It is a MAD World Out There

It is A MAD World Out There

It is A MAD World Out There

It is a MAD world out there! Each morning we get up and do it all over again. Consumed by the rat race we neglect to capture our thoughts and go about our day out of tune and out of touch.

Do what you love, or hate what you’re doing. Seems pretty straight forward, and most likely a statement attributed to our work or careers, but this could also apply to all of life, everything we do. 

Who knows. We’re the kind of people that tends to incorporate every mundane thought and action into a complete package where nothing is exempt as it all is a part of life. We’d love to make it a la carte, picking and choosing what is personal and what is not, but unfortunately that is not a task that we find feasible, if we’re breathing, it’s life.

Wish we would have known all this stuff at an early age.

Alas, we are all taught what someone else believes to be a successful and productive life. In a meme driven culture, it’s a wonder anyone of us has half a mind to figure out what it is, as individuals, we want out of life. Essentially, it is like a virus that takes over our thought-process and tells us what we believe we want, but do we want those things, and how do we know and does it matter to most? 

The business, political, religious and educational leaders [to name a few] seem to have a plan they’d like us to follow, outside of that box, you’re deemed rebellious and a societal outcast…or, better put, weird. Keep ’em busy so they can’t think for themselves and the machine will run as designed.

If you do stop, observe and think about it for even a second, it can cause one to wonder who you really are. Or, at the very least, confuse the hell out of you and leave you wondering what exactly truth is, and what it is not.

It is a MAD world out there! Each morning we get up and do it all over again. Consumed by the rat race we neglect to capture our thoughts and go about our day out of tune and out of touch.

Peace,

MAD

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Independence Is Not a Gift

Ladybug, Insect, Flowers, wildflowers, MAD Hippies Life, IndependenceIndependence is not a gift, it’s earned. Everyone, at some point, will fight something bigger than themselves and stand a bit taller and stronger in the aftermath.

Stand strong in that independence and live like you’ve never lived before!

All of our struggles are unique to our own personal situations, and while those struggles can come through similar troubles, not one of us will engage them the same way. We’re all affected differently, our lives interrupted in so many countless ways, and on so many levels.

We all share in the fact that indeed we are human and spiritual. We all awake slowly in life to a bigger us, a stronger us and much more refined us. Albeit a long term endeavor or a more concentrated short term fight, the unavoidable date with our own humanity finds us at some point and tries us to the nth degree of our being.

Mental, spiritual and physical battle scars are the badge of courage we carry over into the future. Smarter, stronger and more capable of handling life’s curve balls we emerge with more appreciation for life. Life that is not taken for granted and seen more as a precious gift than something to be disregarded and held disruptively.

In our youth we are invincible. As we age we begin to see the fallacies of what the so called powers that be tell us. Through our struggles we find solace in our own thinking, indeed, we discover independence is not a gift, it’s earned.

As another Independence Day comes and goes, take time not to get caught up in mindless celebrations, but rather in the notion of independence. Independence on a grand scale down to a personal one. We fight together at times for freedom from things larger than ourselves, and at other times in our own personal lives.

Life and love are fragile, though larger than we truly know. Embrace the simple and open your eyes to a more complex you and see your own independence open the way before you.

Peace,

MAD

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Love and Trust

Love and Trust

Love and Trust

I am incapable of loving or trusting someone whose memories are not my own.

There’s a lot in that statement, perhaps more than one would care to ponder. Needless to say, it raw, it’s real and quite frankly, honest.

My head is full of conspiracy theories and my confidence in the human race is almost nonexistent. I trust few and love even less. Love and trust do not come easy, if at all, and are only come by over time through constant interaction and shared experiences, good, bad or indifferent.

When I do love, I love hard.

My trust in someone is always on trial as my mind is in constant surveillance looking to protect my heart. Though I don’t need to love, much less trust, when I do, it’s forever.

My love and trust are hauntingly curious, always in perpetual need of being in the presence of those it’s attached to. They seek not necessarily just the mind or heart, but the soul, the compilation of true existence where energy, emotion and spirituality combine in the true essence of being.

To love is one thing, to trust is another, but to love and trust [completely] is an entirely different challenge that few can rise to. A journey of a lifetime perhaps, a moment in time worth capturing and holding onto to no end, a chance meeting that cannot be planned for or imagined, it just is.

I have found but one. And while I sought none, there can be no other, indeed it just is.

Did we set it in motion in another time? Did we choose this life? Did life choose us? An inconsequential point, for where there is a beginning there will be an end, but where there is no beginning, there can be no end. Our love and trust is not of this world, though reunited in it, it bares the notion of endless time, memories only of the present, but love eternal. This too shall be a tale of human endeavor in the hereafter.

My heart, mind and soul collided with itself and we became one. Our strengths complement our weaknesses and make us better together than apart. We were lost, never content with the human experience, yet constantly yearning for the unexplained need of our [then] fragmented souls. Once reunited it was obvious, magical, completely surreal and otherworldly. From then on the emptiness expired and fulfillment was set ablaze with open eyes and the unending future of love, trust and experience together, something never anticipated.

A favorite quote that speaks volumes:

“From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven, and when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together and a single brighter light goes forth from their united being.” – Baal Shem Tov

Peace,

MAD

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Keep it Real

Life Happening All Around UsThere are moments that catch our attention, if but for a second, and we stop, eyes wide open and sit in awe. Keep it real, if but for a second, and watch time bend, change and evolve into something entirely foreign to a modern plugged in society.

Life is happening all around us. Some of us embrace it. Some of us are disgusted by it. Some of us are oblivious to it. And, while you can lie to a man’s heart, perhaps even his mind, the soul will know and the truth will be seen. There is something far more majestic than becoming successful in the eyes of the monetary world, indeed there is life in each one of us, life that eagerly awaits time to stand still. It’s hard to watch the world in chaos, so many hurting, so many being taken advantage of and so many people manipulating everything to no end all in the name of supposed freedom and success. At the end of the day we all seem to be slaves to something.

Each year that passes we [MAD] seem to get a little more concrete in our eclectic view of life, if that were possible. A very interesting process, to say the least, of an evolutionary self awareness of two lovestruck teenagers who once sat in class eagerly awaiting the bell to ring so we could see each other in the hall. Now we sit and stare at the same clock waiting for work to end so we can be reunited in like fashion. In time we plan on giving that clock a good funeral so we can tell time with nothing more than the passing of seasons.

This year seems to be special already. Something brewing in the air perhaps. Who knows. We just keep looking deep into each other’s eyes and are more fascinated than ever at who and what we’ve become. Call us rebellious, but we love walking our own road, outside the norm, where we are on the outside looking in and wonder what makes the world the way it is. To each his own we say, all the while perplexed at the gravity of it all. The world seems to be going forward at a shocking pace, no one stopping to think, to listen, to feel.

There are moments that catch our attention, if but for a second, and we stop, eyes wide open and sit in awe. The beauty, the solace and the enduring simplicity of a moment in time that was taken out of the rat race perhaps as a way to stop us in our tracks and remind our souls that there is life in this place. Keep it real and maybe, just maybe, those moments that are always happening will begin to appear and meld their way into the craziness of the day in and day out rituals that we so blindly exist in and, if for just a moment, remind us of who we really are.

Peace,

MAD

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In the End What Will Matter…

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Who made these rules that we need to survive
Who made these rules that keep us barely alive

If in the end it’s not who we truly want to be
Why do we stay and endure when we should get up and flee

So here we are living the life we’re told to accept
The daily grind we’ve allowed and has us kept

And while we long for dreams to manifest and become alive
We’ll ponder tomorrow where only our hopes seem to thrive

Thank G-d we have each other and don’t go at this alone
Let’s break free of this mold and grab the vision we’ve been shown

Time is ticking blowing effortlessly with the wind
Let’s get up and go together my companion, my wife, my friend

In the end what will really matter
All these so called rules and methods are nothing but economic and social chatter…