When the white knight’s talking backwards…

(I started writing this a few days ago. Stalled out. Or got distracted by the kiddies. But it was a start at finally writing down all the stuff stirring around in my head.)

I know I’m continually changing. People who already have a steady feeling of who they are at the core of them probably feel less tugged around when the little life changes happen to them. I am not sure who I really am. Or maybe I do and I’ve blocked it out. I think because I have no sure sense of who I am at the heart of myself, the little changes that happen hit me harder and I feel like my whole self might be changing.

Lately I’ve been thinking about the term hippie.

If only people believed more in peace, in letting others believe what they will believe—as long as those beliefs are not hurting or suppressing others. That’s how I try to live. But to try to show someone what is right… if you tell them this is right, they might not believe you, or they might go along with it because its what has been ingrained in them since birth. But if they are given a choice, and let to make their own decisions they might not make the decsion you wanted them to make, but more importantly they may get so bogged down by having a choice, (looking at what choice others made, listening to others saying that they should or shouldn’t believe this or that) that they never actually make a decision at all.

Too much stuff.
Materialism—it’s all just a distraction. Hide away with your big-screen plasma LCD flat screen tv and your computer and your games and your techno-gadgets and go to church 2x a year and feel fulfilled.

And there’s nothing like too much stuff to make one feel cluttered inside as well.