Who am I if I am too reluctant to release my grip?
Even better, who am I if I am nothing more than strung, like a puppet to my past, and caught in the confines of who am I or who is anyone for that matter?
Is this not life?
Is there not an obvious line between the past, the present, and the future?

How helpful is it to hold the people who hardly regard us, as in seldom or never, and how much do we invest in relationships that come with no return?
i think this is a valuable question.

This entry is from the heart. This is from the most special place I have, which I offer to you modestly. While this is small, I offer this because this is all that I have.

Can you see this?
This is my place. Right here.
Please allow me to explain:
This is my church and my sanctuary.

This is my place of healing. More to the point, this where I come to cast my secrets to the outgoing tides. I call this place mine but I understand that I do not own this, per se. However, this place is mine as much as it can be.

This is where I come to let the sound of the gulls, and the crying birds that circle above, act like the choir of the sea.
I view the crying seagulls like the peaceful organ players at church. Holy, holy, holy for though are with me. Or so I hope.

I am a man, at least this is what I have been told. I am a man of different sorts and different experiences. I am a man of whit and arm and someone with a modest version of charisma, 
or at least I hope so.

I have lived a life or should I say that, somehow, I have spun around the sun more than 52 times.
I have seen great things. I have been to great places. And I have seen sad things and been to sad places.
I have endured and survived. At times, I have lost my freedom to the battles of self. I have been beaten back or retreated and found myself amongst the rubble of my own aftermath.
I know all about the weapons of mass, self-destruction.

I come as I am.
This is me. Right here.

I agree, to each is their own. To each is their own life and yes, to each is their own mind, their own heart, and their own air to breathe.
Not to mention, of course, I say that to each is their own right to live up to their own standards. This is true.
To each is the right to live up to our own expectations.
Good or bad.
Pass or fail.
We all have the right to live, think, feel and believe as we choose to. We all have the right to live up to our own limitations, or to exceed them and surpass our best possible dreams and make them even better.

If I am here, and I mean if I am truly here, as in present and mindful and alive and in the moment, then I have to understand what it means to be in the moment. This means I have to understand my attachments or what it means to let them go.

I say this because there is an artform which I like to call mindfulness. I swear this is beautiful.
This is alive and well and possible within all things (a least I think so).
However, this is not to say that it is simple or that no training is involved. No, this is a practice. This is a process which we learn to enjoy and perfect over time.
There is a personal level of awareness, which we call enlightenment. Hence, this becomes an achievement that allows us to be free from the bondage of self-doubt and overthinking.

This is a great thing to do.
And yes, this is a great accomplishment.

I remember the saying I used to hear back in grade school. This is the saying that taught us, “You are what you eat,” and therefore, we are what we consume.
I agree. We are what we eat. We are what we consume.
We are what we think and feel.
I agree with this too because how could we be anything else?

We are the sum of our assumptions. Therefore, even if our assumptions do us a disservice, same as unhealthy foods can be unkind for the body, then unhealthy thinking is unkind to the soul.

It is morning, again and I am grateful.
I am wondering about the birth and creation of new things or the possible rebirth of everyday life. I am thinking about our wealth that has nothing to do with our home address or the size of our bank account.
I am thinking about our inherent wealth. This is the wealth that we were born with and the wealth that we live with as well as the wealth that we overlook or take for granted.

We all have this.

I am here in the midst of so many things. I am alive and well, at least for the most part. I have all my fingers and toes. My eyes are not perfect, but I can see and therefore, I still have the benefit of sight.
I cannot hear as well as I used to but regardless, I can hear well enough to enjoy the sound of my dreams or my most special loved one.
I can touch and I can feel. I can taste. I can think.
However, I have grown to the point and understand that thinking is often the root of our own great suffering. Now is a good time to change this.

Let it go.
I have been told this for years.
Let it go.
Stop thinking about the things that drag you down or pull you back and keep you from being free.

What does it mean to be free?
What does it mean to be disconnected from the thoughts which betray you?

Or here’s a good question, how often do you imagine the scenarios that hurt your own feelings?

What does it mean to separate or divorce yourself from the ideas that spin you around? Better yet, what causes you to spiral down and lose another day in your life?