Day 213 "Trapped In Our Destinies"

How do we get out of this?

Perhaps we can't?

How do we know we should get out?

Perhaps we are not meant to?

How do we know if this is our destiny?

Because every breath we take is.

Day 212 "History Will Become History"

When a responsible and respectful mind stands before something with undeniable history, that responsible mind takes a moment in silent reverence of that historical creation. An awakened mind will always appreciate something that has had the will and tenacity to stand against everything Time The Thief has tried to steal, and against the heavy force of the destructive Titan of our days.

This is not to say that anything that has stood the test of time, so far, has not required the help of another, for even the strongest and most determined of structures and things cannot stand against everything alone.

Make no mistake that Time The Thief will try to steal everything in this life.

What you build,

What you love,

What you dream,

What you desire, and even who you are.

Even your own history is not safe from the greedy claws that lay outstretched to take more from you, but if you can be humble enough to accept some help from the ones that stand before your history with reverence, you might have a chance to stand defiant longer still.

Even the most resilient of structures, of entities and of histories, need someone to appreciate them long enough to try to save them from greedy will of Time The Thief.

Day 211 "Projections In Silence"

I watch as Danbox sits on a ledge, staring out an old window into what seems like everything and nothing at all, and I can’t help but start to question what he is thinking in this moment of solitude.

Is he happy?

Is he sad?

Is he missing something, or someone?

Does he know what he is trying to find?

Is he thinking of what he must do next?

Is he in silent struggle with himself and who he thinks he should be?

Is he content?

Is he filled with hope?

Is he in despair?

Is he waiting?

Is he choosing to be defiant to that which seeks to hold him down?

Is he lost in the deepest of thoughts, far away from this dusty ledge?

Is he aware that he is even staring out the window?

Is he thinking any of these things, or am I just complicating a simple moment by projecting all the questions that run through my own mind?

I watch closely as Danbox sits so quietly and patiently on that ledge, and I can’t help but start thinking that I need to stop thinking so much all the time.

Sometimes it has to be enough just to be.

Day 210 "The Caretaker"

A bottle of wine always starts off as a great idea, but as it comes to its end, it opens a door within the minds eye, and anything about you can be seen if someone looks hard enough into that exposed doorway.

A bottle of wine is started with the thought that we know who we are, and by the last drop we start to see who we actually might be, and then we realize that the only way to hide your character is to change your character fundamentally; which means to kill your character.

I have looked deep within to see who I was hiding, and what I found was a familiar sight, what I found was still the dark passenger of both expectation and guilt for the mistakes I have made, and what I found was the danger of an idea that feared change.

One more drop of red wine upon my tongue and I can see a bit further inside, and it is in this moment where I can see the caretaker of my spirit, this part of me that protects me against myself, this part of me that smiles softly back at the part of me that fights so hard to hold a grudge like a cornerstone.

One more drop...

The caretaker walks over to help lift this stone that I would eventually throw upon myself.

One more drop still...

I let this thoughtful caretaker place both hands upon my burden.

One more drop too many and I try to wrestle this heavy cornerstone from the caretaker’s hand; but as always, I fail to resist the power of this hope and compassion.

One more drop of this red wine upon my tongue, one drop too many, and the caretaker places a hand over my mouth to stop me from speaking another lie.

I stay silent and let the rest blur into another memory, trying to hold on to the lesson I have learned, trying so very hard to make sure that next time I don't drink one drop too many.

The caretaker of my heart is only ever matched by the dark passenger that wills me to forever take one drop more.

Day 209 "Seeds Of Dreams And Hopes"

It is not enough that we only plant the seed of any idea.

Walking away from anything that you have started in the blind hope that it will become what you wanted it to become, without any help, is nothing less than the treachery of a dream.

If our vision is to ever be seen properly, we must learn to get our hands dirty, we must make the decision to stay and cultivate a determined idea, and we must see the importance in digging deeper than what our fears alone will let us.

Be it clay, brick, frozen ground, sandstone, metal, or digging through the abyss itself; there is no substance, both ethereal and substantial, that we cannot dig a hole deep enough to grow the will of the seed we chose to plant.

Nothing can stop the sunshine from getting through to the vision we have but ourselves.

We must make sure to fill every hole we dig with reason and chance, lest we tumble further down the rabbit hole with less of a chance to return a whole mind.

We must make sure to nurture and care for the dream we have planted, lest we feel the guilt of watching it wither and decay from our negligence.

I must not be afraid to get my hands a little dirty.

So I am digging, and digging, and digging some more; always with the hope that I will reach a place to plant my dreams without forgetting about them.

Day 208 "Mc-Mistake?"

We take chances and try new things because that is what we are meant for.

For Danbox he learned that lesson the hard way today by choosing something new off the menu.

A good idea may lead us into a bad situation, while a risky chance may lead us into a better day; you won’t ever know the outcome unless you take a step towards it.

Despite my warnings to the little box man, he ate what he wanted anyway, and the lesson here is that he tried something new despite my own fear; sometimes this is the best choice to make despite what others warn you. Of course sometimes avoiding advice can end up leaving you with both a stomach ache and regret, but no matter what you will always be able to say “at least I tried something new”.

Day 207 "The Lonely Kings"

Some will gloat all their lives about what they have, what they could never possibly lose, and they will rest assured knowing that they have achieved untouchable greatness; but ignorance always has a high price.

All these empty souls that confirm their own worth by the amount of jealous faces they see frowning back.

This blue planet that finds itself so coated in green.

These divided minds that point the finger ever at another.

This world that fears looking itself in the mirror more than anything at all.

We can only ever rent this greatness, never to own even the bodies we claim as our own. The universe is an endless mirror that reflects back on us.

The grand universe is a reflection that both signifies our greatness and our insignificance, and all we ever needed to do was look into it with compassionate eyes.

There are those that no doubt believe that they are envied by the masses, that they are considered nothing less than greatness personified, that they are the Gods we could always only hope to ever be; but from the highest of perches kings fall the farthest, and a kingdom ruled by a terrible king has only the loneliest of thrones.

In a world where so many would-be rulers look down upon the people, they are starting to take notice that no one around was ever looking up.

Day 206 "Hope In A Battle Lost"

I am always at war.

Two sides that fight for different times, with no clear winner, and never a decided loser.

This dynamic energy, this will that thrives off ambition and loss, is only the two parts that try to make up the one.

This eternal war, where these many sides try to gain dominance over my minds eye, in an attempt to pry it open and simultaneously hold it shut.

Behind me are battles fought, and there was no way to win them all, not even close.

Pieces of me fell, parts of me were tempered, and I have no doubt that I became something more because of that trying destruction.

I am both hope and chaos.

I am both hero and villain.

I am always the victorious and the defeated.

I am no doubt the exact person I was always meant to be.

Day 205 "Self Made Luck"

They say that if you pick a penny up you will have good luck the rest of the day.

If I choose to pick up a penny, then there is no luck at all, just the intent to manifest a better day for myself.

Luck is an illusion for those that do not appreciate their own power.

Was I lucky to find this penny? Or am I lucky because I chose to pick it up?

Does the act of doing something to gain something else not mean that there was no luck there to be found in the first place? But only intent instead?

I know one thing for sure, and that is that luck is when opportunity meets preparation.

We create our own luck, we create our own happiness, we control our destinies more than we allow ourselves to ever believe.

Luck becomes a hollow word for the ones that understand their own worth, and their own courageous power.

Day 204 "Taking A Time Out"

It is so easy to get caught up in the daily grind of stress and ambition. How simple it is to tangle yourself up in the expectations of everything and everyone. Just how often do we find ourselves inventing prisons of expectations that cost more emotionally that we could ever afford?

You start one project at a young age, with the intent to complete it and then move on to bigger and better things ahead, then one day you wake up a little older, and you look back on all the time that has passed you by.

I acquired this stress through those young ambitions of mine.

I bought the ticket to anxiety and now I want off the ride.

I do remember thinking that I could manage my ambition, my time, and even my faith; in such a way that I would never feel the need to walk away for a bit, to escape it all as often as I now want to, in the hope that I can somehow recharge and rethink what it is exactly that I am doing with my life.

I shouldn’t want a vacation from my own life should I?

I used to be ignorant to the necessity of taking a time-out, and I pushed myself to the limits of exhaustion. I challenged myself through every moment I had and knew I might not have again.

Those childhood projects that act as bitter orphans are all calling out now, and they are asking me to look their way once again…I am just not sure if I ever can.

I am not the old me anymore, and my inner voice has changed too much to be even recognized by my own self; all I have left are memories of a time that becomes more of a blur by every demanding day I reach.

I started those projects in another life that I didn’t want a vacation from.

I started beautiful futures that I lacked the discipline to fully create.

I was younger once, and I thought I had more time; we always think we have more time.

Today I smiled at the realization that I don't need to keep pushing myself so hard to achieve this destiny I have always felt owed to me, today I relearned the art of taking a moment, to simply be thankful that I am alive.

Today I don’t expect more time than I have right now.

Day 203 "Art Is Us"

Art is the mission of the spirit.

It is nothing less than the will to connect at all possible costs, even through the white noise of a world with their heads down in distraction.

It is the desire to heal through the impossible, to scream with a purpose, and to move ourselves to higher ground.

Art is both an angry fist and a compassionate hug.

It is the natural response to the questions that the soul asks us to answer.

Art is an act of treason against our own safety, for it exposes us to any who might have a blade sharp enough to run us right through.

It is an honorable act that is meant to say something that matters.

Art is a "fuck you" and a "thank you" both in the same breath.

It is the words "I love you" and the exact opposite intent.

It is the moment you speak too soon, and not soon enough.

Art is the attempt to escape this moment without losing it.

The desire to create a map that Time The Thief cannot read, and cannot destroy with such ease.

It is the desire to leave behind fragments of ourselves and the proof that we in fact lived with some purpose, with some depth, and with some reason at all.

Art belongs to no one and to everyone all at once.

It is the only truly free thing left in this world, and when done right it can cost the most.

Art is the proof that both God and the Devil and all other deities can somehow exist and not at all.

It is a gentle lover and an enemy with a killer’s motives.

It can be the most honest lie you ever tell.

It can be a point without a purpose.

An action without a response.

It can be nothing more than an empty cup with so much possibility of what to fill it with.

Art is my response to this life.

It is the tearing down of my defences to connect with you, if only for a moment.

The only question left is; will you do the same for me?

Day 202 "The Blind Seer"

I thought I knew my future by looking straight into my past.

Surely I could see my habits, see my faults, and see the stones in the road that I always seem trip over, and surely they would tell me what is going to happen next?

Of course, I am wrong in this assumption.

Surely I am in more control of the path ahead of me than the one I left behind?

Of course this is only a hope and not a universal truth in any form.

Surely by now, after all of this time and these out-stretched years, I would have learned to navigate my bad habits with some grace?

And this is how wrong an ego driven mind can be.

I guarded these ignorant beliefs like they were the most precious of treasures in the world, as if I had the crystal ball of a seer in my possession, and as if I had the sole ability to use it for my own means, to see the world the way I needed it to be, but I was wrong in thinking I could navigate and control chaos by my will alone, or even at all.

It was only when I opened my eyes to see what was before me that I saw what truly was.

When I asked myself the hard questions.

When I told myself the honest truth.

When I spoke aloud the fears I held so deep.

When I finally talked to me.

I had carried this weight on my shoulders for so long that I believed it was always my destiny to carry it.

I protected a heart that failed to protect mine.

I fought for a future that existed in a confused mind, and a lost heart.

I never saw the deep cracks within the crystal, I never saw the flaws for what they always were.

I thought I could know my future by constantly looking too far back into my past, and yet all I was ever attempting to do was avoid the possibility of the unknown.

The universe gave me what I had asked for, over and over again.

I tripped over the same stones in my path, over and over again.

I held myself back from seeing the truth I knew had always been, over and over again.

I tried to make the past my present, and over and over again I failed.

Looking back now, but not for my past alone, all I see is a blur of images, of emotions, and it is not with a desire to control the will of this chaotic and impersonal universe.

Instead I am choosing to look back as if to say somehow say goodbye in a better way.

I am learning to no longer stare back or ahead, but to somehow stare the present in the face and learn to say hello without the fear and apprehension I have become so accustomed to.

I am trying to stand rooted in this moment that I am in, open to whatever may come, knowing that this crystal ball has always been useless and irreparable, and that I wouldn't want it any other way…because a future seen is already the past.

With the eyes of the ego I was blind, and with my eyes closed in silence and respect, I can now see.

Come what may. 

Day 201 "Donuts And Denials"

In the pursuit of living healthy you inevitably stop along the way to try something not so healthy.

Every single one of us knows what is good for us, and even who is good for us.

Yet we still eat and embrace with abandon don’t we?

All of us know the consequences of our actions when we stray from the safe path, the path usually less exciting than the one that might do us in and break us down in the end.

Even though we know we should not keep the company of strangers, we still stray and get lost with the strangest of them anyway.

In the pursuit of trying to outrun the clock a moment longer we make promises, to slow down, or to devour less, and to love with clenched fists ready for the worst, in the hopes that we can protect the best.

Yet we still, and forever, take Time The Thief for granted, .and we fall back into the exciting addictions of the past.

Why when we know what it takes to live a moment longer, to protect out hearts a second more, do we still challenge the Fates with stepping out of the lines so much?

Is it because it makes us feel alive?

Perhaps because it ignites our desire to feel and experience the dangerous unknown, for the emotional payoff of surviving the choice that we knew we should have never made?

Who knows why we put off a healthy and responsible choice until tomorrow?

Perhaps it makes us feel alive more than we do?

Perhaps it makes us stronger in the end?

Perhaps it just tastes too good not to indulge in a bit more than we know we ever should?

Day 200 "Vengeance Is Mine!"

I did say to watch out closely to who you choose to laugh at and ridicule, that there is nothing more dangerous than a vengeful mind with time on its hands...and even more dangerous when that vengeful mind has a full bottle of Krazy Glue!

Day 199 "Start To Finish To Start"

If you walk one foot in front of the other for a long enough time, you will no doubt come to the end of that road at some point.

There is no guarantee that the road will fork nicely into separate paths of some great potential. There are no guarantees that you won't find yourself looking down over a cliff in fear of the next step, and completely paralyzed by the fear of the unknown; but it is guaranteed that you will have to take another step, because the universe wills it to be, and so do you.

You may stand at the end of your road where you stop and take a moment to appreciate the journey that led up to this pinnacle moment, and you may stand a moment longer as you contemplate this next critical, and imminent, decision that you know you must make.

You may have to climb down the face of the cliff for a long time, grasping at any hand hold you can find, all the while trying not to look down, and trying not to give in to any fear you might have at all.

You may have to free fall to your next path, with nothing but blind faith in yourself, and with the hope that you will figure out the proper way to land without destroying yourself in the process; you might have to brace for the bottom.

If you walk with one determined foot in front of another for long enough, and with an open mind, you will come to see that no matter how you navigate the end of one path, it will eventually turn into another, and that one thing, above all else, will never change; you will always have to take one more step ahead.

The universe demands it, you demand it.

Day 198 "Superman?"

I don't have any superpowers, none that I know of anyway.

There have been times in my life where I thought invisibility might be a potential power of mine, but then a friend reached out and showed me that was not the case at all.

There have been times in my life when I thought I could see the future, but then life showed me I was wrong all along.

There have been even more times where I thought I could stop time and stay in the moment forever, but then Time The Thief showed me that I truly control nothing more than my reactions alone, and even those are almost impossible to get right.

I used to think that I could read minds, and then a lover showed me that I can't even read the minds of the ones I thought I knew the best.

There have been times where I thought I could carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, but then a friend showed me that would never be the case at all.

I have often thought that I could run faster than Fate, but then I woke up older and tired, and knowing that I am forever attached to the universes will.

I used to believe that I had impenetrable skin, but then life threw daggers made of a metal I have never known to exist, and every single one thrown hit its mark.

There have been times where I felt as though my superpower was the universes will to self-destruct, but then I felt an energy within myself that would never let me believe that terrible lie at all.

I may not have any superpowers to call my own, but I do have hope for better days, for better moments, and hope that there is still time to save myself from this anxiety.

I may not have any superpowers at all, but I do have this life of potential anything to live still, and to be honest, I never needed superpowers anyway.

Day 197 "End Debate"

I have heard some ask "Why in a world where the fork and spoon exist do we still use chopsticks?"

I have only one answer..."Because we can".

Day 196 "I Forgot To Remember"

I have been hard on myself.

I can tell you that no other has criticized my every move more than I, no other has pushed me as hard as I do, and no other ever demanded this much of me.

I know that I could have tried to make every meeting on time, that I could have tried to make it to every important event that those I care about celebrate, I know that I could have tried to be more than this critical recluse; I know that I should have tried.

I know that I could have cried on the shoulder of another, that I could have leaned a little more on those I care for more than I did for support.

I know that I didn't have to carry this weight in this silence, alone, for as long as I did; I know that I didn't have to be so hard on myself.

I learned a tough lesson in trust, and a hard lesson in forgiveness, and an almost impossible lesson in trying to let go of the things I loved so much.

I know I didn't have to look in the rear view mirror so long, that I didn't have to analyze the trail of my footsteps for so long, that I didn't have to leave my heart so wide open for so long; I think I know that anyway.

I have been terribly hard on myself, by staring Time The Thief in the face as often as I could, for as long as I did, and at clenching my fists in response for not being able to control the chaotic will of the universe; and for making the mistake in thinking that I ever could.

I know that I could have been more honest than I was to myself, that even if I spoke a lie to another did not mean that it was acceptable to lie to myself, and I know that I locked myself inside a desire to a change I was never quite ready for; and I have been so very hard on myself, too hard on myself.

I should never have forgotten that I could never be perfect, that I could never continue to try to outshine the sun, and that my strength would not always be enough. I should never have forgotten that falling is not failing.

I should never have forgotten that it was a fool’s errand to try to be more than I was destined to be, or that I could ever try to control the happiness and desires of another.

I should never have forgotten that I cannot control anything but my reactions, that I have no power over more than my perception, and that control is the hardest thing to control.

why did I try so hard to erase so many meaningful years, only to end up some place meaningless?

Why the hell did I have to make it so hard on myself? Why do I still make it so hard on myself? Why do I expect so much more than what I have become?

How could I have ever forgotten that I am not perfect, and that there is freedom in knowing that I never had to be, that I never could be?

How could I have ever forgotten that with hope in my heart and the will to protect that hope, that it was always going to work itself out in the end, somehow?

How could have I forgotten that I don't have to write every moment in my history, that I cannot control the hand of Fate, and that there is freedom in not trying to, that sometimes it is better to let the web weave itself, and to allow yourself to be tangled within it.

How could I ever let myself forget that I was alive, that with every moment, no matter how dark it was, I was still always alive.

How could I ever forget that I was blessed another moment in this body, in this mind, and alongside these other souls who search as well?

I was given a gift to fight another day, to survive another moment…to exist another moment more.

Why would I ever lose this appreciation to experience an emotion, any emotion, for even another second more?

I remember now that no safe passage has ever been promised, that no previously traveled path lays ahead of me to walk, and that I do not know the limits of anything I will experience yet in this life.

I remember the most important lesson that this day has brought me, and hopefully tomorrow will as well…I remember that I am still alive.

Day 195 "Just Saying"

Watch out closely to who you choose to laugh at and ridicule, for there is nothing more dangerous than a vengeful mind with time on its hands.

Day 194 "Demons Down The River"

There are still so many daunting expectations for myself, so many demands on what I am to accomplish, who I am supposed to be, and who I am supposed to leave behind.

Not a day exists where I don’t trip over this ego’s desire to push myself further ahead, to keep my head above the waterline, to somehow keep myself from joining my demons at the bottom of the riverbed.

I have learned to manage the stresses I no doubt created, but how long can I manage these without taking these stresses on head on?

I have learned to weather the storms I no doubt have given momentum to, but how long can I be expected to stand against these emotional forces with my eyes closed in fear?

I have found strength in knowing that I still have the ability to escape this chaos of ambition, that I still have the ability to still my mind, but how long can I escape what I cannot accept?

How long do I ever have before this impossible river takes me away?

I stand atop the edge of a cliff, submitting completely to the beauty of nature, in the hope that I can keep ahead of these demons that always seem to keep close pace with my every step, as if the past itself refuses to wash down and away from this present mind.

I gaze into the water, trying to see the reflection of a familiar face, trying to see myself without this mask, trying to feel at peace, if only for a single moment.

The waterfall does not slow its pace for me, it does not care to calm itself long enough to not distort my reflection in the disturbed water, it does not desire to give me peace on my terms.

I stand atop this ledge, staring into the unstoppable force of my life, and I let go for a single moment, this desire to control everything…and for one beautiful moment I witness as the waterfall washes all these demons down into my past.

Day 193 "Concrete Jungle"

I have had this dream before.

Standing at the waters edge, everything is silent and safe, everything is right where it belongs, everything matters.

In my waking life I find myself living in this city of concrete and dead Gods, just a constant grind for money and success and physical perfection; hopefully you can find some faith during Yoga.

In this dream I used to feel content with listening to the slight movement of the water, and with feeling the soft breeze across my skin; with knowing that I still took the time to reflect, but now there is a distortion in the clarity and now there is a fundamental change…now there is the knowledge that I am also a part of the grind, and so unwillingly so.

I don't know how long it will take to get back to the quiet, the silent and safety, and of the dreams that reflect the past, but I do know that for now I have no interest in any of that anyway.

For now, I am quite content in giving in to the flawed desires of a complicated city mind.

For now, I am going to spend a little more time inside the noise of this concrete jungle.

For now, I am going to dream of a time where I will listen to my dreams once again, and not just lament their passing.

Day 192 "This Mountain, This Life"

I climb this mountain with no rulebook, no guide, no safety net, and nothing to guarantee me a safe journey.

I climb this life with hope, desire, and fear. I try not to look down or back too often, and all throughout this ascent I try to climb for me and me alone; but life has other plans.

I may try to reach the peak for myself, but all the while I search for the acceptance of the others that I believe might be watching.

I may climb this titan with selfishness in mind, but for the sake of others is why we move to the next handhold, isn’t that the case?

I have looked down and back so many times in the hope that if I turn back I might safely find my way back to the bottom, but I know from here any step back will only throw me fast towards the impersonal ground below.

Everything moment on this path erases the footsteps and markers I left behind, and I think I may have forgotten the path I originally mapped out altogether now.

I have been learning to climb by instinct and by will, by hope and by silence, and all this time learning the true meaning of faith.

Faith in yourself.

Faith in the universe.

Faith in the power of will alone.

I climb this mountain and this life with no guarantee of ever reaching a dream, but that doesn’t make me any less blessed to be given the ability to try.

Day 191 "Breaking The Habit"

Day 191---Breaking The Habit

There are so many addictions to acquire in this lifetime. A novel filled with bad habits that we will one day have to try to overcome and try to erase from the pages; but so many of these addictions will refuse to be defeated, and many of them will become who we are, to be read by friends and enemies alike.

Sometimes I think I may be addicted to my past, addicted to a history that blurs out and fades every moment of every day. Sometimes I actually believe that I can stall the momentum of Time The Thief.

I know in so many ways that I may be addicted to this desire for solitude. I watch as I push away the world to protect my own. I keep myself too busy to stop and think about the fact that I cannot keep this addiction if I am to ever be happy again.

I am addicted to these distractions, this technology, these things, and all because they help hide the sound of the choice I know I have to make, but I don’t really want to.

I have not yet faced my fears head on, and for this failure they have now taken up following my every footstep, stalking my every potential future.

I used to know what all my addictions were, I used to believe that they would just disappear after a while, that they would fade over time, and in many ways I never truly believed this to be true.

I used to believe that all my addictions needed to be fought, that I had to win against all of them, or else I would never be truly happy; I used to think that.

Not all addictions are bad.

Not all addictions are there to make your life harder.

Some addictions are beautiful.

Some addictions are both inspiring and necessary.

Some addictions are worth getting addicted to, even if you know they will one day be the end of you.

Some addictions are dangerous but amazing, fulfilling and scary, some addictions are who you are and all that you are.

Not all addictions happen by chance. Some are chosen and accepted, while others are strangers with a hidden agenda.

Not all addictions are worth forgiving, are worth the risk, or worth the expected payment.

Not all addictions are your choice to overcome, but all these addictions make you who you are, but the ones that you choose to keep are the ones that define who you are.

Day 190 "Never Leave"

For a moment that feels like a lifetime,

I feel weakened by the loss of a loved one.

For a day that feels like many years drawn out,

I am lost without their guidance.

For a moment that refuses to move beyond the pain,

I am separated from my strength without their support.

For a day that feels like it has no sunshine left,

I am broken and divided from their absence.

For a long moment that feels like an eternity,

I am unable to forgive myself for the words I never had the chance to say.

For one more day and for the rest of my life I will take comfort, that in my heart they never left at all…not even for one single moment.

Day 189 "No Strings Attached"

We should thank the ones, those precious few that help us pursue our dreams, our goals, and our personal visions; we should appreciate them more often than we do.

We should try not to take for granted the ones that make the conscious choice to spend their life essence in order to buy time with us.

We are not owed anything from anyone, despite the lies spoken from our ego.

We are not required to fulfill the lives of another, we are not needed to help them make it through. The people that choose willingly to spend time with us, simply put, do not need us; it is a gift that they would believe that they do.

We should thank ourselves for never giving up on our dreams, our goals, and our own personal visions.

We should never take for granted the power of self-realization, of self-acceptance, and self-manifestation.

We should never make the mistake of taking for granted the strength of our own hearts desires and our immense ability to overcome this lives many trials, alone.

We should never forget to thank the fire inside for refusing to extinguish itself.

We should never forget that we do not need to have our own backs, that we do not need to fight for our happiness, that we do not need to try to make our time here fulfilling. It is only a gift that we believe we do.

We carry inside the knowledge of the strength of perception, and we know that what we believe is always the most compelling story to read.

We do not owe it to anyone to smile as much as we can, or to try to overcome the seemingly impossible mountain that stands before us. We are not in debt to unknown forces to hold on to hope and defend it to the very end, but it is one of the most honorable battles you will ever fight if you do.

We are not in debt to appreciate anything at all. There are no strings attached that can pull on our intentions strong enough move us to say “thank-you” for anything at all.

We are free from all obligations to put in the effort to show that we care at all; but it is one of the greatest gifts of all just to know that we can.

Day 188 "Disappointment, Hope, And The Dance"

Disappointment; there is no outrunning it, not a chance, not even the slightest of a chance, not even close to being in the same realm as the one you believe you currently exist in.

If you smile long enough, that smile will eventually transform into a frown.

If you laugh long enough, that laughter will eventually draw tears.

If you have something that you have become proud to own, you will eventually lose that ownership in the flames of ego.

If your heart is aflame it will one day cool from the cold winds ahead.

If you have found something irreplaceable, you will eventually lose it to the will of Time The Thief.

In a life that dances always on the edge of double sided blade, there is always hope to be found for all the hopeless chill the weather can bring, and as long as you draw breath you are a testament to the very power of that word; hope.

If you scream "I am alive!" long enough, you will eventually be heard by your own spirit, and you will ignite the flame in your heart once again.

If your wounded heart is left open to the hope that you will one day find another great thing, another fulfilling moment, it will eventually warm again.

If you find something to call your own, you will have it as company alone, and never should you make the mistake to try to own this thing ever again.

What we have we do not own. What we lose we have not fully lost. In a world of such disappointment and hope, we can only share in the dance.