Reality Me

Category: Philosophy

Think deep.

  • Of Grasshoppers

    Student: I’ve given all I have to give.

    Master: What will you do now?

  • Doug’s Mantras

    Procrastination is the killer of all things fun.

  • Of Grasshoppers

    Student: “I am at a crossroads and I have no map.”

    Master: “So many choices! Will you go back for an old map? Sit and wish you had a map? Or pick a path and create your own map?”

  • Temporary

    I let myself go
    Embraced the ephemeral
    I blinked it was gone

  • An active mind is a healthy mind

    Knocking the plaques off the brain. Began the day with some Spanish practice and some Morse code practice. Then jumped into codewars.com and the first challenge I was given was…”write a Morse code decoder!”
    Here’s my passing code (wordpress stripped the indentions):
    function decode_morse(string $code): string {
    $returnstring = ”;

    //break the input string into words based on three spaces between words
    $morsewords = explode(‘ ‘,$code);
    foreach($morsewords as &$word){

    //translate each letter of each word from Morse using the built-in library
    $morse = explode(‘ ‘,$word);
    foreach($morse as &$value){
    $returnstring .= MORSE_CODE[$value];
    }
    $returnstring .= ‘ ‘;
    }

    //clean up return string by removing any leading or trailing spaces we added or that were in the original input string
    return trim($returnstring);

    }
    Now to return to becoming a PowerApps and Azure expert. Light the incense, dim the lights, and turn up the cyberpunk. I’m going in!

  • Communing with nature

    When I was a child
    I used to sit in the woods
    I fell asleep in a tree
    One time more than I probably should’ve
    I’d awake slowly
    Fifteen feet above the ground
    Calm in the breeze
    With no one around
    My mind at peace
    My life calm
    Then I’d leave nature
    To find everything wrong.

    -dm2022-04-30

  • The need for friends

    I need to talk to someone
    But I can think of no one to call
    I’m not sure I even want to chat
    I’d just like to know someone has my back
    It’s very lonely in this crowded world
    I have so many friends I haven’t seen in years
    Would they listen to me discuss my fears
    Or are they too caught up in their own woes
    Busy, consumed in their lives
    To be troubled by my troubles I keep inside
    I bet they also need to talk to someone
    I’d love to chat unfortunately I don’t have time
    To call them back.
    -DM 2022-03-09

  • I chose an interesting path

    A rope hung across a great crevasse
    The sign read “Caution! No way back.
    This path is treacherous.
    Not for the weak of heart.”

    I naively and boldly ventured onto the rope
    The path behind me violently closed
    I looked down into the ravine
    I grew weak and shaky in the knees

    Looking forward I found my balance
    I was okay with my life’s new purpose
    Put one foot forward and stay on the rope
    I picked a path that was no joke

    When I look too long behind me
    The rope becomes extra shaky
    When I look forward to the end
    The rope initially stabilizes but shakes again

    When I look down at my feet
    I see my troubles down below and freeze
    I think I can be on this rope no more
    I become dizzy and fear a fall

    But when I know where I am
    And look not behind or down or too far ahead
    I glance only slightly presently forward
    Knowing it is safe to take that step and more

    A calm washes over me
    Now I walk steadily
    And see the beauty all around
    Despite the rope which rocks beneath my feet

    From this vantage I see things others will never imagine
    Adventures never shared
    People would not believe if I dared
    Tell the tales that I have known

    Amazing sights I’ve seen upon this focused path
    Walking dangerously over the crevasse
    I’ve grown so much stronger day by day
    So much I look forward to the steps I’ll make today

    Yet sometimes I wish I could turn back
    The start is so far behind me
    And I cannot see the end ahead
    Sometimes I grow weak and weary

    And the rope begins to sway
    I gamble a glance toward my feet
    And note the tightrope has begun to fray
    Will I find my end much sooner as the rope breaks away?

    Sometimes the ground quakes and ripples the rope
    Occasionally winged creatures try to knock me down
    Some days the wind blows hard
    Others days bring cold and fog

    I’ve stood drenched in rain
    I’ve bled on the rope but hid the pain
    Snow has turned to ice upon the rope
    Every challenge trying to throw me to the depths below

    Through luck and stubbornness I’ve survived
    And think I’m beginning to see the other side
    Could it be I am coming to the end of my path?
    Could I be at the end of my rope at last?

    What lies ahead on the other side?
    Another path? A crossroads?
    A sign that says, “Go back, it was lie.”?
    Will the ground be solid under my feet?

    Will there be people there for me to greet?
    Will I lie down and forever sleep?
    Or will I find yet another adventure?
    What path will I choose?

    If I find another rope hung across a great crevasse
    With a cautionary sign saying “turn back!”
    Will I stay upon solid ground
    Or naively and boldly walk the treacherous path I’ve found?

  • Seeking counsel

    Therapist: “What issues would you like to discuss?”
    Me: “blah blah blah”
    Therapist: backs away slowly never taking eyes off of me

  • Of Grasshoppers

    Student: I cannot do this.
    Master: Will you do it anyway?

  • Of Grasshoppers

    Student: What do you do when you are too tired to continue working?
    Master: How hungry are you?

  • Of Grasshoppers

    Student: My life should have been so much different.
    Master: Perhaps you would enjoy the life you have more if you spent less time living the life you don’t have.

  • Words of Wisdom

    Don’t drink and buy apps for your cat.

  • Of Grasshoppers

    Student: Every time I get my head above water, another wave comes crashing down upon me.
    Master: Maybe you should get out of the water.

  • Deep Thoughts

    I’ve given so much of me there’s nothing of me left.