The magic wand of choice ( Archived) (25)

I was dancing in my kitchen singing to myself as I prepared to make myself a meal. My cats watched on in a way I can't explain. Almost as if they were in a state of wonderment.

"What is this creature that's singing in the kitchen? Why doesn't he stretch out on a flat surface and relax?"

I can read the minds of cats even though I've never been one. They may be silly little creatures but they can't hide their thoughts from me. Yet at the very same time they also seemed to be in a state of deep bewilderment. Like as if they know there's something more to life than they are capable of perceiving. Their curiosity apparent, yet they really can't put their paw on exactly what it is.

Having noticed the cat's response to my carefree spontaneous activities I began to ponder the nature of my very own behavior.

Why am I so happy?

I'm obviously in a miserable state of affairs right now. I going through hardships that I'd rather not describe other than to say that my place is in total chaos. Old man winter has ruthlessly placed an environmental burden upon my shoulders that I'm honestly not prepared to handle right now. I'm lonely and misunderstood. I have a ton of love and affection locked up deep within my soul yearning to be set free. I should be sad that I have no one to share this with, yet happiness seems to be flowing from my body in the form of impulsive pleasurable behavior.

I laugh aloud as I flip some burgers having fun doing a mundane chore. The cats meow as I reach for a cutting board and begin to chop veggies into a salad.

"Life is so wonderful!", I sing at the top of my lungs as I flip the burgers again. The cats look at each other as if hoping the other one might have an explanation for my odd behavior.

"Life is so coooooooolllllllll", I continue to sing as I prepare a concentrated fruit drink and take a small sip to savor the beautiful flavor.

"I'm gonna sit down and eat babe", I sing to a cat as I nudge it from my favorite chair.

"Why am I so happy?", I wonder yet again as I begin to feast on a delicious meal.

I laugh as the obvious answer finally washes over me. I'm happy because I choose to be happy. It's really not a profound conclusion. Or is it?

I have a magical wand. The wand of freedom of choice. I can wave the wand to be sad, or angry, or I can wave the wand to be happy. The wand is mine to wave. I'm free to be whomever I choose to be.

Yes, there's still the ugly dragon of loneliness breathing fire everywhere but into my woodstove. A useless creature that follows me around preventing me from sharing the love I have in my heart. If only I could replace that ugly dragon with a wonderful loving partner who also knows how to wave her magic wand, then what a wonderful life this would be.

I pet a cat quietly as I munch upon my meal. My singing and dancing temporarily interrupted as I refuel my physical body. In the quietude I dream of how great it would be to share. Imagine the magic of two magical wands waving in tandem turning shared dreams into reality.

Poof! We chose to be happy. We chose to share, no matter what emotions the sea of life wells up within our souls. We are ultimately in control, choosing the appropriate emotion for every occasion, never allowing the sea of life to rage within us uncontrolled. We share our emotions as heartfelt devoted companions. We are no longer separate seas but have become merged into a common ocean of emotion.

The cats begin to meow as they hear the clanging of empty plates. Their signal to be fed. I begin to sing and dance once again whilst performing the mundane chore of cleaning up the kitchen.


"Somewhere over the rainbow,…"

Abra, you're one of those guys I wish I lived close enough to actually befriend as I appreciate how your thinker works.

IMO, however, choice is an illusion; the will is bonded.


Anarqi

Abra, you are right. Life and our attitude (smiling, sad, mad) is what we make it. As for me, I try to "laugh" my way through life and it's struggles.
Yes, it really gets lonely, but as long as we can smile AND stay sane, lol, everything will be ok, as long as we stay away from people with negative personalities because they just suck the positive energy right out of you.
Abra, keep on smilin', and keep on writin'.

Hi Anarqi.

Rose.

I understand the cats - they want those burgers LOL


Learn from cats, they give affection because they want to...

They are independent but still are interested in what we humans do.



The magic wand is the belief that all things are possible if we try.

Why, while reading Abra's post, did I have this visual of Jack's wicked grin in The Shining?

Is this beautiful or frightening? Jury's out...

LMAOOOOOO

I swear that a woman could watch Mr. Rogers making oatmeal and see him as a cereal killer.

I wonder if this is because deep down inside they hunger for an evil man?

Women used to fall for the Knight in Shining Armor on a Pure White Horse. But nowadays that image is shunned as a boring "nice guy". Now they want the Evil Knight of Doom and Darkness on a Sinfully Black Restless Stallion. It's like they just can't get enough wickedness anymore.

They instantaneously reject the Mr. Rogers type without a thought and lust after the Jack Nicholas, Anthony Hopkins, types. Then when they get bit by the ghoul of heartless callous evil they start screaming, "Where are all the nice guys?"

"We're here milady, innocently tending herds of unwanted albino stallions", a retired white night proclaims.

His words fall upon deaf ears akin to a tree falling in an empty forest.

"Where are all the nice guys?", the woman repeats as though the previous answer had never been spoken.

"Where are all the nice guys?", she inquires relentlessly as she wanders aimlessly into the darkness of the forbidden evil forest of sinfully delicious lust. Alone, unprotected, and stark naked in her thin skin of vulnerability she continues to search for the mythological creature known as the "sinfully delicious nice guy".

No..

I tried the bad boy, and yes, he was bad for me and my children.

And then I tried the nice guy, but he lacked the passion that was the good part of the bad boy.

There must be a happy median there somewhere, but I think the best relationshops are where both parties understand the needs of the other and try very hard to fulfill those needs.

and the guy isnt a crazy,longwinded bore.

I must say Abra, I had some reservations about you.
But after reading some of your post, not any more.

Way to go ol chap.