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A track by track chronicle and ongoing history of the music of JOSE DIAZ.
A track by track chronicle and ongoing history of the music of JOSE DIAZ.
DELUSIONS AND DREAMS
Posted June-0-23 at 6:33 AM by joseexist
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ffice" /> Delusions come in many sizes. Some twinkle at the very edge of existing, while others dwarf the entire universe. There are no rules to govern the size of any of them and they can be blessings as readily as they can be curses. How we handle them is our own private prerogative. How we regard the delusions we see in others’ character are the basic points from which we judge ourselves. Pangs of guilt stand by beside respect and humility, ready to burst into our morality as our thoughts come to fruition.
Some individuals stand out from the crowd that is humanity with bold and sometimes even abrasive actions. Others silently slip by without even a ripple occurring in our contemplation of the events of the day. Everyone is unique in some way no matter how similar some may seem. Religious and political leanings, languages and customs, superstitions and phobias, all of these things intermesh like oil and water to decorate the roiling foam atop the sea of humanity. To be in control of our delusions is a delusion in and of itself.
Delusions have started wars. Delusions have pushed species to the edge of extinction and beyond. Delusions have raised great cultures and they have razed great cultures to the ground. They have filled oceans with tears of joy just as much as they have filled them with tears of despair. Delusions have led hoards to suicide and they have led hoards to enlightenment.
Make no mistake, delusions can be extremely powerful! They are after all, “illusions”, “hallucinations”, “visions”, “mirages”, “figments of the imagination”, “fantasies”, “apparitions”, “images”, “false beliefs”, and “mistaken notions”. The list goes on but the farther along you follow it the lower you sink into the darkness of the reality of ‘delusion’. To go after the complete definition is a fallacy that easily blooms into a burdensome aberration.
Delusional thoughts are not very perishable. Wrenching them out of mind is like prying diamonds from a magnificent ring so they can be thrown back into the mine they came from. To think we can control our delusions is a delusion and thus, a ‘catch twenty-two’.
I have mine and you have yours. Why not go back to the last three sentences of the first paragraph. A little goes a long way.
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Who can say that they never had dreams to become ‘something’ when they grew up? As children we saw the world thru the eyes of innocence. We christened our heroes along the way and endeavored to be just like them. I watched men walk on the moon and longed to do the same. I watched Jimi Hendrix on television and strove to get a guitar in hand. I saw scientists explaining the wonders of the universe and found myself wanting to think the way they did. Few of our dreams survived thru adolescence and into adulthood. Still, we did dream.
Our dreams were reflected in the games we played. For boys it was cowboys and Indians, war, and a culvert tube on a playground could easily become the bridge of a spaceship. For girls it was house, tea time, and even playing make up. It did not matter where we were born or how we grew up, the way for us to dream was paved. We were all born with the effort to dream teetering atop an infinitely high mountain. At the merest nudge of our senses, the dream was on.
We kept caution at bay with ignorance and chivalry. Grownups yanked our reins to and fro in attempts to guide us with their wisdoms. We sometimes relented but more often than not we screamed ahead at full steam. We reveled in the freedom of the sheer abandon of our dreams. To be held back in any fashion, better yet, to allow ourselves to be held back, was surely sacrilegious.
Our wings were our youth and our naivety powered every beat in succession. Our dreams were the winds that took us up and away from reality and into the stratosphere. We set a sure course for the sun and even as our wings melted with age, we flew on!
How many dreams do you have left today? Do you readily seek a high perch to scan reality from? Wait for the breeze. It will come. You just have to be ready for it, again.
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