Life (working title)

This is a poem I wrote a day I felt particularly good.

Life is indescribable

In one word I could never describe it

Life is many things

But most importantly, life is me

I AM life

I am the trees, I am the children playing in the street, I am the birds fluttering their wings, I am her and I am him

Thinking any different is the cause of great division

We are one

When she smiles at me I can feel it in my soul.

The melody of the song reaches depths unknown and permeates my once tough exterior

When they are happy, I am too

I feel like I’m walking on air

Everything is so easy

If only everyday could feel like this

Wait a minute… what if it can?

Born Free?

More than anything I just want to be free.

Free me

Free from pain

Free from scars

Free to explore

Free to conquer

Free to love

Free to fail

Free to forgive

Free to do nothing and just be for a minute

Free not to feel alone

Free to be with someone and feel a oneness

Free to live

Free to be

Sweet Middle

Unplugged but not off the grid

In love but not attached

Curious but not confused

Lost but found

High but down to earth

Alone but not lonely

Consume but not be consumed

Sad but happy

Indulge but not self-indulgent

Thoughtless but not empty-headed

Sure of himself but nothing is certain

Dead to self but more than alive

Restrained but not hesitant

Forgiving but not fooled

Spirit yet flesh

Music but a single note

A fortress yet a meadow

Travel the world but still never leave home

Surrendered but not captive

Isolation Therapy #2

Sept. 25th, 2019

I sit here writing, I’m not sure why…

The beauty of language.

Ah, it just came to me.

The very idea that lacing sentences together could be a craft. I love my life… oh, that’s a bit off-topic. But yes, back to language. Language is a positively wonderful thing because it allows us to express what’s going on inside our heads. Also, language largely comprises the make-up of our day-in, day-out thinking. Just imagine if we didn’t have it. But just like someone can be a master craftsman with words, so can someone speak to you through music. We’ve all heard the phrase “this is speaking to me.” I think this can be true in the metaphysical sense.

Just imagine. I’m in my room, the atmosphere is positively romantic and I’m listening to smooth jazz. The music speaks to the environment and by extension, my radiant soul.

In other words, it “speaks to me.” Everything can be said without so much as a word. This is also why others have described silence as deafening. Silence is almost like an entity that can devour you and the room whole. If you are resistant to it, it will cause a great deal of pain because silence will devour you anyway. This is why a lot of people cry when they are finally alone with no distractions.

In today’s world, everyone is trying to avoid solace/silence/isolation. You might just discover that your own company is much more pleasurable than that of others if you sit with no distractions for a bit and just take in the moment.

It’s a fun time indeed.

Nothing like it.

So good to see you again.

Learning to Forgive Myself and Building a Relationship

A lot of people seem to forget that the most important person you can build a relationship with is yourself. Without a solid connection to yourself, a lot of your exterior relationships will suffer.

Lately I’ve been working on honoring the things that make me feel good and shunning the things that don’t make me feel good.

Recently though, I did something that didn’t align with my standards and instead of beating myself up about it, I forgave myself instead.

Shocking, right? You might be wondering what I did but that’s not important. A lot of what kept me in a rut so many months ago was ruminating on the past. I just couldn’t let things go. I spent time and time again playing scenarios back in my head wishing I would have did things differently but…

It was too late. That past happened and I had to come to reconciliation with that. They say time heals all wounds well after years of fighting with my very being I just got tired of fighting.

When you really accept yourself even for all your supposed flaws and shortcomings, you build such a strong tether to yourself that almost nothing can shake you.

If a friend came to you after fucking up and instead of telling him everything was going to be okay you berate him — what kind of friend would you be?

That’s what you do when you slip up and get angry at yourself. You’re not being a very good friend.

Everyone in the world could forgive you but until you forgive yourself are you truly forgiven?

Guys, we have to start building that relationship, understand that we are human and that nobody is perfect. Such a cliché but it couldn’t ring more true in today’s society.

When you do, watch everything change.

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