In this Here and Now

Change often comes in many forms, and often these forms do not wait in line for one another to take place, or have a specific order in which they come; almost always, these changes set themselves upon the soul and alter it in ways that we not only need, but in ways I feel like most of us want in one way or another.

Take a snapshot of yourself in your mind. A picture of how you imagine yourself. What kind of person are you? What kind of person do you want to be? The wanting to change is what I'm talking about. Some people are able to change on the spot, with nothing more than shear force of will for a catalyst in the process, and they come out on the other side as better people; at least to their own eyes.

Some people are incapable of willingly changing, at least on the conscious level. I think I'm one of those. For starters, I'm using myself as an example for my own point that I'm trying to make...what does this say about me? That I'm often very self-involved, and, consequently, seem like a self-centered person in most lights. That's pretty much the truth; or at least it was. I changed, though...not by a shear force of will, but over period of time in which pressure was applied mentally, physically, and, specifically, emotionally.

That pressure, over time, began to alter the landscape of my personality: instead of caves and valleys, mountains began to rear their summits towards my inner-skies, which, in turn, were clearing up like an aged face will clear itself of acne. Rivers were running, and thought-fish, (what better way to explain a thought than through a fish?), were now in abundance.

It was a dramatic change.

It was not facilitated by me.

So that begs the question: who, or what, changed me?
God?
This could be argued, being that the change was generally for the good.
But I am more partial to this explanation: my subconscious changed my conscious mind for the better.
One can argue against the existence of a subconscious; could even argue that it is simply the workings of sociological theories on one's mind; such as this: perhaps over time, my mind picked up enough bits-and-pieces on how to apply several minute changes, over a period of one year, from television, radio, the internet, and other people as a whole.

Sure.
One could argue that.

But, really, who ever thinks of what they absorb on a conscious level?
Ask anyone. Take a poll. Make a survey and distribute it.
The answer will almost certainly be the same: nobody, (or at least something very close to nobody), does.

In this here and now, in this very moment, I have come to the realization that life is a series of circles; a series of cyclic pathes worn down to dirt in the fields of our minds; old roads that we make for ourselves over and over again, throughout our short-term lives. The vital question is this: will I break from the routine and run a straight route, fresh and unknown, to wherever?

Well, that's food for thought until the sequel is written, I suppose.

Things to remember:
Postitive Mental Attitude.
Nineteen is an addicting number (look for it, I dare you.)
Stories don't tell themselves.
The key to any one's heart lies in the power of art.

Sincerely yours'-
Miles