Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Authority

What gives authority to those who claim it? Whether it is age, experience, talent, or money, the only true factor is simply power and attitude. I can be the oldest, most experienced, most talented, and richest, but still be placed as a subordinate if I do not have the attitude that says “Listen to me”.

While I could turn this into a government-bashing rant, today I simply am pointing out how his applies in everyday life. When I was younger, I listened unquestioningly to my elder brothers and parents. I seemed logical because they were so much older. I assumed that age was what was important. However, as my younger sister grew, I found that this wasn’t the case. She began to see that if she would only have the right attitude, I would give in to what she wanted and listen to what she commanded.

While this is no longer a problem, I find that this still applies to my daily activities, no matter where I am. The authority in school changes with my every action. In a classroom the teacher has authority. In the hallways, every employee of the building has authority. And if I would do some action that is considered extremely unacceptable, the ultimate carte-blanche goes to the dean, principal, or school officer. While the ultimate would never happen in my case, I find it amazing how with my every movement, the power shifts and expands.

My power only shows when I am needed by others. Even then, it seems, they are simply following my instructions in the case that it might make me feel inclined to solve their problems. Though I do not thirst for anything like supremacy, I do wish for an ear every once in a while to listen to the opinions I have.

The ultimate authority in this world I have found belongs to people that you would never think of. They are the few who do not follow the usual rules for power, and instead stay quiet, never trying to fight for control. These are the people who usually say nothing, for when they do speak, everyone expects wisdom and insight from them. Even a powerful king would listen to a hermit that speaks out for the first time in years. A vicious and horrible dictator would make sacred the words of a monk who had been sworn to secrecy. If you looked at a mime one day, and he whispered something in your ear, you would at least think about doing what he asked, for it must be important for him to break his silence.

What gives authority to those who claim it? Though the world may listen to those who look like they have power, we would all be better off listening to those who never speak. Maybe silence will lead to a better world.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Time

Time is a thief. It is a giver. It limits and breaks limits, creates and destroys.

Time is horrible; it is wretched. It is a thief, stealing away those we love and cherish, things we have always cared for, and taking away the life that is so short. My little cousin's greatest enemy is time. If she was old enough to truly know what time is doing to her, she would be afraid of time. Every day she grows a little closer to what could be her end, never knowing how long she may have. The cancer growing inside her since the age of two makes every second that goes by into a year’s worth of my time.

And yet, time gives more than anything else. For my cousin, it gives her more appreciation for what she has, and affects me in the same way. It heals her when she has a cold as only time can do. It lets her keep what she loves closer to her than anyone else will ever have the chance.

Time creates limits. It keeps us from doing everything we want to do, because there is simply not enough time. I cannot concentrate on my education while training in multiple sports and perfecting my skill in art and music. I run out of time to do it all. It limits the amount of money that is made in a day, a year, an entire lifetime. Thus, it limits what can be provided for families and the people around us.
Somehow, time also breaks limits. By keeping us from doing everything, it forces us to choose the most important things in our lives. Because we choose, it makes us better at what we have chosen, and breaks the limits and expectations we had for ourselves. It also breaks the limits on what society expects of a person. When time is limited, sometimes the impossible becomes reality for those who are desperate. There are stories of people who, in the most limiting situations suddenly accomplish feats that are not humanly possible.

Time is many things, but it is never something to be forgotten.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Those We Miss

Many were so sorely missed
Many are now sadly missed
Many will someday be missed

How horrible is the one who takes them
How wonderful the one who creates them
How passionate the one who loves them

If they could decide would they decide well?
If I could be in control would I control well?
If you could choose would you choose well?


Many were so joyously living
Many are so amazingly living
Many will be so wondrously be living


Love the life that they will have
Love the life that I will have
Love the life that you will have

Middle of the Night

I love the silence of the night.

At first, the only thing I can hear is silence. It is beautiful. Free of the noises of the day, thoughts can run free in the night. Then, I come to notice the humming of the vent beside my feet. I hear the blinds swaying and rustling from the draft passing by, and the creak of the bed as my sister turns over in her sleep. I wonder about what she is dreaming.

Sitting at my computer, I can hear the sounds of my fingers on the keyboard and the click of my faithful computer mouse. How nice it is to let my fingers channel into written words what I can not usually say. My little dog reminds me of her presence when she sighs a sleepy sigh. It is a gentle sound; it comforts my restless soul. The wind whistles outside, reminding me of how nice and warm this house is.

The chair creaks. I hear a car zoom by. I imagine a scenario that explains the reason for the passengers of the car to be in such a hurry in the middle of the night. I am envious. It would be nice to be able to just drive away and escape like that. I will find somewhere for me to escape to eventually.

I look at the clock. It reads 2:24. Everyone around me is surely asleep. I realize that my leg is asleep as well. How long have I been sitting here? The silence blankets over me once again. I yawn. Perhaps it is time for me to join the others in the world of dreams.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Life's Song

Music is the metaphor for life.

The many harmonies are the different parts of a life that are kept separate but still blend together. Without harmonies, a melody would still sound nice, but it would leave the music feeling empty. Similarly, a life with only one focus will feel unsatisfying.

Dissonance in the music are the points in time when commitments clash, when people fight, and when things are not going the way they are hoped to go. No song is ever completely made of dissonant notes, and eventually those notes are passed.These clashing notes are the parts of the song that make everything else beautiful. When a dissonant pair is passed, anything afterwords sounds like the most awe-inspiring chord ever to have been heard. Just as it is with life, the contrast between bad moments and good moments makes the good moments much more appreciated.

Every part of a musical piece is simply a metaphor for life. Perhaps that is why I am in love with music; I am in love with life.