C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

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    Is happiness a state of mind or a state of being?

    Humor comes in many flavors, one of my personal favorites is shock.

    There are few easy answers, what is for me isn’t necessarily for you.

    I’ve never understood peoples’ fascination with fame, the only person I’ve ever wanted to be is me.

    Me: the one I hate the most and love the least.

    Are we to blame for who we are, cause if we aren’t, I’d sure like to know who is.

    Children are as malleable as unfired clay though we mold them as we may, when they age into their true form are they reborn.

    Like Loathe. #iam

    There is only one thing that all humanity holds in common, each of us is unique.

    Infinity: So easy to understand if you can grasp a simple concept, love given to one person is not taken from another.

    The wildest we will ever be, is when we know we’re truly free.

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    Theories describe thoughts, and facts describe actualities, but what describes the inexplicable fact of life?

    The problem with the voice of god is how it’s only heard by other people’s ears.

    Long drives provide fertile grounds for dire thoughts.

    Never thought I’d see a vampire hammering nails into its own coffin, no wait… it’s just the republican party, and the government shutdown.

    Unintentional insults aren’t insults at all.

    Sometimes the little messages matter the most…

    Goals: All important, but only until reached.

    Sex might not make the world go round, but it sure can make your head spin.

    A mind is like a flower, it only blossoms when it opens.

    Did I hear it, before I said it? Did I read it, before I thought it? Did I dream it, before I did it?

    The problem with politicians is that they all have an agenda.

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    Shame: Turning our attention from looming tragedy to ease our discomfort. People are dying horribly, and we’d rather not know?

    The only balance I can offer is placing my words on the scales of injustice. They may have weight, but it is insufficient alone.

    Hope has no place in a world where indifferent silence rules.

    Being American should not require a certain cast of skin, eye, or inflection…

    Struggling with my conscience again, would like to participate in #FF, but there are simply too many to thank without cluttering timelines.

    The “ABC” of “Unlimited”: Access, Bribery, and Corruption. http://unlimitedcorruption.com Now, or never – it’s no cliché.

    Love begins in chaos, seeks order, and hopefully never succumbs to entropy.

    Within pain can be pleasure, the difficulty is to not mistake pain for pleasure.

    Do we fear change more than we fear pain?

    So many clever reasons, to do so many foolish things…

    One of the few things faster than thought is a fool’s tongue.

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    I really enjoy stating the obvious, in ways other than the obvious. #iam

    The subtleties of distinction, they define the line upon which we tread, and balance.

    eBooks: Electronic words are the wave of the future, but they’re still judged by their covers…

    “…predictably unpredictable…” aka Chaos theory, normalized.

    Practice: So much better than execution.

    How measure you success? By numbers on a paycheck, by wealth accrued and stored, or by lives bettered by your deeds?

    My son asked a question more complex than it seems “What is nothing?” I said “No one in the world will know.” I’d like to be proven wrong.

    War is other peoples’ business, and those “people” are parasites.

    We all are one, and yet we are also unique. The universe is, and everything within it is as well. Contradictory? No.

    When those who once walked the walk, turnabout, and now talk the other talk. #that

    Wisdom does not depend on language.

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    What I like to do on my breaks appears between these quotes, “”.

    What is instinct anyway, a vibe, a pheromone of fear? What it is matters not as much as that you heed it.

    Where look the wise, to their feet, or to the skies? Seek heaven everywhere, in the earth, and in the air.

    Encouraging words are the energy gems writers use to replace their karmic debt.

    Writing grants us insights into our own humanity, insights we’d most likely never see, were we not writing.

    The way I look at unfollowing is this – if they aren’t willing to hear what I say, I’m not willing to listen to them.

    While wounds may leave scars of the flesh, they’re a catalyst to growth of the soul.

    Why is it that things you learn in confidence seldom improve your confidence?

    Good days, but far better nights.

    We place our feet upon our path, and look ahead to see, that, that is where we long to be.

    Insight: Seeing that which lies within.

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    If writing is the game, perhaps doing is the goal.

    “Freedom of Speech” has become too costly to employ. #sad

    We’re free to say whatever we think, as long as it’s what others like to hear. “any colour that he wants so long as it is black” Henry Ford

    Art: Our beating heart upon the bench we lay, then wait, will our unseen spectators strike, or will their blades, they stay.

    Paper serves as canvas, pen, as brush, for paint, our tear thinned blood, and as for any other artist, our easel, is our heart.

    Shame: That we would turn away, lest we might see that for which we long.

    What purpose life, without love.

    Struck to ground, the only view, hobnail boots, aimed at you.

    What does misery love, solitude more than company, least that is the way it is, for me.

    Better to fill one’s life with glee, than a misery boots to be.

    Happiness is where our mind is free.

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    Thoughts unspoken require no retraction, but deeds cannot be undone, and words cannot be withdrawn.

    As good is never perfectly pure, evil is never completely corrupt. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2

    History is a soulless past, while our conscience shows a brighter future.

    Speaking of the 2nd amendment, my son’s history book says “people in the militia have the right to bear arms”. Thus, are rights stolen.

    History is more about happenings than the people who made them happen.

    Even the greatest people, the true revolutionaries, are remembered for their words and deeds, more than for themselves.

    A promise – I am not on your side, and nor should you be on mine – rather than side with your friends, side with what you believe is right.

    Why do we so revere recycled words, do we doubt our own truths?

    Those who stand alone are doomed to fall.

    Individuality, it’s who we are.

    Writing is the start, the end is to live our words. {I am far from there.}

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    Offer understanding, not ultimatums. … I’ve always treated my kids as fully functioning adult minds. They teach me a lot.

    Nobody is normal, nobody.

    Trust your kids, if you can’t trust them, how can you expect them to trust you. {Yes, they’ll let you down, as will you they.)

    “these questions, and more, trouble the characters and will trouble the reader if they read between the lines.” http://bit.ly/CGAxPr2

    Treat every follow as a favor, and every unfollow, as farewell.

    “I’ll tell you the truth” also know as, “All before were lies”

    Lose your dreams, and you’ve lost your way.

    Life the nightmare to sleep, the dream.

    What’s wrong with me, I just felt guilty for killing an ant. OK… Then I felt worse, for not always feeling guilty.

    If we’re willing to give away our most precious words, what of our souls.

    “People aren’t all good, nor are they all bad” – how I wish everyone realized this. @Bowmanauthor

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    That which one loses, the other does not gain. http://bit.ly/CGApT1l

    Will be gone a day, or two. Clocks tick, and tweeters tock, take a minute, or a few to read words, that aren’t. http://bit.ly/CGApATY

    If everyone refused to pick sides, all conflicts would collapse.

    Those who learn gain wisdom, while the only gain of those who are taught, is knowledge.

    Misunderstanding: Often as much fun as understanding.

    History highlights atrocity committed by the vanquished, while on the atrocities perpetrated upon them it casts a shadow of silence.

    Words can be pretty, but to be beautiful they must reveal truth.

    That you can’t accept something need not mean you are judging. Embrace Alternity. http://bit.ly/CGApATY

    It’s all a matter of perception, and by all, I mean everything.

    The fun part of long, boring drives is watching our mind pass the time. A free-form poem I call, “Fleeting Thoughts” http://bit.ly/CGApFT

    Am I a conspiracy nut? Well, that depends who I think is listening.

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    When I first wrote Malmaxa, it had no villain, for true villainy lies within. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2

    Perhaps the best thing about truth is how differently each of us views it.

    Embrace alternity. {Since sometimes the words we have simply won’t do, I made up one that does.}

    What convoluted mind conceives words that don’t exist, words like this… Alternity. Why, that mind might be mine. http://bit.ly/CGApATY

    If labels are things we wear with pride, why don’t we wear our clothes with the inside, outside.

    Yet when who we are, is who we hide, do we fear, what we have inside?

    Truth is like art, it varies to every viewer’s eye.

    Why do the simplest sentences so often require the most effort?

    Every word I write fights, and usually, they win.

    From our souls do tales flow free, within our minds the words sound right, and then… we point our pen, and those treacherous words, defy.

    The written word, over the spoken blurt. #iam