The following is about strength so as you read; I will kindly ask that you keep an open mind. This is not a plea or a cry for help. Instead, this is a roadmap that starts from where I came from and leads to where I am now, today, here with you.
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You Just Have To Mean it
We were at the start of a job on an old pipe in an old column of a commercial office building on Lexington Avenue.
Keep in mind, this pipe was domestic cold water line. It was an old pipe and galvanized. The pipe was also placed in this column, sealed up, and untouched since the original construction, which was completed in 1927.
About Being a Punk
To the young, they think they’ll never be old.
For them, they think youth will stay young forever.
This means we can be wild forever.
We can play forever.
We can feel alive forever
and we can live without caution or worry.
When you’re young, tomorrow is just another day.
Nothing really matters.
At least, not really.
When you’re young, you’re still young enough to defy the idea of time.
Time is just a minute away.
And to the young, life is still young
and minutes are more than plentiful.
From The Daddy Diaries: About The Old Man and The Sea
We left the dock just before sunup. It was warm and the winds were mostly calm. Everything was quiet. All there was to hear were the sounds of an early morning summer breeze and the seawater moving through the back canals. The reports from offshore said the seas were somewhere between 2’ and 3’ rollers, which is fine. Soon enough, with all aboard, we prepared to move slowly through the “No wake” zone. I started the engines and one of the crew untied the ropes around the cleats.
I loved it this way. When it’s quiet, I mean. The only people around are the people heading offshore. The marina was empty and all was quiet. I loved the sound my engines made and the vibration that I felt beneath my feet while standing at the wheel. She was mine, alright. She was all mine.
Freedom
I believe in the soul.
Even if others tell me there is no such thing, I believe in the soul and the soul’s need to be free.
I believe in the inner self.
I believe in the “Us” deep within that has been covered by layer upon layer of emotion and experience. I believe in the inner self, yearning and aching to break out from beneath the weight of all things.
Priority #1
Life has a way of teaching us lessons. And if we don’t learn the first time, the lesson comes back around again; only, the next time the lesson is more intense. And it goes this way until we learn.
Eventually, something happens and suddenly, a light comes on. Maybe we can call this an “Ah-ha!” moment. Maybe we have what people call a spiritual awakening or in more intense situations, we have what people consider to be a divine intervention.
Or, maybe something occurs; maybe this is as simple realization, which allows us to see things as they really are.
Something happens and suddenly, we take notice.
We see the need for change.
We come to this moment and find a need to take action. But what is action without reason?
More importantly, what is change without motivation. How do we maintain long-term goals without feeling motivated or inspired?
Personal Redemption
I want to find myself somewhere (with you) now, beside a tree I once knew in a different life. I was younger then. But of course you already knew that. Everything that happens to us before now is something that happened when we were younger. This means we are constant. We will always be constant (So help me God) so long as as we believe this way, we will always be allowed to grow.
I want find myself here (with you) beside this tree on a hill at a place where I store my memories. I was young at the time. The hill was behind a big main house on a farm I once knew. The tree was not so much unlike any other. The tree is just a tiny part of this place. But yet, at the same time, this tree is symbolic of something so much bigger.
Continue readingFrom The Daddy Diaries: Time And A Few Memories
There is nothing in the world more irretrievable than time. Nothing, whatsoever is as precious, as fleeting, and as ongoing as the turning of a clock.
She was little once. She was small enough to fit inside my arm. The world was big to her; much bigger than anything I could compare to. Then again, the world was new. Everything was new. Literally, everything was like something brand new and out of the box.
My little girl was my little girl then.
I remember.
Life Volume 1: What’s Your R.A.S.O.
Have you ever watched someone begin a personal program? Whether the program is exercise based or diet based; whether the program is a newly acquired position at work, whether the program is a new relationship or a new schedule designed to create life changes, in the beginning, have you ever noticed the way some approach the starting line and how they blast off out from the gate?
Continue readingLife Vol. 1: One OF My Policies
More and more, I see the world changing, which is fine because change is a natural act and no amount of pretending will ever change this fact. I see this in business and in personal interactions.
Everyone has an opinion. Everyone has their own system of beliefs. Everyone has their own political view, their own passions, and their own rights to each. You have your way and I have mine.
More and more, however, I see a great imposition between others with conflicting opinions. I see fights and division. I see hatred and frustration and people pointing fingers at this one or that one, quick to say which one is right or wrong, but never daring to listen to an opposing view because it my disturb their system f beliefs
The Written Addiction 