This

This is who we are. We are this.
The truth is we are so many different things. Aside from being a person, we are what we see and what we think. We spend time worrying too much about things that are less important than we actually believe. We can all be trivial at times. We contemplate. We anticipate and predict. We find ourselves in a routine to create a source of comfortable understanding. This way we can come to an understanding. Or, if nothing else, at least we can find a way to tolerate the pace of everyday living.

We are a compilation of events and ideas that mix with emotions to become our feelings. We procrastinate from time to time. We are smart in our own way and ignorant in others. We are literally all of this. Yet, we are so much more.

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A Little From The Abstract: This is Me

This is my heart. Does it look any different to you? Can you see this? Can you hear it? This is my soul. It contains all that I need to think and feel, breathe and dream.
Do you see?
Perhaps, I can show you.
I am a series of ideas and a chain of events. I am the backbone of my soul. I am the way towards my fate and yet, I am the only factor that can ever hold me back. I am a young boy around the age of six or maybe seven. I am the realization that not everyone plays fairly. Not every memory is a benefit and not every lesson is taught by the appropriate teachers.

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A Mental Trip

It was after nightfall on the beach in San Diego. I was about a half mile north of Mexico. The moon was full and beaming down on the surface of the ocean. I had never seen a place like this before. I had never seen the moonlight intermingle with the waves like this. I never saw a pier that reached out from the land and stretched high above the shoreline and reached out into the water. I never saw anything like this, except in movies. I never felt the feelings or smelled the smells. This is partly what made my trip so memorable to say. Perhaps this was memorable because there is nothing like this in New York. There are certainly no palm trees. The sunrise was different here. So are the sunsets.

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The Oppressor Within

If given the chance to do anything or say anything you wanted to, what would it be? If you could go anywhere with anyone, where would it be and with who?
I love these questions.
Of course there would always be the obvious answers. There would be the natural responses. There would be the usual loved ones. I suppose the list would consist of usual places. Or perhaps not.
Maybe we could make this interesting. Maybe could switch this up and go to places that no longer exist with people that are not in our life anymore.

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Boat Trips

I want to feel the wind on my face…
I want to smell the salty air of the sea, way out beyond the world and far beyond the manmade products that fade in the distance. I want to set my course to head out beyond the concepts that keep us connected to our daily technologies. I want to disconnect from the common tragedies and be free from the rat-race and the mazes we’ve been trained to run through.
I dream of this.
I dream of me behind the wheel in a wheelhouse in this vessel I call my fantasy. My boat is not the newest in the marina. She is older and matured. She has seen her time and lived through her day but above all things, she is trusty. She is sturdy. And she is mine.

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A New Entry from “A Little From The Abstract”

There are times when we can feel something coming. We don’t know what it is or what it will be but either way, we can feel something coming. Maybe it’s a change. Maybe it’s a change for the better. Or maybe it’s an end to a chapter that needs to close, yet, we’re still in the middle and we’re not ready to finalize anything. Maybe it’s just a mood. Or maybe it is a predicament of the mind. Maybe this is why we think or feel this way. Maybe it’s the stress levels of the surrounding atmosphere that begins to over-pressurize this capsule, which we call our life.
I want to breathe, we say. And we want the weight to go away. Or in exchange, I can spell the word differently to take on an entirely different meaning and say “we want the wait to go away.” But either way, the word pertains to a sense of heaviness. In which case, either meaning can still mean the same thing.

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