Day 343 Wacky Ridiculous World Relations
A world of words here and the words to describe our shared
reality as like the everyday go about of human interactions is not pretty…yet
these are just words I’m using to articulate the wacky ridiculous world relations…and
even referring to wacky ridiculous world relations is me connecting words
together as like making a mathematical sequence of meaning in communication
relations…and I mean it’s all very bizarre in the sense how codified everything
is…like for instance how our emotions and feelings are connected to words…and
within saying this I realise it is myself responsibility to release all word
polarization's as energetic charges as emotions and feelings as like the
emotions representing the negative energy charges and feelings representing the
positive energy charges.
I realise myself referring to the “wacky ridiculous world
relations” is a self-judgement of myself here in and as this world.
Today I had thoughts this morning before beginning work of
just wishing that I could fast forward through these next few months of work
and it all be over and done with and my bank account has a bunch of money it as
reflecting all the labor I did to get the money. Within this I was kind of like
what the fuck…like seriously what the fuck has my Life come to that I want to
fast forward my time as like not wanting
to walk through the labor that I got to do. At the moment I am tree planting
and I am being paid 15 cents a tree in Canadian currency. Today I was told I
planted some faulty trees…which meant I required to fix the faulty trees…and I
thought about how I am not getting paid to fix the trees and that I would
probably never require to fix faulty trees if I wasn't trying to plant the
trees properly as fast as possible…like if planting the trees wasn't a race to
make as much money as possible…the survival rate of the trees would be better.
I think as it is…the foresters try to have a 93 percent quality
standard…meaning it’s OK if some trees die in the process of planting…just so
long as based on the quality tests that are done…that a 93 percent quality
standard “appears”. I thought about how tree planting in this manner is kind of
ridiculous in the sense that each tree is Life here…and how if the job wasn't
piece rate production there could be close to if not a perfect tree planted all
the time…because the care and caution could be given to make sure each tree has
a perfect place rooted in the ground.
Money Money Money Money Money Money
I considered that if the job wasn't piece rate, people
wouldn't be motivated to try and plant as fast as they possibly could. I've
often viewed this as a negative thing…but really the more I look at this
point…I see how this could be of benefit to the Life living of trees as like
less tree deaths.
Within writing the above words I was looking at the point of
how commerce works according to fast pace money movement…as like
production…constant production…as like producing things as fast as possible…and
within this I see how globally we have quite the epidemic of quality of
goods…like it’s all about making as much stuff as cheap as possible…it’s like
quality is an expendable price…if profits can be made at the expense of
quality…and something is produced of some sort of quality…it’s like well that’s
the price of doing business…like the busyness of business.
Is any work of value if the work is less than the best
possible output?
The way our monetary system works is of no real value
because it works in a way that is less than the best possible outcome for all
Life Here.
I realise the immense amount of work that is required to be
done within myself in making sure that I operate as what’s always best…as I've
come to see and realise that the ways in which I have been conditioned are to
operate in ways that are less than the best possible output.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for
wishing my days away as like the time I have committed to tree planting as like
not wanting to be here tree planting for money.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for
disregarding my learning potential on a daily basis while being physically
engaged in long hour days planting trees as like an opportunity to really
physically express myself within self-directive movement.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to judge
myself as a bizarre ridiculous wacky world relation.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for only
being concerned with having money in my bank account as like thinking once I
have a bunch of money in my bank account then I will be happy and at ease and
restful as like totally relaxed because my survival here will be easy so to
speak as like money determines comfort and quality of living so to speak as
like privileged opportunities Here.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to get
annoyed with myself for taking extra caution while planting trees after I was
informed that I had planted some faulty trees.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for
feeling conflicted within the work I do planting trees as like I realise each
tree is Life Here and I am directly responsible for giving the tree a good home and within this I
also realise how I require money to survive and I am able to make the most money
possible when I push the tree planting quality standards as like making as many
mistakes that is acceptable as like getting my production of trees planted to
the highest amount without having to re-work the land for having too many
faulty trees.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for
taking mistakes personally as like feeling burdened within making a mistake as
like getting really down on myself as like being angered and upset within
myself as like so dissatisfied within myself that I experience spite.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for
spiting myself when and as I make a mistake tree planting.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to get
angry and frustrated when and as I make a mistake tree planting.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself for
having a temper tantrum within myself when I make a mistake.
I forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to use justification witihin my words as like to create hypothetical what if scenarios as like woulda coulda shoulda...as like how things would be different if things were different....and within this I realise and understand the ridiculousness absurdity of accepting and allowing myself to form justifications within and as word formations.
When and as I see myself having a temper tantrum within
myself as like spiting myself within anger and frustration for having made a
mistake/error, I stop and breathe and I realise the wacky bizarre ridiculous
word relations I am existing within and as.
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