It's not the mistakes we make, it's what we learn from those mistakes we made. "Prove it" someone wrote on my Wall today. I didn't know how to react except I backlashed in defense with the words, "no need". But, the reality is, that I am not exempt, I have to "Prove it" otherwise, it's clear that I don't care about anyone, not even My Self.
Monday, May 30, 2011
The Sickest Writer
I am the sickest writer that ever lived. I write differently than anyone I've ever known. My words are tight, my flow is syncopated, like Life's pulse and beat. We create our own melodies, and mine's an Opus- a work that continues to grow even if I lack insight, I continue I just go. I'm LIA (Living in Action). I make my own magic, and at the end of the day, I am only responsible to/for myself- I only answer to me. Everything else is an illusion. My decisions are mine, and today I want to write, drink and hang out with Morgan.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Purpose of Purpose
Purpose. Expectations. Rules. Limits...
[upon going into "ludicrous speed"]
Dark Helmet: My brains are going into my feet!
All of it seems ludicrous now. I am learning to slow down oddly enough in the space and pace of the future. Learning to get rid of the past because it makes me lose sight of what's now, what I want to do instead of the things I wished I had done. Yes, while it's sad I spent years lost and wandering, it's never too late to be "here" and "now" thanks to some dear good friends and people, my loves on their journeys and discoveries on parallel lines of existence alongside yet separate, I've learned the meaning of freedom and how much I can do without worrying. It is a work in progress, but I have never had so much fun exploring. Waiting is like a physician's waiting room, you're waiting for something, but keeping busy with what appeals to you in that space in the moment. Switching from thing to thing, until one captures your attention, and before you know it you're somewhere else.
[upon going into "ludicrous speed"]
Dark Helmet: My brains are going into my feet!
All of it seems ludicrous now. I am learning to slow down oddly enough in the space and pace of the future. Learning to get rid of the past because it makes me lose sight of what's now, what I want to do instead of the things I wished I had done. Yes, while it's sad I spent years lost and wandering, it's never too late to be "here" and "now" thanks to some dear good friends and people, my loves on their journeys and discoveries on parallel lines of existence alongside yet separate, I've learned the meaning of freedom and how much I can do without worrying. It is a work in progress, but I have never had so much fun exploring. Waiting is like a physician's waiting room, you're waiting for something, but keeping busy with what appeals to you in that space in the moment. Switching from thing to thing, until one captures your attention, and before you know it you're somewhere else.
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