Dear Dylan, I hope that you let your breath and heart guide each step, with a mind wide open. I hope that you continue to act with integrity, grit, and continue to develop and fine-tune your empathy. May your steps fall on solid ground more often than not, and I pray that the ground falls … Continue reading Letter to my future self.
Buried 10,000 fathoms deep, a cage sunken down full of venom and rage, sometimes rises to the surface and unleashes itself onto the world. It cares not what stands in its path, for it is a one eyed monster - it wants blood, and it wants it now. It wants to rip doors off hinges … Continue reading my rage.
Cats belong to no one. They venture beyond the garden, scaling walls, starting brawls and selectively show affection to strangers. They are fed and have their thirst quenched by a human or two, and they may even claim a room, too - but they belong to no one, they merely stop by to visit. Cats … Continue reading Where to meow?
Why do we open our hearts up when the most likely outcome is pain and suffering? Why do I choose this path, over and over and over and over... have I not learned my lesson... will I ever? Tender hearts break easily, porcelain falls, accidentally, ricocheting off of the tiles; 'twas but an accident, a … Continue reading Tender hearts break easily
They say we fall into love, as if the floor underneath us had given way. Do we have any control over this enveloping feeling... do I have any control over how I feel about you? This uncertainty hurts, and I know that expectation is something which we must distance ourselves from, but to open myself, … Continue reading Where does love live?
Life is breath, and breath is flux; in, out - forever undulating, well at least until the last breath of life is breathed. To live is to change, literally. The universe is and always has been falling apart; entropy. True in relationships, too. Expectations are artificial, for how can you impose rigidity and structure on … Continue reading The Tides of Life.
Blind spots, we all have them. Visually, mentally, relationally - we are afflicted. We can believe with certainty that our reality is so, but our blind spots make it possible for this reality to simultaneously not be so. It pains me to know that there is always something that I'm missing. I continuously feel that … Continue reading Blind spots.
Love is not enough. You may experience the most breathtaking attraction to someone, but this, this isn't enough. Nor is compatibility alone enough to support a romantic relationship; you must have both. A relationship with only love, is a relationship where you cannot agree on how life should be, where you should live, and what … Continue reading Love is not enough
If you want to reach the highest heights - you must work. You must grind harder than anyone. You must work intelligently and you must adapt to changing circumstances, pivoting to further your mission, else risk losing effectiveness and efficiency, ultimately falling by the way side. Blood thirsty hounds are hot on your trail, and … Continue reading You must WORK.
Oh how I love her so; out of reach, but I don't know if it's forever. One tells themselves it's forever, so as to enable moving on, to make it easier, to let go and replant - to grow. But distance, temporal nor physical seems to separate us so. To and fro, like the waves … Continue reading Hope is a dangerous game.