Wise Old Owl...
"The wise old owl stood on his bed,
the more he heard the less he said.
The less he said the more he thought,
just how many could be bought?"
~Unknown
I have found this quote in the most peculiar place. It was in a Esquire magazine on artwork by Ralph Staedmon. He did not recall where he had heard it, but I thought the meaning behind it was very good. We just have to listen sometimes. Step back from all of the talking, constant noise of the new world, and commotion of everyday life. We have to listen to what is truly going on. What is it that we are really experiencing, and how is it that we are supposed to interpret it? It may tie to the overused question of 'What is the meaning of life?' But, what is it that we are listening for. Are we listening for an overwhelming voice that is secretly telling us what we are destined to do, to accomplish? Or is it that with the advance of listening we can truly hear the clarity in life? It may be a combination of the two: one leading and one silently contemplating what to make of it. These premonitions are to be what guides us, but often we are too deaf to make the message out. I hope that some day I will be able to hear the messages clearly, and be able to revel in the silence that will allow the path to come forth. These are the messages I constantly think of, but I have somehow missed most of them. Confusion is part of life, and mostly a decision I make to not see the obvious way I am to go. But this confusion also makes for my life to be a constant change. It allows me to never be in a rut, never underestimating the challenges of life and the opportunities have been granted. Without this silence, I would never question what I was to do. I would live every day knowing exactly what it would bring. Miscommunication, even within your own thoughts, makes life what it is. I am glad that sometimes I am wise and listen, but my mislead confusion is what I live for.
P.S. As of today there are only about 39 days until I get home...I cannot wait. Miss you all and hope to see you all soon.
the more he heard the less he said.
The less he said the more he thought,
just how many could be bought?"
~Unknown
I have found this quote in the most peculiar place. It was in a Esquire magazine on artwork by Ralph Staedmon. He did not recall where he had heard it, but I thought the meaning behind it was very good. We just have to listen sometimes. Step back from all of the talking, constant noise of the new world, and commotion of everyday life. We have to listen to what is truly going on. What is it that we are really experiencing, and how is it that we are supposed to interpret it? It may tie to the overused question of 'What is the meaning of life?' But, what is it that we are listening for. Are we listening for an overwhelming voice that is secretly telling us what we are destined to do, to accomplish? Or is it that with the advance of listening we can truly hear the clarity in life? It may be a combination of the two: one leading and one silently contemplating what to make of it. These premonitions are to be what guides us, but often we are too deaf to make the message out. I hope that some day I will be able to hear the messages clearly, and be able to revel in the silence that will allow the path to come forth. These are the messages I constantly think of, but I have somehow missed most of them. Confusion is part of life, and mostly a decision I make to not see the obvious way I am to go. But this confusion also makes for my life to be a constant change. It allows me to never be in a rut, never underestimating the challenges of life and the opportunities have been granted. Without this silence, I would never question what I was to do. I would live every day knowing exactly what it would bring. Miscommunication, even within your own thoughts, makes life what it is. I am glad that sometimes I am wise and listen, but my mislead confusion is what I live for.
P.S. As of today there are only about 39 days until I get home...I cannot wait. Miss you all and hope to see you all soon.
posted by Adam Logan at 03:44
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