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Love is an incredible drug

Once I have it I’m so afraid to lose it

and if I give it, sometimes I fear it’ll be rejected

so at times I withhold it… because if I admit I love you, really love you, then I am vulnerable. I’ve given my power away.

You love me now, but will you love me tomorrow?

I think about how time takes everything away… and eventually we say good bye to everything in this material world

Everything is borrowed. Temporary. Here and then not here.

Ain’t that some shit?

But that’s also a very limiting perspective of what the possibilities really are. So don’t let my cynicism bring you down.

Have you ever watched the movie, “What dreams may come”?

Perhaps life is more romantic than I think it is.
Perhaps it’s more magical than I allow it to be.
Perhaps it’s more beautiful than the jaded part of me allows me to see.

Anyway…

I don’t wanna be cynical and negative
and keep complaining to you like I always do

But I wanted to vent a little bit…

Other things I’ve been reflecting on:
“We’re all walking each other home” a quote I’m heavily resonating with.

We need to get our shit together.
The “they” and “them” we keep waiting to do something about our problems is me and you.

It’s up to us to stir this ship in the direction we wish it to go.

Older generations dying off – and we are the leaders of today’s world.

We are the doctors, the teachers, the janitors, the law makers, the jail keepers, the deli clerk, the guy in the corner asking for a dollar — it’s us. This is it and this is us. This is our planet in the condition that it’s in. Thank you for all you do.

Thank you for the roads, they get us to and from places.
Thank you for the food you planted: we can just easily choose them in our abundant markets. Thank you for the water in my pipes. Thank you for pizza. For electricity. For my iPhone. For the music you make.

You’re all incredible.

Room for improvement? Yes. Complaining isn’t enough. We have to DO something about it. Taking accountability and with loving kindness, compassion, order, justice and with virtue construct what we wish to see.

Ego, tame it.

I’m sorry goes a long way. Be willing to accept you’re not perfect either. Be willing to take accountability for your side and part of the equation. We’re all human and make mistakes. Forgive. Heal. Let go. Move on. Restore.

What’s the point of creating suffering for each other? It’s much better if we’re having fun. If we’re healthy. If we are using our brain power for good. To have an awesome and lovely party here on our beautiful planet Earth. Walking each other through the days that unfold.

Be kind

Have patience

Plant good seeds

Let’s take care of each other

——

also,

I think I’m in love.

And I’m excited and scared all at the same time

but what I really want most is to trust

trust the process

trust life

and maybe to believe in God again

a good God

One that truly cares about all and is for all, even the naughty ones in the bunch – without judgement

just love

Pure love

——

oh,

I think I also want a baby. Lol

absurd! I never thought I’d say that

but first, I’m more focused on building security

and finding myself, my voice, and be more ingrained and aligned in my work.

Maybe I’ll adopt.

but honestly who knows… I can die tomorrow for all I know (here’s my cynicism again 😩). I can be so dark sometimes but also so light — it’s annoying to hold both these energies. Can’t I just be normal? Can’t I just be a normal person who doesn’t think so much and feel so much? Is that what normal even is?

ok I’m done

If you’re reading this, wow

you’re the real MVP

I’ve always dreamt of having people read my words 🥹

you’re a dream come true

thank you

I love you

^ I don’t even know you, how can I say I love you

I don’t know, I think I just do


Answer

I’ve been thinking a lot about love

aaand… I’m pretty convinced it’s THE ANSWER

not love in a romantic, idealized way — though that’s part of it too 😉

I mean love in a vibrational sense

Which is not something quite understood by thought alone

it’s something that is experienced

It’s a way

It’s the fact of all facts

It’s the motherlode

It’s actual and literal perfection

It’s a force

It’s a thing and not a thing

It’s a paradox

It’s not a paradox (lol)

It’s confusing, it makes all the sense

and it is something that I am still in process of understanding

I’m falling in love with life

the world

my body

with the minor details embedded in the fibers of existence

in the beauty woven into every moment that unravels and dissolves into the nothingness

There’s been thoughts of the eternal

Does it end?

Will it all end?

What does that look like for there to be an end?

Does it re-spawn out of nothing all over again?

Did it ever spawn out of nothing to begin with?

hmmmm…. lots to think about


I think I’m in love

but I don’t know

Just gonna roll with it

….

Also, how do we stop being mean to one another?

How do we learn to communicate better?

To forgive? To heal? To quantum leap and stop with our bullshit

Also important stuff to think about

It’s all in the work, bitches

I’ve also been listening to a lot of Brazilian music

I just wanna dance naked on beach with a margarita

Rewind

Song on repeat
Chest sinking
Another wine glass by the bedside

Reflection in the mirror —
Puffy eyes.
Waking up from another terrible dream
Another dream where you walk away
And it’s not meant to be 😥

Sigh…

Today isn’t as bad as its been

They say grief happens in stages

Some days I go on streaks without thinking of you
Then suddenly remember “Oh wow, I haven’t thought about you all day!”
[the irony]

Some days it feels heavy, disappointing, angry
Some days it feels hopeful and even happy
Sometimes I want to share that happiness with you…

Sometimes I want to tell you about something cool I saw,
Share what I think would make you laugh…

Most times I feel mad at you for how selfish you have been,
and mad at myself for how stupid I have been

Yet a part of me wishes we could fix it all.
Can we rewind the tape?
Can we go back to the days when we’d wake up excited like kiddos
When every day felt like an adventure

But when I really think about it, I don’t even want to.


How many times can we rewind before we eventually get sick of hearing the same song…

I am better off as the person I am becoming
And I hope you are too

Perhaps when the sun has set just enough times to heal the wounds
Maybe then we will meet again…

or not…

nonetheless, the memories and the lessons will play on



Meaningless

Sometimes I look at some of the stuff I’ve written here and I cringe. But at the same time, I don’t care. These are my thoughts…out loud…

I haven’t written here in a while. I haven’t been as inspired as I used to be.

I’ve been busy with so many projects. Trying to make it all happen.

There is so much I want to tell you but I don’t have the energy tonight to share it all.

This is probably going to end up being just a bunch of meaningless words…

I’m trying to figure it all out (as usual)…

I wonder if we ever “figure it all out” or if life is just an endless search.

I don’t even want to share this because of how pointless it is. But I really wanted to create something. Even if it’s just meaningless…

Text

How is it that one text can transform the entire trajectory of your timeline?

We were supposed to eat dinner together.

But now I’m alone.

The nagging feeling in my system couldn’t let it go.

Maybe I’m crazy.

But this is the choice of my gamble.

I was willing to bet – blind.

Maybe it’s a mistake.

Maybe it’s just what is needed.

C’est la vie.

Hello, it’s me…

I feel like I’ve been MIA on here for a while.

And right now there is so much I want to tell you.

Where do I start?

So many images flooding through my mind.

I’m trying to figure it out. As usual.

Life’s a fucking trip, man.

My biggest concern is that I am aging. My youth is slipping. Every day. And I want to set myself up for success.

Success according to my standards.
Meaning I feel good and look good and have abundance in my life. Abundance in all areas. For as long as I possibly can.

We can’t always control the outside, but we can always control the inside.

I want to feel connected, inspired, aligned more often.

Which means I need to let go of my limiting, negative internal dialogue.
Breathe. Be present. Stay calm. Trust.

I welcome more gratitude.
More trust. More faith. More confidence.

I am trying to decide what path I am going to be taking in my career. I also need more discipline.

I know I want to do all these great things, and I’ve already started… But I also know where I need to make adjustments.

This isn’t even really what I want to tell you… but these are the thoughts coming up right now.

I just briefly want to touch on my average IQ.

I’m nothing great. I’m nothing beyond standard. Average intellect.

Can someone like me – average, really produce something genius? Something new? Something that hasn’t already been done before.

I mean… I just had a thought in my head right now but I don’t want to go into it right now because it’s too intense to type and I don’t feel like getting intense.

Anyway…

What more can I tell you?

Oh. I’ve been learning to give less fucks.

I mean I still give plenty of fucks but a little less now.

It’s been helping greatly.

Whereas before I felt overly responsible for people’s feelings, now I feel less so.
Whereas before I felt overly concerned about certain outcomes, now I feel less so.

What a relief!

Still a work in progress.

I want to get to the point where I am literally able to just actually say what’s on my mind regardless of scenario. Like fuck you, I’m not going to pretend because you can’t manage your own goddam feelings — and you shouldn’t have to pretend for me either.

That’s how we get a bunch of fake people and create fake interactions based on false presentation.

Fuck that,

I’m vulgar sometimes.

I’m sorry. But not sorry.

Sometimes I am ashamed of my background. Growing up in low class has me picking up certain behaviors, speech patterns, thought processes. And has given me a certain experience of life compared to those in higher class, affluent communities.

I wish I was more educated. Or that I had paid attention in school. I didn’t know better.

But I wouldn’t want to be all proper and not know my hood shit. I actually love both. I love both sides of the coin. I love intelligent conversation, big words, tall postures, class, poise, elegance, luxury.

I also love me some late night grungy nights in a dirty NYC basement where I’m thrashing my head back and fourth screaming “YEAH, DJ SPIN THAT SHIT.”

Best of both worlds.

I also love to explore other cultures.

I can’t wait to travel.

See the world. Learn new things.

“Things.” I hate that I use the word “things” to describe experiences I want because I lack a more descriptive word. There goes that IQ issue I’ve been talking about. My two little brain cells just scrambling in there trying to come up with the right words.

Anyway.

Enough of my  bullshit.

Kudos to you if you survived until the end of this reflection.

Good-bye, it’s me.

Free Write

I’m eating broccoli.

Wearing shorts. And knee high socks. Cuz, why not?

I say “cuz” a lot. And I don’t like it. I feel like it makes me sound uneducated.

Speaking of uneducated…

The truth is I don’t have much of an intellect.

I mean, I can do the basics, what most people can.

But there’s really nothing grand about my mind. I am average.

And sometimes I feel really slow. It takes me some time to understand things….

 

….

There has been a break since I have started this post. At least an hour or more.

I don’t even feel like writing anymore.

 

I didnt even feel like it when I started really.

 

I’ve been feeling so blocked at times.

Also having trouble with my speech.

 

 

But I am okay!

There is so much I  want to tell you.

But now is not the time.

 

Ok. Bye

Timid

How long will I hide behind these walls?

How long will I play nice?

Always nice. Always good. Always giving.

Is that the way?

 

Traces

I see the evidence of the imprint you’ve left manifested in my reality.

And now, in this period of uncertainty, it is unclear how the timeline will unfold.

There is more on the chess table than I can control.

There are images, stories in my head that leave me discouraged. With little option but to let go. To stop wanting to put a square peg into a round hole.

*Breathe*

I’ve been in this place before.

It is time to take a different approach. To do different to get different. To stop doing the same old thing in the face of a new reality that beckons me to morph into new form.

It’s the process of going from caterpillar to butterfly. A butterfly whose wings are marked with the imprint of the past who shaped it.

I will always carry a little peice of you with me. You’ve marked my life in ways that influenced my path; influenced my story.

*Sigh*

What a wonderful and messy life this is.

 

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