Do you want to talk about happiness?
Do you want to talk about finding happiness? Or is it better to say to find that thing, or that source, or that touch or feel? Is it better to say that there is a physical sense to happiness?
And I mean one with a more intimate appeal –
I believe in the beauty of inspiration and yes, I am inspired by beautiful things.
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Prose from the Bucket List – Let Me Make This Clear
I have news for you. There is no “perfect.”
There’s only us and how we are, which is perfect for me because whether I am flawed or blemished, I am completely me. No ifs, ands or buts.
It would be dishonest if I were to say that I am not looking for a cure. It would be dishonest to say that I have nothing to hide or that I have no secrets or hang-ups.
No, I am me, which means I am human, which means I come with a past history, which means I have biases and worries. I have scars and marks. I have fears and concerns.
I also have the unseeable or invisible injuries which is no different from anyone else.
Prose from the Bucket List – What Do You Wanna Do with Your Life? (Inspired by an old music video)
There is a question that is very simple.
What do you want to do with your life?
I remember this question from back when I was a kid. The reason I remember is because there was a music video by a band called Twisted Sister.
(Remember them?)
In the song, the so-called parent shouted at his so-called son and asked, “What do you want to do with your life?”
Of course, since this was a music video, the so-called son answered, “I wanna rock!”
Prose from the Bucket List – To Dance and Be Alive
As I move through this new phase in my life and as I enter this new chapter of an unexplored version of me, I can see myself now, and perhaps I can see myself more clearly now more than ever. I understand where I am. From an introspective view, I know that I want to advance to a better level of awareness.
I want to find my place in the circle and create my station in life.
I want to see clearly. I want a world that is unobstructed or unobscured by the blurry distractions which I see in my daily life.
I want to open my eyes more and see more. But also, I want to live more and not be afraid of what I see. I want to do more and not worry about the pass or fail or the rate of success. To hell with swinging and missing, at least I swung. At least I stood up when no one else thought I could – including myself.
By the way, this has always been a common theme in all of my journals because, of course, I want to live a better life.
Who doesn’t?
Prose from the Bucket List – Preface
It would only seem fair that since this is the start of a new journey for me, then it would only make sense to start this with a new journal as well.
The journal before this was personal. I admit this is true.
Then again, anything written from the heart or anything which is true to the soul is personal.
So, to be true to myself and true to my mission, I have to be true to my word as well.
As always, my aim is to speak to you.
This is why I write the way I do.
I want you to think and feel and see what I’m seeing.
I want to write as if I am talking to you, like two people would speak when no one else is around.
I write to you in the voice of a real person. I have not come here to satisfy the literary snobs or to please the grammar police nor am I here to compete with other writers or to act as some kind of flowery writer with all the cool pronouns.
Notes from the Neighborhood – Rainy Day
It is early morning and the sky is about to rain. And that’s fine.
I tend to think that the sky can often be in tune with our thoughts and our feelings. For example, sometimes we need a little rain. Sometimes we need something to settle the dust from our crazy little arguments and calm us down with the quiet hush of a gray sky, raindrops hitting the roof and the wind moving through the trees outside.
Just a thought, Just Because – Time’s a Trick
If I am and always was
then in fairness to myself
then I am and always will be
the sum of myself, which is
added to the masses of thousands of thoughts
and, therefore, I am the one who
I’ve always thought myself to be
Endlessly –
Continue readingAnswer the Question – The Watch Situation
Here’s a little introduction to a journal that will be based on the ever-popular question known as: What the hell were you thinking?
The answers to this will range from “I don’t know” to, “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Now, in all fairness, I am certainly not the first person to journal about this. I definitely won’t be the last. However, I will be writing about this common question. This comes from a question that I asked in the closing of my last journal.
What the hell was I thinking?
A Witness Through the Window- Entry 5
I want to start by saying how much I appreciate you taking these trips with me. If you don’t mind, I hope you’ll follow me a little bit more into the next phase.
I hope you don’t mind me bringing you around like this. However, the more that I write to you, the more it makes sense that I bring you into these visions. Besides, how else can I keep you interested? So, in the interest of my story, I want to help you see my view more clearly.
I say this as your humble narrator because to me, this is more than a window to my childhood or to my life as it was. No, this is a different approach.
At least for me as I see it, this is a view from my window. This is where things began and to me, this is where the world began to build up its momentum.
Just to write
I don’t know how we do it. We just do.
Life comes at us from all different directions and
each day, we get up.
We get going and we start all over again.
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