an adrenaline fueled few moments...

I got a little excitement today...

The smoke detector and fire alarm on my floor went off and discharged the automated fire extinguisher system - if this sounds logical then it is because my heart rate is now back to normal and my logical faculties are obviously working... I can even laugh at it now but i kid you not - it wasn't funny when it happened and I hope this kind of hing never occurs again.

When this happened - the entire office tried to fit through one door and it might have been funny in hindsight but funny was the least of our worries when it occurred.

In a tense situation - a calm mind tends to produce better results than a frantic, panic clogged one.
At no time was this lesson driven home than when this event transpired - people first raced out then finally allowed some sentiment of logic to operate when bits and pieces of the story started coming out.

The adrenaline for the fight or flight syndrome is finally wearing off, I'm feeling tired and sleepy and worn out - perhaps the ill effects of coming down from my "adrenaline" high...

In all - it was an exciting few moments...

The New year's promise and prospects...

We are here...
As always. There is nowhere else we can be.
Otherwise we would have been there instead of here.

It begins - like a factory reset and yet I get the feeling that I'm not yet working as expected. It is too early to tell and yet this certainty that I am drifting through life on a non-charted course persists.

I like the view and enjoy the adventure but wonder how long I can keep up with this meaningless drivel - maybe it is the lack of something to direct my passions to...

Maybe it is the feeling that my youth is sailing away - never to return.

Maybe I am just - sober...

Whatever it is - it will be dealt with and life will as usual move on.

word power

To promote the written word - to breathe life into it and watch it become something else. A man once said: the moment your creation leaves the confines of your mind and becomes alive - it ceases to belong to you.

Maybe that's the history behind words - for as long as I can remember, I have loved them and marveled at how they have come to shape our thoughts, our views and our actions.

They are by and large passive creatures - sitting in the cool shade of our minds, shaping themselves by the events and happenings - gaining momentum and weight until they emerge to take form and substance.

They are motivators and actuators - moving us inevitably in the direction that begets action.
They are like that unattainable mistress - they tease you with their silver tipped promises of greatness and wealth - they seduce you with guise and visions of grandeur all for that elusive moment of brief enlightenment - when you feel you are the peers of the gods...

They can create desire and ambition - they shape and commit men to paths of greatness of doom. They can maim and wound deeply - causing scars that are difficult to heal...

Words are the life force of ideas and the means of destruction - their purpose as messengers cannot be forgotten or down played.