Binary Love

 Ever since grade school they have been taught to think like a machine, act like a machine, be a machine.

 So that's what they are.  

 Thoughtless mechanisms doing everything by the rule book because heaven forbid they ignore their programming.
                       

 Day in and day out they compute their every move to the unofficial operations guide to being human.

      How to breath ............................... pg 2

      How to think ................................ pg 5    

      How to eat .................................. pg 8

      How to be an adolescent ..................... pg 16

      How to fall in love ......................... pg 21

  

 That's just the way all life seems to work these days. Little to no variation from machine to machine all because of this unofficial operations guide.

...Lets take just a minute to not be a machine and forget about this guide for a moment.

 Take a deep breath. Do it on your own. Do it because you want to, not because you that's what your programed to do. Feel how it feels to be alive for just a moment.

 I have thrown out this guide book long ago. I don't listen to the guide and my heart doesn't listen to my mind even when it probably should. 

 

 This has lead to some heartaches but that just lets me know I am not part of the system. I don't survive on zero's and ones, I survive with the persistent beat of a heart.

      ...I am not a robot

 

The Days of Being a Machine

When was the last time you did something for the first time? 

Too often we find ourselves stuck in the same habits of doing the same thing day after day.

Pretty soon we will be old and grey and we will be wondering "Where the hell did my time go?"

If we don't do something new soon, we will quickly be stuck in the robot mentality of careless thoughts and hopeless days.

The days that you just go through with a knee-jerk reaction will turn into weeks.

Weeks where you can't remember what you did the week before.

Those weeks will turn to months, which will turn to years and before you know it you will not remember what happened on Sunday Sept. 7, 2014. Where you even alive that day?

So when will be the next time you do something for the first time?

Dead Colors

Here's to the crayons that always stay painfully sharp.

The ones that get easily overlooked and never loved.

The colors in the box that aren't even given a chance.

The ones familiar with the certain ache in the heart that comes from not fulfilling their single purpose: to be a crayon.

What are you if you are not fulfilling your purpose?

Dead.

Here is to the dead crayons.

And while the pretty colors are well loved until there's nothing left to love, the tasteless, dead colors stay sharp just waiting, desperately, for a loving soul to revive them.

So Here's to all the other sharp crayons.