White Bread

Young Julie had a few too many Jägerbombs before lunch...hence the crazy eyes.

Remember the first time you found out white bread was bad for you? My wee brain could not comprehend such a discovery. I understand that hamburgers can be bad for you, deep fried foods without a doubt, and of course bacon is definitely not good for you...but white bread? It's as wholesome as you can get! That's what I thought anyways. I mean we always use the term it's our "bread and butter". The Bolsheviks promised their people "Bread, peace, land" to get into power. It's the bare necessity for people. It's a good source of vitamins and nutrients according to Wonderbread! How can it be so bad for you?

Like white bread, a lot of things in life are not what they seem. There are many 'layers of truth' in life. With age, our life experience slowly unravels the layers of truth that society cloaks itself in. With each passing day, our childhood innocence is washed away. It's an interesting self discovery when you become more critically aware of how the world works. The notion of right and wrong seems a little bit more askew as we grow older. Businesses and government may not always have the interest of the people in which they serve as their number one priority. History also likes to repeat itself, and not in positive ways. Some recent examples are of course the Iraq War (Vietnam #2) and of course the recent economic meltdown of well...the world. People just never learn from the past (I too am guilty of this).

One can even argue that relationships sometimes can be boiled down to the proper usage of semantics, proximity and psychology. Personally I must admit that relationships are definitely a lot more complicated than I anticipated as a young lad. It's never as simple as Hollywood would have you believe.

Teachers always told us to find a career that we enjoy first and foremost and everything else will fall into place. For many however, job satisfaction is a rare occurrence, as many work to make ends meet. A dream career is just that, a dream. I am indeed in the ever elusive search for job satisfaction. I have a good career, but I feel like I am missing something. I feel that I am indeed capable of greater things.

I've been stressed lately, but I really do not know the cause of this. I keep waking up in the middle of the night. I've been grinding my teeth as I sleep more than I usually do. The issues of society, career, and life perhaps have been weighing down on me, but I've always been a thinker (believe it or not). It's never really caused me stress. I've been depressed before but never STRESSED.

No matter how much I try to change to be a person that just goes with the flow and enjoy life as it comes, I know that I am a planner. I think and plan. That's what I do. I even know the topics of at least my next 4 blogs. That's just me. I would like to drop everything that I have going for me and travel the world and become a nomad and try new things, but then reality sets in. I would think of the responsibilities that I have and realize that I'm not the spontaneous person that I wish myself to be.

I just need to learn to enjoy the little things in life because like the song goes, you never know what you've got 'till it's gone.

At least I've gotten used to eating whole wheat bread now. See, I'm not a complete cynic. It's all about the baby steps.

A bit of song sharing time. Eyes by Rogue Wave. Enjoy.