Purpose unwritten, untold, and sometimes, unheard of, is a difficult challenge to adhere to in a world where the norm may not be your own.
Yet alone, when unknown and unclear to others, the task to push through mediocrity, what sometimes I feel to suggest is a cyst of anti-meritocracy, mentioned well within Ben Shapiro’s interview with Elon Musk, creates even greater grit and grind for the driven.
I mentioned in a much earlier entry that upon one day feeling I had run out of purpose (opening my eyes to postpartum), I inadvertently came to discover that the word ”purpose” was a mostly searched, if not, at one time, the most searched word before this new era has now moved onto the numero uno, YouTube (I get a chuckle at a few of those following, too.).
Once you feel, understand, and know your purpose, though? Exhilarating. The shift is in drive and to go forward is all your body feels to desire.
I truly believe that this is why those who have yet to find their purpose tend to piggy-back off those who have already found theirs.
Some of us, unfortunately, trolling along, but, let us not find ourselves in that “precious” path.
To have and own purpose, a victory at a time. Is that not what gives a role to be?
If only we each could hold patience or lack envy before thinking that our purpose is in the hands of others. If only.
If only we could support one another as we venture into and eventually grasp onto our sought-out purpose. If only.
That one backing someone needs just to not be in isolation with their ideas is like cold water being given on a scorching hot day or a warm blanket when freezing.
As my educational supervisor said to me, “One step forward, ten steps back.” Makes more sense to me now than ever.
For every step forward, (at least) ten things create resistance. Still, those driven with purpose perseveres.
A nobody all of a sudden given some significance. A significant contributor turned genius. A genius turned odd. The odd now deemed insane. The insane only found talking to oneself once again, for to nobody they have returned.
Insane they must have already been. Before turned genius?
To try not to covet those who seem to have greater light at the moment leads those who bite the fruit of good and evil to all of a sudden lose focus of their own purpose.
That very last of our known Ten Commandments, forewarned to us on how to recognize an offer of true wisdom.
And, yet, understandably, when the clouds are thick, the path is foggy.
The light ahead may only be a few feet in distance to follow. We take hold of anyone who may give us direction.
Faith at its strongest serving as a test for each of us during seasons of our lives.
For reasons I have come to gather throughout my life why people do not believe in God or just one, I have also come to respect.
From confusion, to distractions, to circuitous answers, if not, still left unanswered questions, only to be scoured and scorned if ever to dare question the truth, I quietly ache for the hunger of the soul that would just like to be fed compassion and comfort.
From a child to being a student to then, having children and becoming a teacher, I am utterly grateful to have received the utmost exposure and thus, training, to understand the scope of our minds.
We have been freed to search for ourselves who God is and if He even exists. The division that leads to unity one day for it will be when all differences shall serve as each piece we need to become one (again?).
Before you unplug and think this entry will lead to a gospel preach, I can assure you that it won’t be.
You should know I complexly analogize to make some symphonic harmony of connections to how I see things work. I shall arrive to connecting children with AI and quantum physics once more. Pinky promise.
I have only started with God today in my divulgence of who I am and where I fearlessly speak from at deepest core.
We all awake. We all go to sleep. We are indeed each a massive cellular battery that must recharge. In fact, our cells are the most complex to understand, still mind-boggling at its finest duplicity.
Our neurons have been understood as most important. However, the glial cells seemingly have been ignored, the guide for each neuron or nerve cell to process and work.
Think, if our neuron cells had no sense of direction. How would each know actual and distinct purpose?
Additionally, components of glial clean, protect, and essentially, energize the neurons, like the team that sets off a race car driver at fast speed safely each time.
Billions of neurons racing off in our entire system all day, each day, every moment of our blessed lives.
Think, each of us, a ball of neurons, backed by a team who work to direct every molecular piece of us to find each way so that we may see, hear, smell, taste, and feel the very essence of our every (could be, momentous) moment.
That’s a lot of glial teams not given any mind to consciously be made aware of their existence. They just help and guide without credit to their ubiquitous and incessant contribution to how we do what we do every millisecond of our lives, from sleep to wake state and back.
And, yet, our sensory and motor neurons are interconnected to constantly understand our visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, and tactile interactions.
We then make sense of our sensors. Yes?
What may no longer be at infantile stage for our AI and quantum technologies, we must take note of what is transpiring before us.
There is growth and development, for sure. What this all means can, however, depend on how each child being designed and engineered are being (exponentially) raised.
A child’s eyes moves about before words even formulate. Only language eventually communicates with us what indeed, a child is trying to make of the world around them.
And, then, the babbling at ridiculous RAMS per minute begin (compiled short-term memories never turned off).
Even upon arriving to adulthood, minds lack brevity due to the speed of our brain mechanism simply not stopping for us to fully comprehend each of our thought processes.
Stammering. It’s like speed versus time hammering together through verbal expression.
We can embrace and concur, at times, with the need to babble just so our brain breathes or expels out any feel otherwise to implode.
Blah, blah, blah. Like Dracula in Hotel Transylvania nicely exemplified for us all.
Simultaneously fascinating and somewhat overwhelming to watch. Growing and developing minds of children. That endless input and output happening before our very own eyes.
Blah, blah, blah- the start of amazing minds starting off the race to some incredible wonders created for all of us to take part in the near future to where words have become hieroglyphics to formulas to codes, sometimes encrypted for only certain minds to comprehensively decrypt.
Imagine. It’s like that 1 piece of rice exponentially growing each day. Except, our amazing minds can do this multi-dimensionally. Incredible.
Words are thoughts. -Jensen Huang
We encode into our children what everything around is named. The child then comprehends the message, eventually corresponding with us what has been encoded.
Before we know it, a child processes multitudes of information beyond our control, entanglements happening without us truly knowing how and when.
And, to our nearby watch, we take note that not only is the developing child to arrive as a before-our-eyes now, preteen to that eventual teenager, able to make sense of the world at even a faster rate, somehow the mind has gone rogue to make sense of the world the way the brain sees fit.
How we, the maturated, or I dare suggest, the subconsciously mainstreamed mind, sees something our way, risks entering into frustration mode upon realizing the teenager comprehends a viewpoint quite differently from what we know to be right on our own end upon the vantage point we stand.
We want to correct as we see the mind develop. But, for whom? At times I find myself quietly asking in truth.
How can one fully develop into its made purpose if we get in the way of its potential growth?
The developing mind asks us to step back and just allow the neurons to pick up on each other the understanding each must make of themselves. The glial club (Yes. I thought Glee Club there.) giving boost.
Can we just watch?
Do we just watch?
To just let be?
To just act upon dereliction once birthed so that whatever takes into form we can release ourselves from any accountability?
Does leaning toward illiteracy and ignorance ever help anyone?
Then, I must ask, whom does society forgive most? The inactive, non-participating, at most times, chemically imbalanced or inebriated parents who just forget or ignore the responsibility of parenting once the child has been birthed?
Or, the ones who withhold so much fear and concern of raising a growing child to become a contributing, well-put together member of society?
Which parents do we tend to forgive?
Which ones do we tend to scrutinize?
Either way, do we, as a team of our society, contribute our part in helping children around us or hurting them with our own selfish motives to desire partaking input regardless of what will become as output?
These adolescent years- the most critical and for the involved parents, excruciating and pain-staking stage.
Allowing the neurons to travel freely to the mind with countless interactions throughout this stage until in hopes of the child maturing into a fine specimen of goodness somewhere around the age of 32, where the brain is sought to have reached its full level of maturation.
It is here where the brain has incubated into this finish of acquisition to now understand what the NO-NOS were all about. Yes?
If we could only channel each specimen to its purely magnificent potential, that is.
Illiteracy and ignorance thus, ooze through and remains to exist beyond such years.
What would we make of such world?
Thankfully, the mind doesn’t just stop learning at full maturation.
We arrive to understand accountability and acceptance of others’ vantage points through now a much wider angle of comprehensive grasping of every moment further.
For the healthy minds, the minutia of distractions can no longer, if ever, be entertained so that the mind can thus focus on building and creating for not just one’s benefit, but for those around.
We currently question artificial intelligence (to what Harari has suggested, alien, to what I futuristically embrace as autonomous).
We currently somewhat entertain and ignore at the same time, quantum physics. (What I name together as Quai (kway), as both concurrently fuse together for the future.)
There are great, correction, amazing things evolving at such high speed levels at this time:
The scientific advances ready to change the world
And, yet, distractions for the heart, mind, body, and spirit take form to cast doubt or cease (and, seize?) progress.
While we should listen to opposition of direction for awareness, we must ignore, when clearly, only obstructions to develop and develop well are the motives.
The Nehemiah mindset, perhaps.
Moving forward with intent causes much fixated work.
Laborious. Labor. Suggesting much work to be done. Yes?
I have learned to get out the way of my children, my husband, and slowly but surely, my students, when I see work to be done asks my best contribution to not partake.
When not the neuron, perhaps being the glial cell is just as important for us all. If we cannot helpfully aide, how much help truly are we?
How many out there are looking more like Sméagol turned Gollum, I propose no more.
Concurrently, if we are going to be the neurons to the brain, we must not ignore the glial force coinciding with the movement, the essential g-force to the G-force.
I should implore on behalf of this world we share that all parents of creations act responsibly.
I dare also encourage each who desire to make greatness of their creations to dare go without ceasing, but with clear sight of direction.
A child born guarantees no type of impact. The cyclical remake of The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
Back to that interview with Ben Shapiro where I recall Elon Musk peacefully noting something of the matter, that as long as we raise our children to be good, we should be just fine.
While I recall to concur, simultaneously, I felt a pinch in me, pausing in that moment to wonder, however, Are all hearts good to know what good is to start?
Great minds. Good people?
Let us all keep in mind, several years ago, many, if not a majority, of this world never even took the time to give tribute to these great minds who decided to birth these new creations we watch grow today.
What would Nehemiah tell those working together to rebuild and thus, fortify?
Fortify what, however? Should we be in care to stay in constant cognizance to ask? Yes?
Let us keep questioning as we watch. Should we not? For it is when we ask we push and search for answers.
Perhaps not initiate ourselves into the world of Gollum but instead help in any way as glial cells do for neurons.
That Jiminy Cricket take.
To err is human. Let us not forget.
While correction can be free, it can be costly as well.
I end this Blah, blah, blah today with:
