END OF THE WORLD ORIGINAL ART SALE!

Cend of the world original art saleome December 21, 2012, we may not have to worry about much…

The Mayans predicted that the would would end tomorrow…
Until then, why not buy some original BOB THE SQUIRREL ART!

This is a ONE DAY OFFER! Click on the image to get yourself on the end of the world bandwagon.
Either way, we all come out as winners, right?

making resolutions…

resolutions

I like to make resolutions.  One of the resolutions I have recently made was to not lie as much as I usually do.  In other words, I genuinely, passionately dislike making resolutions.  They never work.  I’m more inclined to blame them than my lack of an attention span or capacity to give a monkey’s toss after a certain point in the process.

Still, we make them.  Maybe it’s because we think that this year will be different, that something will click and everything wrong that took months to build up will somehow be righted because there’s a new calendar up on the wall.  Not likely.  I tell myself every year that I’m done with them.  But I make them.  I write them down, I study them, I commit them to memory.  A day later I start to ignore the first one.  A day after that the second one bites the dust… and so on and so on until… POOF!  it’s February and I don’t have to feel guilty anymore.

So go ahead, make those resolutions… the world might be ending at the end of the week anyway…might as well go out feeling you’ve accomplished something.  If the world doesn’t end, well… there’s always February.

off to see the wizard…

wizard

Yes, I’m gonna talk about the Wizard of Oz... not that Potter guy…

You always have the power within yourself to be or do whatever you want…you just need to be tested.  The journey is part of that test… to have adventure and to see what you’re really made of.  Maybe, the journey reveals that what you initially sought didn’t mean as much as you thought it did.  Maybe, placebos work much better as a cure than actual medication.  Maybe tin men should get clear coated to prevent rust…or maybe find a less in-the-elements type of vocation to pursue.

The Wizard in the Wizard of Oz was a faker… but a faker with a heart… albeit a conceited, cowardly and selfish heart.  It was a heart nonetheless.

We tend to fool ourselves more than we’re honest with ourselves.  I think that this is completely normal just so long as one doesn’t eliminate the other completely.  Fooling ourselves allows us to do things we never thought we could do.  Being honest with ourselves allows us to figure out what needs to be done.
If I’m being honest with myself, I don’t think I’m the Wizard.  If I’m fooling myself, then I probably already forgot.

Just follow the yellow brick road, okay?

 

pressure…pushing down on me…

pressure

Ah, pressure… how I love thee.  I don’t know even if I’d ever want to be a diamond… it might be a bit uncomfortable trying to get comfortable all the time.  The same is true or being dust… you can never be too sure if you’re entirely there… because, well, you’re made of dust.  There must be a happy medium between the two.  I’ve seen Frank take the pressure he’s under and turn it into some great work.  A day later he takes that same pressure and does nothing but eat vanilla pudding all day.  He’s not diamond or dust… he’s like wood with a coupon for some steel.

All this is easier said than done.  You can learn how to deal with pressure, but until you’re actually pressed, what does it mean?  Will you deal well or not so well?  Will you be hard or will you just be blown away?

the fight…

fight

I don’t like to fight.  Even when I need to fight, I don’t like to fight. But when one ends, another one begins… sometimes there are multiple going on at the same time… the ring is to big to find a corner to get some rest in.  Doesn’t matter because the bell never seems to ring anyway…

turned a corner

turned a corner

I think a lot.  I turn a lot of corners.  The life of a squirrel consists of many twists, turns, stops, merges, yields… everything you go through, I probably go through.

Ever think you were the center of the universe?  That you control gravity and therefore must control everything around you?  The length of a day?  The length of a year?  I think i may have mentioned this before, but since I like reading myself talk, I’ll just lay it on you again.  We can control everything but time.  So, the length of the day or year?  I may think I can do something about that… but I’m just fooling myself.  Even if my perception of time were to change, time would not.

Being the center of a universe really, is kind of a misleading statement.  If we can’t truly measure how big the universe is, how can we genuinely determine what point is the center?  We can’t… so don’t think it.  If I turned a corner in the universe, how would I know?