What a silly, selfish belief

I should have learned better by now, but I still create silly little lies to tell myself every single day. I’m sure we all do it, at least sometimes. I tell myself things like: if I make the time to write every day, maybe someone will come across what I write and really understand it. Maybe if I write someone will understand me. I tell myself that whenever I have an idea that cannot be presented to the company I happen to be around for whatever reason. I write it down here or in my LiveJournal and think to myself that someday someone might be grateful to me for writing the words I did. Maybe they inspired someone to do something wonderful, or to do better what they were doing already.

Most beliefs are silly and selfish in the field of religion. Beyond that, the idea is only as good as it is true (or likely to become true.) That’s why most of my ideas flop. Eureka, I have solved the puzzle.

And if we took a little time

And if we took a little time to fix the things that are broken or not working as well as they could things would work so much better. There would be less stress and expenditure in the world for things that are broken and could be fixed, but we just don’t take the time to learn how or to figure out how to fix things and make them work better.

The time of Machines

Today I am amazed by the time we spend trying to understand, fix and tinker with our machines, and how this time is wrongly spent. We should spend time learning about things before there are problems and never after.

Adobe Illustrator doesn’t communicate with itself. I wish I had known this BEFORE I imported to an earlier version. A five hour project may need to be re-done.

This window into the beautiful

It’s so intriguing to me that whenever I open the laptop it’s like a window into another beautiful world.

When I look about in my real life current location I see some people, old tables and chairs, lots of bright color combinations in the Mexican food restaurant. When I look back into the computer screen, I see a world full of neat and tidy vector graphics, sans-serif text and pretty colors and images. It’s a whole different world through the LCD screen, the looking glass of today.

I can make myself a different person if I so choose, but then again, I’ve always been good at that in real life too. In type, I am allowed to delete actions I wish I hadn’t taken and take my time to find the right words. Sometimes life moves too fast for that.