Thursday, 17 November 2011

il google it

Artificial intelligence, cosmetic surgery and history. Where did all that we see and touch come from? From the great pyramids of Giza, to the Mayan Temples in the Americas, across the bubbling volcanic seas to the cradle of mankind. It all started with a big bang in Africa, and I’m not referring to the mating rituals of cave people whose idea of fun was painting rocket ships and alien beings on the rock walls to confuse the people who discovered it. The dinosaur’s phenomena, such huge beasts that literally could most probably defecate an elephant. The concepts of the ages, the change in religious practices, the challenging of movements, creating the technological boom that makes stalking a china man on the pot easy thanks to Google earth. What made all of this is what I ask.

The whole secret of the race of Homo erectus than spammed from the pages of a religious hard cover paperback book. Adam and eve who are what many people believe are the birth parents of the world. Then you get the argument of evolution due to climate change, years of development. So let’s be frank and just bare with the ramblings of a twisted mind. Lets say that Adam and eve are the birth parents of life, how does this explain black people, white people, Indian people, within in that, eye colours, noses, heights, hair colours, branch down even more health problem, hereditary illnesses, fit people, healthy people, break it down to the fact that we are 70% water yet, yet we have the ability to interact, communicate. Have you ever heard real water speak? What defines the human race, what makes us the only known life forms in the universe? If we did apparently come from monkeys, lets call them Adam and eve, how did the world become 7 billion people. As far as I am aware incest is frowned upon. And if we did maths, 2 people make another person, maybe two, from there how did 2 people make the earth. Or in today’s world, we grow a person in at test-tube and wham. Human.  The whole debate of evolution from apes to people is a strange tail because if true, why are there still apes today, if we are made from the same genetic base, why are they still primitive and roll around at the sight of a free banana. Is Gucci the new banana, or brands in general.

That’s my point. Branding and brands has created a unique human, one that is equipped with artificial intelligence, gardened by a creator. We learn what is good, what is bad, what kills, who kills, what’s in, what’s out, trends, fads, accessories.  Who to be, where to be, what to be. The 21st century Adam and eve is more like I robot on crack with a pair of gold encrusted sandals, and a manicure. Heterosexuals, homosexuals, heterosexuals. Transsexuals, so many sexual aren’t they. Within themselves are sub categories, stereotypes, the good the bad and the ugly. The question I pose. Whose image have we been created in. Based on past, whether we come from apes, or made from an almighty being, who or what have we become.

Take a look at yourself. What are you wearing, what phone do you have, is it in’? Did you go to gym today, did you eat some healthy bar after. What music are you listening to? What shows are you watching? What celebrity are you like. Who do you look like? Questions questions questions! While writing this. I looked, I have Levi on, because it’s an awesome brand, I have an iphone, because it is smarter than any other phones, and because people have told me sold. Word of mouth and gossip is the untapped advertising space. When people speak, what is she wearing? Seriously a nokia, and why that hairstyle. Now think about what I just said. Have you done that? Adam and Eve are still here, making their own rules, creating their own individual Eden. Today has become can I stand, how do I stand out. IL Google it. As Google has become a digital god. Or Wikipedia the best place to find the real facts, magazines to show us lifestyles to buy into, TV shows to make us think. How did we become people filled with less history in their bones and more radiation due to the technological age?

I am who I am because I was shaped by schools, then shaped further by rebellious varsity days, and now I live the independent dream. I like a pair of shoes, I buy, because it’s branded. I have iphone, because it is a pretty stylish modern phone. I drive a mini because the brand has created a mini image, and now one must adhere to this brochure atmosphere. I don’t hate today or what we have become, I just wish I could remember where I came from. The family tree has now become a digital Google maps facebook  nation. And yes, this is blog, on the internet which I would not of had if eve didn’t eat that apple and monkeys didn’t decide to stand upright and speak.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

The Cookie Cutter

Carved from bone, constructed with a unique pattern, each bone fitting into a spot, like one big map. From the bone, muscles, organs and skin shape the skeleton. Defining the features, enhancing some areas, making others less bold. What’s left is an anatomy sculpture. A beautiful creature, a being of essence and spirit. From this walking figure, emerges a personality, one that smiles, cries, is happy, can become sad. The emotions that make up a human are unstable. One day you are up and next you are down. You fight, you make up with yourself. At peace, at war, what is clear is we cannot willingly leave this form. If we are angry or happy, they are moods not set in stone, we have the compassion to forgive, the capability to make peace, and the energy to make anyone light up like a sun. Self balance is what we strive for and when we do not find it, like a bomb we explode, either into a monsoon tear river from India, or a sunburnt happy smile from Gabon. How do we make peace with ourselves?

There are things that happen to us, at the time, they are the most painful or happiest time in our life, and when we are young to us they defined us, they made us or broke us. But when we get older we realise I am more than a broken heart or a marriage, success and failure make up my story, but they do not define us. We are we are, we write our own doodles every single day. When we come to realise this self affirmation no one can tear our spirit. We write the script, and yes our family and friends have large contribution and you join books from time to time but it’s still your story. It is a part of your humanity. For every scar you get it remains forever, but as with everything they heal. A really bad skunk style mullet hair cut, your hair will grow back. I live my life like a story, every day I write a new letter into my book called Kyle’s life. It’s a good thing.

Remember when we were kids and we helped mom bake and we had awesome shaped cookie cutters, a closed defined plastic shape, was it a heart, was it a tree or the awesome gingerbread man. A cookie cutter, you ever think about it, add flour and butter and salt into a bowl mix and stir and shimmy and shake until it is cookie dough you can make things with. Now add this to a shape, shove into an oven, set to heat and wait for the outcome. Life is like this cookie cutter. Our parents came together, and made us. From there they raised us as best they could, we grew and grew. We went to school and go accessorised with the learning’s of education and life, and we continued to grow, we faced dangers, we dated, we experimented and faced all the heat yet we grew into adults. And now we were removed from the oven and let to run loose in the world. We are like the cookie cutters, moulded and shaped. But now we live our lives, our way in our time. I’m an awesome ginger bread man and my shiny jelly tot buttons are awesome.

With us making our own life’s we are left to make decisions, and sometimes people cannot face life anymore, to them they have done everything they wanted to do. They have written their story, and they turn to suicide. Their self balance has tipped into the scale of abyss, they do not want to write another dot in their book, instead they weep openly onto the pages, smudging the good and the bad, blurring the line between what is real and what is not. A suicide is not the way to go some say, it is selfish. But before one passes judgement, do you know their story, do you know their life. Simply you don’t. One truly never knows what another person is thinking, or what they feeling. Because we have been shaped to feel a certain way.  A person’s core is a difficult one to balance. Why I am writing a deep memoir about ones true self is because it’s how I feel and how things in my life have made me understand what life is, how people are and how to carry on being.

I have faced a lot of things at the tender age of 23, yet I’m still here, still writing, still living and still making a name for myself. But like us all, I am still on the quest to find true self balance. Fighting off the pass demons and skeletons with an iron fist shoe, not afraid to take leaps to get to the other side.  My life quite simply is not over, and I will outline each letter, highlight the good, cry on the and bad and frown in the uncertain.  My life is not the easiest read when I go back and read the chapters, but they shaped me, they never defined me, so if you feeling off your rocker and need a hug, or you are questioning yourself, and what life will bring. Stop. And just live day by day, we are but human. And human are still evolving and so must your lives. Evolve into a higher place of self acceptance, mould into a better person every day, and life will happen on your terms. So smile and cry, grow and prosper in love, in your career, in friendship. You make your cookie cutter, so cut your path in life.

Peace and Love,