24 July 2009 @1400

24 July 2009 1400

I didn’t write yesterday. I actually sat all the way through the movie, The Watchmen, and then after those 3+ hours, which I will never get back, talked to my wife until 2:00am about the nature of the universe, reality, existence, and the collective mind that governs everything regardless of scale or size. Those talks with her remind me why I married her in the first place. I have always benefited from her insight and perspective on things. She has also always challenged me to think outside of the box, sometimes completely laterally. I have learned so much from her and have become a better person for having married her.

Anyway, I was supposed to do some homework, wasn’t I? I did start, but for some reason the simplicity of the question continues to evade me. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be trying to figure out what would make my life perfect or if I’m to write about what I would do if everything suddenly became perfect. It seems nearly impossible to do the latter without defining the former.

What would make my life perfect?

I could list all of the typical things that people wish for when they liberate genies from oil lamps, but I’m at least cognizant enough to know that none can change me from the inside; that I would still be subject to the burden of free will and the responsibility to effect my own paradigm shift. What a fool I would appear to be, wealthy beyond measure, healthy, strong, loved, and admired, were I to still see the world through despair-colored glasses.

My archetype is flawed. By nature it cannot be repaired, merely modified in the time that remains.

I’m reminded of the way that my parents used to split a Coke between me and my brother and stretch it by pouring mineral water into our glasses as well. It was technically still Coke, but had they continued to water it down it would eventually reach a point where it could no longer be referred to as such.
I am the sum of my experiences and my perspective is their consequence. I cannot change what made me who and what I am today, but I can begin to influence my own transformation in the present, much like that transmutation of Coke into water, by acknowledging and believing in my own potential. My hindsight and my insight will improve my foresight.

Should I encounter said genie, given that I have chosen to modify my perspective and move forward into my new perfect life rather than constantly reliving my past, I can say without hesitation that I would no longer be working for the government or living in this state. I would have a huge home built in Honolulu, an upscale apartment in Paris, and downtown loft in Chicago. I would send my wife back to college to learn whatever she desires to learn. If it is physical therapy or sports medicine I would open up a clinic for her. I would send my son to the Punahou School in Honolulu. I’d study philosophy, cosmology, literature, graphic design, architecture, drafting, religion, and anything else that would inspire my imagination. I would make sure that my brother’s family is as set for life as mine. I would be the prime investor and majority owner of the guitar company that is building my designs. I’d buy my own Cessna Citation X, hire a crew, and we would travel; see the world. I would invest in clean technologies, suitable replacements for fossil fuels, and free sources of energy. I would also invest in long distance space travel and exploration, as well as the colonization of the moon and Mars. I would create a chain of schools with the highest standard of education available, the best paid teachers in the country, make it available to any child or adult, and target the curriculum to the individual. I’d form (or join) a think tank of disgustingly wealthy visionaries to help steer the world’s focus away from its current flawed destructive system to one that meets the mental, physical, and emotional, needs of every man, woman, and child on Earth.

I would write until my hands hurt and then write some more.