Lost and Found.

Do you remember the popular Point and Click Adventure games produced by Lucas Arts in the Early 90's? It was their bread and butter for a long while. Games such as Maniac Mansion, Mokey Island and Sam and Max. Simple games where the characters simply go around collecting objects in which that can use further in the gameplay to solve puzzles and essentially beat the game. If games such as these were still mass produced I would still consider myself a gamer. These games would consume hours upon hours of my time and I would scour level after level searching for those few components to finally allow me to WIN.

Perhaps these games attributed further to my obsession as a collector, or perhaps the collector was in me all along. Looking at my mother and father and their pack-rat traits, i would say it simply appeased the collector already buried within my genetic code.

Now 15 or so years after playing these games and obsessing over them so much i find that i still to this day follow their guidelines, but in a far more universal sense. While at present I am working to shed myself of earthly good and possessions I am working to further capture ideas and philosophies to further help me win this game called life. I'm no longer pulling the gum off of the floor and sticking it in my pocket for further use in the game, but rather the experience of pulling that gum off the floor.

Sometimes we keep these ideas and experiences to ourselves. further saving them for some deep dark day or sometimes we pass them along to someone who really needs them. Sometimes in life we are but conduits for these ideas to reach other people.

I'm getting off the topic which sparked this idea. I found myself on my day off sitting in a neighborhood coffee shop which boasts unlimited refills on some mighty fine coffee. Sitting there enjoying my 6th cup of coffee, I read a passage of my book which i know is not for me. I read it and savor it. I roll it over in my mind. I begin to think of a friend in a situation which is metaphorically similar to the one examined in the book. The passage is about fear, and how fear can strip us down to our core, and what kills us is US, responding to the fear. Loosing our whits and panicking. I thought of my friend and their panic.

I sat there lost in thought simply watching the world pass by sipping my coffee, drinking in these thoughts created by the incredible scenes of life. Its odd to say, but reading this book, i know it is not for me. Its not mine to keep. Its not really for me to enjoy, but I am simply suppose to read this part, this chapter and pass it along to whom needs it most, whom it might help out.

While thinking these thoughts i find that They are not alone, that there is a fear that i have yet to faced and continue to ignore. After reading this passage today and thinking of the plight of my friend, I understand that I too and to face my fear and do something i have not wanted to do... In the end it might hurt, but I shall learn from this experience and file it away with the others for usage another day...

I've found that the universe often puts objects and people in our paths to help us along when we most need them. I've found that they are right there in front of us, but often we are too stubborn to look or listen, or worse. To ignorant and angry to pick these things up and put them in our pockets for future usage. We loose the game of life because we can not or are unwilling to see the experiences left for us.

Just simple silly ideas from an over-caffeinated boy, but interesting how answers can hit us when we're not even sure that we have questions....