masses, no longer are we in the day and age where only the big media corporations can tell a story. Now we have just as much power, and they are afraid of it, and you know what? They should be!

Return from Tumblr

It's been quite sometime since I've blogged on blogger, but I'm back now. I sailed my ship to Tumblr for some fresh new inspiration. I imported a lot of my blogger content, and to be honest I got about 100 percent more traffic on tumblr. Tumblr is great for photography, the platform seems almost built for it. But the issue I had with it is that when your no pumping in the media content i.e photos, videos, music the traffic really takes a hit. So many of my writings went unnoticed.

That's when I realized that tumblr is a place for the visual reader almost specifically so. I think blogger balances better and for anyone remotely interested in writing this is the place to be