There comes a time when you look around and you see what you see. Come to think of it, perhaps this was all obvious before, but now everything seems more present than before, because this is wake-up time.
This means there’s no more denying the obvious or looking away.
The fall was broken by the bottom of your back, and lying flat on the ground, looking up, you start to see where you tripped or fell, and how you knew that one day, this fall was both eventual and inevitable.

There comes a time when you look around you. Like now.
You see what you see, and you realize that there’s nowhere left to fall.

I don’t mind the rain. I don’t mind the storms that come out of nowhere, or the thunderstorms that rumble nor am I frightened by the lightening. I say we need them sometimes. I say the rain can be a good thing and sometimes, life builds up pressure, and sometimes the pressure is too much, and sooner or later, we all tend to explode, just like the sky.

I have talked about this for years too.
Or perhaps you might remember the story about my Old Man.

Today is a day that’s been growing for 34 years, which does not mean that today is different from any day—at least not really. There will always be a morning, noon, and night.
This will always be so.
I remember being a kid and learning how to tie my shoelaces. I remember how this was something to celebrate, except a time comes when tying your shoes becomes as simple as tying your own shoes, which means the celebration is over. The real question is, what are you going to learn today?

What’s your next goal?
What’s the next benchmark?
No one is going to clap forever . . .
right?

I found myself back at a place where I had sworn to never return, yet there I was. Back in the seat and back in the den of a club that kills us all.
And do you know what? The club is still there and still alive.
Nothing was different, except for the corners or some of the names or faces.
But all else was the same.
None of the rules had changed because the game has always been the same.
Then again, perhaps I should tell you that rules are always updating like the terms of service to any club membership.
Only, nothing about this place is exclusive, and the entry fee is always free to old or new members.

Then again, of course, this is the real world. And of course, no one wants to talk about the obvious problems. No one wants to talk about the elephant in the room. No one wants to mention the unfortunate truths, or perhaps, maybe if we turn our heads or avert our eyes, maybe the truth can go away. I’d like this idea too, if it worked, or if it were true.

Nothing goes away.
Nothing stops, just because we don’t like it or if we are scared or sad. Although we can look to hide from the truths, the fact is, this is life and no one gets out alive.
Right?

There is a big world out there, far beyond what we see or what we think. There is so much more than what we see on the surface.
There are people who come from everywhere and then there are people of different color, different backgrounds, and some people will speak different languages.
People will come from different places, or even locally, someone who comes from the town next to you, although close in proximity, they still grew up with a different culture, a different way of talking, at least to some regard.

I often think about the kids from the neighborhood and how we talked or the things that we said. I think about our made up words, that were common, yet, they meant something different to us.
Go to the next town over, and even though the geography is literally blocks away from me, or us, sayings are different, schools were different, and language can be different and so can our terms of use, which can alter from one place to another.

I am up before the sun. I suppose this is not so unusual for me. However, I am awake, especially early today and waiting on the morning’s first light to come from the east.
I can hear the wind blowing through the palm trees outside of my temporary stay near the beach.
I have come here with a purpose.
I have come here to tell my sins to the sea and to feel the redemption of my feet in the sands.

I need this now, the Atlantic is by my side, the memories of times that went by, the feelings of love, the ideas that took place as I walked down this very same beach, years back when Mom was still alive.
So much has changed since then. I suppose this is what we always say when we look back at the way things were, ten years ago.

I should tell you that this journal is no different from any of the journals or notes that I have written to you. Each one is inspired by some kind of life-changing event or an eye-opening moment. And yes, this journal is no different.
There is a reason for my thoughts and my ideas. And, of course, my thoughts and my reasons for reaching out to you like this are very dear to me. This is all dear to me, even if they are not dear to anyone else, including you.

Safe to say that we might need to remove ourselves from the equation to understand the math of what’s going on. Safe to say that hindsight is not aways kind, and yes, it is sufficient to say that awareness takes time. Even still, no matter how aware we are, awareness has more than one side of the pill to swallow.
There is always the obvious side of awareness, which are the facts that open up in plain sight. Knowing is not the same as feeling or believing. Therefore, the other side of the pill is the acceptance side, which is the emotional side, and this is where the struggle begins.

Sometimes, it’s enough to stand up on your own two feet. And sometimes, it’s enough to take a walk and get away for a while, just to see the world from a different point of view.
I think it’s important to change our perspective and update our thinking so we can grow.

I can think of the times when I was walking around in New York City, trying hard to pull off my best performance or to act like I was cool, or to act like nothing was wrong, or to act like my pocket was filled with money. Meanwhile, I was down to my last twenty.
God, the male ego is so fragile, at least mine was.