Life is happening. All the time.
The question about this is simple. Even when the answers are unfriendly or when the answers are unlikeable, the answers are simple too.

There will always be a choice. We might not like the choices. We might not favor either of them and sometimes, there will be days when we have to choose the lesser of two evils.
I know.
Either way, the questions are simple.
And so are the answers.

I am not fit to judge. I am not better or worse than you or anyone else. I have no right to point fingers nor am I fit to say who is righteous and who should be saved, who could be fixed, and who will always be broken.
I have no time for talks like this.

I am writing this as a note to you. Then again, all of my notes are to you.
So, I’m not sure if this is a note or if this is a moment of clarity or a moment of awareness, or maybe this is a mission statement.
Yes, that’s it.
This is all of the above.
There are stages of change, such as the moments when there is pre-contemplation, or when all is unclear and muted and unseen. Next is the wake-up call. This is when we find ourselves in the stages of contemplation and next is determination, and then comes action. Next is maintenance because nothing can be sterling without the care to keep it polished.
Understand?

I saw something interesting last night. I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I felt restless and anxious. Plus, I was hungry too.
I got up and put on some sweats and a t-shirt.
I got in my car and started to drive.

I suppose the future can start once the past is gone. So, what does that mean?
I suppose that means this moment is more important than we think.
So, here I am world, just waiting for the next big thing to come along and grab me by the hand, and off we can go at the drop of a hat. The two of us, maybe out to sea, somewhere; but hey, who knows?

Maybe this is just me rambling. Or maybe this is a rant.
Or maybe I’ve been inspired to get back to my hopes and dreams and perhaps this is a call for me to get back to the work I love.

I used to tell people that I have two jobs.
One job pays my bills.
The other job pays my heart.
I think I like that explanation.

I’ve always wanted to create my own position in the mental health industry.
Why not? I’m crazy too.

Waves come in to hit the shore.
I love it this way, the beach in the wintertime, and the cold air, the blue sky and the bright sun, which is high and full but the winds are cold—but not to me.

No, I suppose this is the warmest place I can think of.
The beach in wintertime . . .
The gulls fly overhead and the waves seem to echo, like the sound of something revolving which, to me, I see this as Mother Earth’s breathing in and out, up and down, like the chest of the world filling as she inhales, and going down as Mother breathes out.

I call this journal Random, Aimless and Unplanned because I have no agenda. I just write what’s on my mind or from the gut, so they say.
My entries are more of a subconscious flow. This means I’m not thinking about what I’m saying. I’m not worrying about the critics or their meaningless opinions or am I thinking about the judges, who have no right to judge, or the people who throw stones in glass houses and wonder about the draft.

I have nothing to prove to anyone, least of all anyone who looks to criticize or compare me to others. Rather than suffer from intimidation or let my words become muffled by intimidation, I come here to let myself go.

The bottom line is you have to live. There really is no secret.
You have to do this because there really is no other choice.
Well, maybe there is another choice but what kind of life is that?

There are two kind of lives–the life you want and the life you have.
I know what I want. And I know that I want to live.
I have to do this.
I have to do this by any means necessary.
We all do.

First light appears in the Sunday morning sky, and I am new again.
I am brand new in fact. Nothing about me is the same as yesterday.
Or perhaps I should say that in the hands of the Universe,
nothing about today is the same as it was.

There is a dream I have that has been reoccurring since my early youth. The dream itself is neither odd nor haunting but more, this dream occurs whenever change is on the way.
I am a boy in this dream and as small as I was when this dream happened for the first time, which was not so much of a dream as it was a memory of something that occurred when I was small.
I remember . . .
This took place at the birth of winter, just before the cold weather dipped below freezing.
The dream is simple and beautiful and with a sense of solace and griefless regard, I consider this both mournful and without mourning. More to the point, I see this as a symbolic gesture from within, ever reminding me that there is a spirit of something within me, building, and growing bigger.