Pursue – you won’t catch it

via Daily Prompt: Pursue 

Pursue \per-su\ verb – 1: To follow in order to overtake or overcome: CHASE  2: To seek to accomplish (a goal)

Merriam – Webster Dictionary, 2004


I don’t usually write to expand on a definition, preferring a unique memory or thought sparked by the prompt.  I apologize in advance.

Now, pass me the soap box.

There is something lacking in the youth of today.  I was going to say it is a lack of desire, but that is so far from accurate that it would discredit anything else I wrote.  All they seem to have is desire.  They want the six figure job without the effort of preparing for it or investing in preparation necessary to do the work.  If they do invest, they complain about the cost as unfair.  How do we expect them to grab the world by the tail if they are weighed down by debt?

Our grandparents thought we were all spoiled and never did a hard days work.  By comparison, we didn’t. I worked on farms and did day labor jobs growing up.  If I had been forced to work that hard for my entire life, I would have died years ago.  I joined the Army because it paid better and was much easier.  I also decided that I didn’t want to live in poverty.  I needed a plan and to get off my ass and work.

I took me twenty years to get where I wanted to be, only to realize that it was the first step.  While I was struggling to raise a family and get the job that allowed me the stability and freedom I wanted, I learned more.  I wanted more.  What about retirement?  What legacy am I leaving my children?  My grandchildren?  (If I ever get any.  Not that I’m pressuring you.  Just wondering out loud.)

I’ve been chasing the American Dream.  The house, car, golf on weekends or whenever I can sneak out, vacations.  It’s hard work chasing a goal when it  keeps changing.  So, I’m living to define a definition, I am pursuing with intent, focused on a goal.  I’ve followed a path that children of today aren’t willing to run.  We taught them to desire, but failed to teach them to work.  They want the reward without the investment.  I used to worry that it was to late to fix the mistakes we made but I recognize it as a self-correcting issue.  Once we are out of the picture, no one else is going to gift our children with their desires.  It’s root pig or die time.

I’m just going to sit on the soap box, drink a beer and watch the show.

Thoughts in Passing: The 4 Laws

via Daily Prompt: Temporary 


I have decided everything is just temporary.  The universal state of entropy ensures us that exists is also fading away.  What we call solid matter is simply an energy state that our senses can detect a specified way, in out current energy state.  Everything living is also dying.  Civilization grows like blowflies in a mason jar, only to collapse in our own waste.

That’s what is happening to our society today.  For years we have help up this idea of raising everyone to an equal status.  Not through expending their own energy, but by stealing (or taxing) others.  This is the increase in entropy in society today.  These misguided ideas are bleeding off energy from healthy, thriving groups and transferring it to other areas.  The energy is not some mystical excess, but natural and essential to the well being of the donor group.  It shortens both group lifespans.

I am trying to understand society and economy.  The farther I reduce the models, the closer I come to imagining them as the 4 laws of physics.  Zeroth Law says that if A and B balance with C, that A and B are also in balance.  No energy needs to be transferred.  First law says energy cannot be created or destroyed, only changed.  Moving energy from one point to another doesn’t create energy, only bleeds off some potential in movement.  Second law, entropy either stays the same or grows.  No matter what we do the decay of the past exists.  There is no “Year Zero”.  No reset to zero.  The Third law says entropy approaches Nil when temperature approaches zero.  Stop moving, stop growing and decay stops.  Still doesn’t go away.

My model is nice and clean.  No muss, no fuss.  No people, either.  Anyway, it’s all temporary.  Wait a while and it will change.

It may just be survival

via Daily Prompt: Bitter 

ice cream

I thought of “Fruit Ninja”.  Swipe your finger across the screen and slice a bunch of fruit in half. If you clear a screen, a fruit fact popped up. “Lemons have more sugar than strawberries”.  Wow!  The universes expands.

Then I remembered Survival School in the Army.  Master Sergeant Squire telling a half starved class of us that, if it’s sweet, it’s probably safe to eat.  There are a bunch of other tricks to find food that wont kill you.  He told us to act like babies.  Babies like sweet foods because they are usually safe to eat.  When you’re starving, you will choke down just about anything, so act like a baby.

When we get older, out pallets expand.  I enjoy a sharp IPA.  Scotch, old, smokey and the color of strong tea is a special favorite of mine.  Savories and spicy hot foods make me happy.  I even eat Brussels Sprouts.  Mom would be proud.

For now, what say we work on our survival skills and go get some ice cream.  My treat.

It’s like a Diet

via Daily Prompt: Lifestyle 


Any where you go, you can hear someone talk about this diet or the latest weight loss thing.  Drives me nuts.  When I worked as a personal trainer, I would tell my clients, they were on a diet.  Insert blank look.  “You haven’t given me one.”  I never did.  I’m good at lifting heavy things and teaching others to do the same.  I am not a dietician.  Whatever you cram into your pie hole everyday is your diet.

The same with your chosen lifestyle.  What you choose to do everyday is your lifestyle, your choice.  Who you spend time with, the work you do, couch sitting or mountain climbing.  It’s just like your diet.  You can plan it or let it happen to you.

It’s just the results that are different.


via Daily Prompt: Cranky 


“I’m not cranky!  I’m under caffeinated.  That’s right, my fun-meter is pegged and I’m flat out of give-a-damn.  If you want me to care see me tomorrow. ”  Why can’t stupid people just leave me alone?

If thoughts like these pass through your mind, you are not alone.  The world is filled with many people.  Some would say to many people and to many of those people are stupid and insist on speaking to me before I’ve had enough coffee.  It may have something to do with working the night shift.  I admit it’s reasonable to expect everyone to be fully caffeinated by 5 P.M.

That said.  If you speak to me again before my second cup, I will hurt you.

Come the time, comes the man.

via Daily Prompt: Timely 


The tired theme echoes in stories and movies; In our darkest hour, a hero arose…

The arrival of a hero isn’t a timely event of the moment, it’s an event of the movement.  We look at the cycle of events and discover that someone stepped up and did something, took charge of the chaos and made a difference.

Just to keep things in perspective, sometimes the person generally acclaimed as a hero, is in fact planting more chaos and destruction.  Not in the immediate events.  The succor and support are meaningful, if short sighted.  The understanding of the act comes after, in the delayed recovery and developing dependency of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.  The crippling of national economies with international support, only recognized by the collapse when it is cut off.

The hero doesn’t define the moment, the moment defines the man.

Pulling the Thread

via Daily Prompt: Unravel 

The first thought that popped into my head was a theme song from a sitcom.  Still, the song has a point.  The pursuit of Why.  Quantum mechanics and theoretical exploration aside, there is a more important why.

Why are women crazy?  By the Einstein definition, they are insane.  Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result is insane.  What could possibly make them believe after years of effort, trying to raise a functional adult, that they will succeed all of a sudden?  Echos of begging to pick up clothes, not leave dirty dishes on the floor, please take out the garbage.

Good grief!  You married him as an over-grown child.  What makes you think he will change now, just because he has a job?  Insane.  It is a mystery to be unraveled by greater minds than mine.  I’m going to play Nintendo.