I swore it felt like my life was the same as listening to someone reading in a classroom. I felt like my life was information being read to me and I would try to keep up and read along. I felt like a kid in the wrong class and everyone took turns reading the next paragraph. But the anticipation of my turn always made me uncomfortable. I would be so nervous that I had to count the number of heads of who would read before me, and along the way, I would Continue reading
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Balance
Let’s be very real for the moment.
Balance . . .
Isn’t this what everybody wants? I mean, think about it; here we are in this crazy mixed up place, we’re all here and we’re all moving along on this huge conveyor belt, which I like to call Project Earth. We’re all trying to find our Continue reading
Notes from the classroom: Just a bit of introspection
It was quiet . . .
I certainly remember that much. We were sitting in the mostly Continue reading
From The Classroom: About Bullying
After speaking to seventh and eighth grade kids in a small school, a young girl waited until everyone left the cafeteria before meeting with me. She was encouraged to approach by a comforting teacher that stood by her side. This was my favorite moment of the day. The young girl approached with a shy but very bright smile. Her eyes looked away is if to seem embarrassed by her question.
“Go ahead,” encouraged the teacher.
“Ask him.”
One of the things I mention in my Continue reading
Lessons from Empowerment class
What lies beneath the lies?
We spent a lengthy time discussing the energy behind dishonesty in my last class. I asked a simple question with an obviously easy answer. “Why do people lie?”
In full disclosure, I chose to answer this question from my own personal standpoint. I have had more than my fair share of dishonesties in my life. In each of my dishonesties, the reason why I lied was to create an Continue reading
About Speaking in Schools
I look out at a roomful of young kids, bright-eyed, with their life still ahead of them; their dreams are this “Real thing” which has not been spoiled by age or outside opinion. Inside each and every one of them is a life just waiting to blossom. Ahead of them is a countless supply of tomorrows with only a limited supply of yesterdays behind them.
I see them. I see all of them look at me as I stand at the front of the classroom. I feel a pit in my heart. I feel a familiar sadness from my past. I feel an old feeling that comes from a time long ago when Continue reading
A Letter to the Relapsed
And sometimes you realize the only thing you can do is wait, —and waiting in times like this is a painful thing because (of course) we want the world and we want it now.
But no matter how fast we want something Continue reading
From Letters: About words
Note: this category is usually meant for the letters I write to Mom and The Old Man, but today I’m posting this note here because I feel it belongs here. And please be warned, there will be no apologies in advance for my sappiness. And please excuse the heaviness because it was written with all my heart. This one is for you, my very special friend!
We all know words have meaning. We know what Continue reading
Stream Writing on The Roof
I am standing here in the Karma and Dharma of my own understanding. Karma being the result of action and Dharma is the truth in our mortality. I am thinking about the outcomes of my actions and the ability of my own sincere intensity. I am thinking about the great surge we feel when we live Continue reading
About winning
Change comes in stages . . .
. . . and you’re never quite sure why
until one day . . .
. . . you look back
And it all makes sense . . .
Motivation [ mo-teh-vay-shun]:
The drive to do or achieve something, the need to improve, to be better or improve in direction, to attain something, or Continue reading
