Tuesday 28 March 2023

Every choice you make makes you...................


''Life is a matter of choices, and every choice you make
makes you.''
(John C. Maxwell)

The first time I met him he was smoking a huge cigar.
He was leaning back in a cozy chair, legs wide apart and with
an arrogant smirk on his face pontificating about
how stupid and feebleminded people are.
With the confidence of an Evangelical preacher he was
preaching the gospel of Greed and how the procurement of
 money was the only thing in life worth fighting for.
I did not like him and although he was a family friend,
I made sure to be unavailable as often as possible
 when he came for visits.
My mother (who had noticed my disappearing act)
once asked me what it was about him that
I disliked so much.
Fumbling for words to describe verbally how his
presence affected me ''physically'', I told her
that when he was in the room I felt as if he brought with
him a numinous(unphysical) presence of malevolence,
cynicism, unkindness and condescension.
(In hindsight, I guess I could have just said that
he oozed really bad vibes.)
The story goes that he had a bad upbringing and that
he joined the merchant navy at 15 years old.
From there he had done all sorts of jobs and slowly
by being (in is view) smart he had managed to become wealthy.
His motto being ''Greed is good'' was his guiding
life principle. Kindness, generosity and compassion had
no place in his life. Not even in regards to his wife, children,
sibling and friends.
When he made choices he made them based on:
''what's in it for me, and what's the payout''.
Making a long story shorter, eventually old and sick
his choices lead him to spend his last days in a
private hospital bed hooked up to a number of
life support machines with no hope of recovery.
Was it not for his longsuffering and compassionate
sister and ever loving and forgiving son leaving
their homes and flying across the globe to be by his side,
he would have died alone.
His last spoken words, I am told, was: ''I leave nothing
for my children.''

''Life is a matter of choices, and every choice you make
makes you.''

Some say that on an average, we make around 35.000
choices every day.
With every choice we make there is an outcome.(Consequence)
(Even making a choice to not make a choice, is a choice
with an outcome.)
How do we make choices?
Often deliberately and consciously, but also
by gut-feeling, instinct, habit/subconsciously.
We make choices by gathering information, considering
consequences/outcomes, considering options, etc. etc.
What we often are unaware of when we make choices
is that past experiences, different kinds of biases,
 mindset and emotional state very much affect 
the choices we make.
There is research that reveals that emotions constitute
potent, pervasive, predictable, sometimes harmful
and sometimes beneficial ''drivers'' in our decision making.
Have you ever woken up in the morning and asked yourself:
-Oh, man, why did I do that? Bad choice #&!
It felt right at the time? Seemed fun. I wasn't thinking.
I was being spontaneous. I knew I shouldn't have
but I did it anyway. And so on.

''Our lives are the result of our choices.
If we don't like our lives,
we need to make different choices.''
(Kuzhandwizdom)


''Eventually our little choices are going to become
habits that affect the bigger decisions
we make in life.''
(Jim George)

Before the Man(in the above story) died, he had
come back here to Australia, contacted his sister
and demanded that she would nurse him.
Having tended to his demands many times before, 
and knowing how difficult he was, the sister said no this time.
He then flew back to where he had come from(some Asian
island I think) and checked himself into a private
hospital that cost $2.000 a day. By this stage he was so
poorly that the hospital phoned the sister and told her to
come. His son, a tenderhearted, generous and compassionate
man, ignored and belittled by his father most of his life,
joins the man's sister and then spends day and night
at his father's bedside.
With no hope of recovery, all machines are removed
and with his last breath of life the father tells his son:
''I leave nothing for my children.''


Don't wait another day to make those choices
you know you should make.
Life only happens now.


about the image: ''The last Breath''
Charcoal on paper, some editing in Elements

Wednesday 22 March 2023

Everyone we meet is fighting a battle we know nothing about............


Bone tired she sits down on her pink chair
in front of the mirror.
Her feet are aching, her back hurting and the
smile on her face long gone.
Carefully she removes her feathered wig and places
it on its stand.
One by one she goes through her well rehearsed
routine of ''de-frocking'', of unmasking, of transforming,
until she finally emerges as Brian, the typical ''guy next door''.
Having removed all visible signs of ''Tooloolah the Exotic'';
his effervescent, exotic and fabulous true self, he begins
yet another transformation: becoming Brian, the guy next door.
Carefully he puts Tooloolah and all her ''bits'' in a costume bag.
With the bag draped over his right arm he
 walks to the back of the dressing room, unlocks locker 19 and
for another six days, Tooloolah the Exotic lives no more
except for in Brian's imagination.
How long can I keep doing this? he asks himself as he
steps out of the club.
While searching for his car keys in his overcoat pockets
and in deep thought, he suddenly finds himself
pushed to the ground.
His head is hurting from hitting the ground and he feels
very confused.
-Look at this fucking pathetic DragQueen guys,
not so exotic now is he!!
The pain in his head is making it hard for Brian
to see anything but he thinks he can see three
masked men standing at his feet.
As he tries to get up all three men starts to beat him,
kick him and spit on him.
He decides to curl into a fetal position and not
say anything.
-Come on Tooloolah, give us a fucking song, show
us how good you are at faking it, you faggot!!!
Brian knows that they are going to start
beating and kicking him again so
 puts up his arms to cover his face and tries
to protect himself as much as he can. 
With the taste of blood in his mouth and his
whole body screaming with pain, he passes out.

-I think he is waking up now Doctor, he hears
someone in the far distance say.
He tries to speak but he can't move his lips.
-Don't speak, just listen, someone says which
he assumes is the doctor.
-Brian, you are in hospital and you have multiple
injuries that we have tried to tend to as best as we can.
-You have serious bruises to most of your body
and severe lacerations on your face. Fortunately there
are no breaks but it will take quite some time for you
to heal. You will have to remain here until we can be
sure that there are no complications or infections.
Meanwhile we will give you pain medication and
intravenous antibiotics. You will heal, but there may
be some scarring. Is there someone we should contact
for you? We have contacted the police as you
have obviously been violently beaten up. They
will come to ask you some questions when you are
able to speak. Is that okay with you?
Brian nods his head in affirmation.
-Good. I'll come back later and look in on you.
Until then, the nurses will look after you.
The doctor gives Brian's left hand a gentle tap 
and then exits the room.
As stillness settles in the room Brian tries
to think.

How will he tell his wife about Tooloolah?
How will he tell his mum, his brother, his sister?
With the police being involved he can't see that
he can keep his secret from his family any longer.
-The pain medication may numb my physical pain
but not so my mental anguish, he thinks to himself.
-Time for Tooloolah to meet the family I guess,
he thinks and then presses the nurse button.
With outmost effort and a very dry mouth Brian
 asks the nurse to please get his wife on the phone.
-Brian!!!! Where have you been???? I have been
so worried about you!! Where are you????
Brian takes a deep breath and then softly, 
choosing his words very thoughtfully and precisely,
he shares his inner most secret with his wife.

''If civilization is to survive we must cultivate
the science of human relationships,
- the ability of all peoples, of all kinds,
to live together.''
(Franklin D. Roosevelt)

''Everyone you meet is fighting a battle
you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.
(Brad Meltzer)

about the image: acrylic on large canvas
painted with a cloth and fingers only
some editing in Elements
title: The DragQueen

Monday 6 March 2023

Fun is a mindset..........


-Are you coming dad? I asked excitedly.
-I will, he answered.
Looking at his face I could see that going
down the slippery dip did not seem to excite him
as much as it did me.
So I asked him if he didn't think that going down
slippery dips was any fun.
-What you think is fun now will change
as you grow older, he answered. 
At the time I did not realize just how profound
his statement was, but his words found a place to linger
in my subconscious and every now and then, they
pop up in my consciousness.
What do we mean when we say that we are
having fun?
As far as I can ascertain, we are having fun when 
we are doing something we enjoy.
Thing is, us humans are fickle and what may be fun
right now, may be boring and uninteresting tomorrow.
My father was right, our concept of what we experience
as fun changes as our life experiences changes us.
Some people say its fun to troll people, some
people say its fun to make fun of others, some
people say its fun to prank others, some people
view bullying as fun, some people say its fun
to catfish, some people say its fun to scam others, etc. etc.
Fun is subjective, it can be interpreted in many different
ways. It is a unique experience to each of us and 
therefore tricky to give a universal definition.
However,
Personally, if hurting others in any way is ''fun'' to
us, then I think we need to do a bit of self-reflection
and figure out why causing others pain makes us
experience this as ''enjoyment/fun''.

Trying to figure out what fun means to me
these days, I have come up with a few ''ingredients''
that I think needs to be included in the definition
of the word fun:
novelty, curiosity, spontaneity, and a sense
of timelessness.
(Timelessness as in while having fun there is
no sense of time.)
I have also come to the conclusion that to
have fun does not have to include other people.
The bird in the above image is made up by
a number of different cardboard pieces, like
a puzzle, and when put together made this
beautiful little Fairy Wren. Putting it together
was great fun for me.
Discovering that if I hosed down the beach umbrella 
on my deck at a specific angle it started to spin at
great knots spraying water all over the place, was
also great fun.
Chasing our cat around the couch, up and down 
the stairs when she is in a frisky mood, also fun.
Sitting down at the piano and just improvising,
fun.
Watching crazy Brit comedies, fun.
Listening to Djent/Fusion music together with my son, fun.
Painting, sketching, taking photographs, fun.
Doing and trying new things, fun.
My father was right, what I today experience as fun
keeps changing every day.
Fun, it seems, is a mindset.
A mindset that is malleable, open, curious and
brave.

''You don't need an amusement park nor a party to
have fun, all you need is a bit of curiosity,
imagination and gumption.
Fun is a mindset.''
(Citizen Z)

about the image: A photo taken with my crappy old Canon
camera