The truth is, I still have dreams.
As matter of fact, I have remarkable dreams.
Big ones. Great ones.
I have dreams of softness too.
I have dreams so elaborate and detailed that I can recall saying to myself, “I swear, I hope I can remember this when I wake up.”
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A Day Called Way Back When
I don’t know how this goes. I don’t know how people connect or why out of the billions of people in this world, our life seems to overlap with certain people.
Like us, for example.
Think about the odds. Think about the math or the probability of meeting someone so special or out of this world. Somehow, out of more than 7 billion people on this planet, I am somehow fortunate to have met, or sat with someone like you, and shared a meal or a piece of time on this great place called Earth.
The world truly is a magical and cosmic place. The odds of meeting the people we have met are infinitely ongoing and elsewise, no matter what has happened, or if our paths align, separate, intersect, or run concurrently; I swear, the odds of this or the probability of us is beyond infinite.
Yet, we fail to realize the relevance or the importance of life. We fail to see the way we intertwine as people.
A Day Called Way Back When
I will say this.
We are the energy that we consume. Same as we used to say you are what you eat, I will say we are the energy we consume. Think hate, feel hateful.
Feel loved and think lovingly.
I see this now.
I will say this now and for the rest of my life.
We are who we think we are. Therefore, if we believe that we will never rise above our limitations, then we will always be limited.
There will always be a ceiling and no stars to reach for.
If we believe that our past defines us, or if we believe that we will never escape heartbreak or that we will never get over something, then of course, we never will.
And I have to say this, never is a really long time. However, the ideas of never are fitting in some cases.
A Day Called Way Back When
I still say that you have to let your hair down. You have to loosen your shoes every one in a while.
You have to let go. Understand?
I say that everyone needs to go crazy sometimes. I say that this is a right that no one can afford to forfeit.
Believe me.
You have to let yourself experience the rage and the rush and the absolute adrenaline that comes with the freedom that comes without concern or worry about the consequences.
Just live.
Just let yourself go.
Just for the moment.
A Day Called Way Back When
Ah, summer.
Ah the memories of the 4h of July, Independence Day, and how the sky would light up with fireworks. I remember looking up at the glittery colors. I remember the loud booms from the rockets and the mortars. I remember the feeling I had too.
This was wonderful.
I remember hearing The Star Spangled Banner playing out loud and the feeling I had in my heart, which is the same feeling I still have whenever I hear our National Anthem.
I understand our problems as a nation. I understand that a bird needs both wings to fly straight. I understand that neither the right side or the left side of our government seem to fly straight at all.
But that’s okay.
We all have our troubles and like that saying goes, “America, love it or leave it!”
See, the thing is I do love her . . .
and therefore, I can’t leave.
A Day Called Way Back When
Ah, the stars.
I remember sitting on the roof of my childhood home. I used to climb out of the window on the side of my house. This led to the top of my garage. Then I would proceed upwards and climb to the top of my childhood home.
I remember this, late at night. My house was on a main road in a small, but typical suburban town. I say typical because we were all equipped with our own secrets and our own private dysfunctions.
A Day Called Way Back
We all have our own moments when life is unfair. Then again, there are times when love is unfair. There are times when love is only short-lived, fleeting, or left by the wayside and truth reveals dishonesty.
This is hard but this is true.
Time is often unfair too and still, I admire this world we live in.
I do.
I love every piece of this place.
I love the sunrise and the sunset. I love the sky when the clouds are like feathers or spread out like white skeletons. I love the morning sky when the clouds are otherwise seen as the see-thru bones of angel wings, or like the cotton leaves of palm trees that stem from the branches of some dreamy paradise.
A Days Called Way Back When
You have to get up, son.
You can’t run forever. You can’t hide either.
You can lose, and that’s fine.
But you can’t quit. No.
Quitting becomes a habit, and this habit is way too hard to break.
You have to get up. You have to give it your best, each and every day.
No matter what.
A Day Called Way Back When
I have these dreams which are always the same. I am in a small rowboat with The Old Man.
We are fishing in a lake.
I don’t know where we are. I can only assume that it is early in the morning.
The Old Man is quiet. And so am I.
Nothing is said.
I am not sure if I am a young boy in this dream. I do not know if I am grown, like I am now.
Either way –
I view him the same way as I always have.
A Day Called Way Back When
After all, this is life.
Or should I say this is me. This is my life.
I know . . .
I own this and I claim it. Good or bad, faults or flaws.
This is me.
I have been here for decades now. oftentimes, I see that I look back and lie where I shouldn’t.
I look back too often.
Though looking back is not all too bad.
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