Barriers Of Genius

A few thoughts:
As midnight tolls from a distance, I hear those voices speak from an inner solitude. To the common man of his time genius is hidden like a road sign we see so often on our way. It becomes so familiar with it's presence along the road that we almost heed to it's message before we even comprehend it's meaning. We take for granted how it may have saved a life, or simply gave direction to a stranger passing through. That is how we become complacent in our day to day routine.
Sometimes we discount our own worth by that pessimistic voice in our head that says "I can't take any more" or "I'm not good enough."
How would it be if we stopped for a moment, and took it all in, and truly listened?
 Believe in the gift given, look up, and see the night sky as never before. Imagine possibilities only dreamt of in a restless sleep. Count stars as blessings, and problems as opportunities. Grow like the wild flower in a remote place far from the gardener's hoe, or the plowman's pruning hook. See the genius of your vision, and break through barriers of self doubt and, societal scope. Know that in your own unique way, a sign post has been driven just for you for others to follow. Good night.

Meaningless Noise

A Few Thoughts:

Just one of those days, a frigid February day;
when I would rather gather no moss, like a rolling stone, but my butt is still frozen to this chair, and I wonder if I care, or dare to mention it doesn't matter to me who won the Superbowl.
Friend, if all we have in common is brief conversation about the weather, work, or the scores from last night, then we really have failed to mention that life is about more than dull improvisation that we care when we're just too damb caught up in our own situation to dig deeper into the intricate details that make us who we are as human beings. Blame our parents, blame our schools for not giving us enough tools to talk face to face, because hell, now we have Facebook, and who needs the art of true communication?
And again I wonder where I'm going when I know where I've been; it's with you my friend that we'll sit beside a crackling fire, have a drink, and share our desire to be more than a profile on a page in cyberspace. So tell me your story, and I'll lend you my ears, and life will transcend all those empty years we filled with meaningless noise.
God bless,
Witt