Mcons Mind

Even in the quietest moments I wish I knew what I had to do And even though the sun is shining Well I feel the rain, here it comes again, dear And even when you showed me My heart was out of tune “Even in the quietest moments” Supertramp I am, I supposed somewhat fixated on a few different ideas or concepts in my blog. The truth is as I look back on the blogs I have written they all seem to center on the same limited ideas or themes. Death, Family, Friendship, Religion. I never started off intending this to be the case but it is these things that often spark me to write as I often have strong responses to these things. Unfortunately, good reader, today is no different. Today for the first time in a long time I felt/feel at peace. Not just a moment of quiet, but a deep sense of calm and contentment where I stood quietly hearing everything, feeling everything, being attuned to the world in a way I have not been for as long as I can remember. I ...

I have been planning on writing this blog for months.  I have also been avoiding writing this blog for months. I have written about death before. I have written about my belief, or lack there of , in a God before, and most importantly,  I have written about my friends before. But this is the one blog entry I did not want to make because once made, a door would finally closed never to be opened. I don't like closed doors. They cut you off and shut you out. They hide secrets and keep things from you. My workplace has a long hallway and nothing is more depressing than walking down that hallway with all of the closed doors. It makes you small, and isolates you. Its reminds you of all the things that are going on that you are not part of. Each door is a place you are not welcome or wanted. When I was more important and had my own door I had a window cut into it. I wanted my office to be a place of warmth that was open even when it was closed. The hallway upstairs could bene...