Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend.
The story of ourselves is ours to serve to others and others to eat. We are jailed by our own fears of others perceptions and judgements of us. Who has the power to open our doors? Can we control that or are some people just destined to do so and we are but helpless victims in the face of destiny? Are our latches visible to others or only to the right ones? Perhaps anyone can turn the handle but only you can give the key....
Shakespeare said it best:
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. --- what does that mean?
“MY OWN WORST ENEMY - Henry Spivey (Christian Slater, “Bobby”) is a middle-class efficiency expert living a humdrum life in the suburbs with a wife, two kids, a dog, and a minivan. Edward Albright is an operative who speaks 13 languages, runs a four-minute mile, and is trained to kill with his teeth. Henry and Edward are polar opposites who share only one thing in common -- the same body. When the carefully constructed wall between them breaks down, Henry and Edward are thrust into unfamiliar territory where each man is dangerously out of his element. “My Own Worst Enemy” explores the duality of a man who is literally pitted against himself. And it raises the question: who can you trust when you can't trust yourself? The series is produced by Universal Media Studios. Jason Smilovic (“Kidnapped”) is the executive producer; David Semel (director of the “American Dreams,” “Heroes” and “Life” pilots) is the director and executive producer. Watch a clip
Here sits Wednesday, full of sunshine and the promise of Fall. The blueness of the sky screams Carribean but this is only Nashville. My head feels a little stuffy but otherwise, I feel great! I had one of those really strange dreams last night that probably means more than I want it to. The dream:
The entire scene was night black, illuminated only by the crests of the rippling water and a full white moon. The next thing I knew there was a huge ship behind my dingy coming right for me. I somehow understood that it was a pirate ship. I knew I was in deep crap! There was no way to outrun it and within moments I would be over run or boarded. Somehow I ended up into the dark cool water, sinking of course. I remember feeling the water filling my nostrils and my breath growing short. I remember thinking "its a dream, wake up now!" It was then that I realized it was a dream inside a dream and it was much harder to control. So I tried to sink quicker and deeper below the surface, my nostrils flaring in my sleep as my mind fought two states of sleeping dreams. "Wake up before you drown," and "Wake up again, you're still dreaming!"
I remember hitting the alarm as I took the last gulp of air mixed with water, violently exiting two dreams at once breathless. The last level of the dream pulled my head back to the pillow and darkness of the morning. I could hear myself thinking about how odd the dream had been; but arent I still sleeping or am I still dreaming? Even after showering, I was still thinking about the odd sensations of being trapped in two dreams at once and how unusually difficult it had been to get myself out of harms way. Typically I can seize control of my dreams; why was this time different? Did all of me make it back?
The day has been almost a fog. I dont feel the dreams anymore; just the fog. I am looking forward to the workout tonite and I hope it will be good. Hopefully the iron will get me completely back. Hopefully my patience will be revitalized. Hopefully I will be normal by then. Usually I can feel the blood sauntering through my veins, my muscles preparing for the end of the afternoon, my thoughts arguing with each other. Today there is only the echo of memories....