Safe to say that our mind has a way of reeling back to a time when we heard something, only it seems we never listened until later in life.
It seems that we might have heard something, but we never listened until we replayed the lesson back in our mind.
Or, maybe like in our last post; maybe this comes when we reach a turning point or when we’re ready to reach the starting point.

However, in our attempts to redefine ourselves and in the rebirth of sanity and to the moment at hand, when we choose to live our lives in an order that we deserve, we come to a level of awareness that gives way to a level of open-mindedness.
This is when we start to experience our moments of clarity.

Whether we are at the starting point or at a turning point in our lives is yet to be determined. Either way, my reasons for this journal are unique to me. This means your reasons for following along are unique to you.
My reasons for this journal are to highlight my goals. In fact, my reason for this journal is no different from any other journal before this one. Each day, I come here to create a place for myself.
I come here to sit before my computer screen to create a vision.
I do this so that I can give myself something to look forward to. But also, I come here to keep from my demons and, essentially, I create an alternative action to quiet the unfriendly thinking that goes on in my head. But more, this is something that allows me to kickstart my daily goals on an incremental basis.

So, I hear you want to be happy, is that right?
Well, then let’s see what has to happen.

There has to come a time when something wakes us up. Maybe this can come from something we’ve seen or known about for a long time and then almost out of nowhere, we shake our heads as if to say, “Wait, what??”
Something comes along and brings us to a new understanding. Or, the lights come on and we’re not in the dark anymore.
Or maybe we’ve come to a new level of awareness. Or either we’re tired of what we see or what we have and, to put this plainly, maybe we just want more. Is that so bad?
In short, the answer is no!

What has to happen?
In the sense of our life, what has to happen to make or create actions?
This is a great question.

When talking about our sanity and our best life, what has to happen for us to make this so?
When talking about happiness, what has to happen to make us happy?
Or wait, do we even know (or believe) if happiness is real?

It is true that our past has led us up to where we are now. It is also true that our past has been defined as what we knew. Our history has certainly played a role in shaping the way we think and the way we see things.
This can certainly set up our values and has made its contributions to our judgments and biases.
We’ve all come to our own conclusions about the future before. We’ve also prepared for the unknown by reaching back to what we knew.

It is safe to say that with most people, we’ve all gone through bouts of pain and sadness. We’ve all experienced loss. By now, we’ve all had our feelings hurt and we’ve all been disappointed, more than once. Even so, or even while in the moments of glimmering hope, everyone has experienced a letdown or a betrayal of either fate or a transaction in their life.

When we talk about the rebirth of sanity, we have to establish what this means to us.
What is sanity and, therefore, what is the absence of sanity?
What does it mean to have a strong understanding or beneficial presence of mind?
What would it look like to have a strong and beneficial presence of self?

Years back, I was a specialist in a peer-based recovery initiative. The plan was to offer a peer-to-peer perspective with hopes to an improved level of interpersonal understanding. In fairness, the initiative was somewhat successful.
I found myself at the ground level of where I wanted to be; and more, I found myself at the platform of a future that I wanted to create and build for myself.

First, an experience like this opens up to meeting people from all different walks of life. There were members of every race, religion, creed, orientation and gender. In all, I had the opportunity to learn and interact with people who came from different cultures and backgrounds. While there were countless differences, there was a base of similarities and a platform of relatable items, which is where I learned to begin.

The question remains, why do people have a strong need to be right all the time?
What does this mean to us? If people have the need to be right, what does this mean we want the least?
To be wrong?
The questions on this are interesting because these questions help define our thinking which also helps define our moods; and yes, our moods have the ability to define our days.
So, why do we argue or defend ourselves, especially if we don’t need to? And more, why do we debate with others and lead ourselves into these arguments?

The best place to start is always at the beginning. Also, the best place to start is here, as humans. Regular, normal, everyday people, just like us, running around the Earth in search of whatever this journey has in store for us. Then again, when it comes to the ideas of change pr personal growth, the best place for anyone to start is back to their early understandings or to their birthplace of where we began. This goes back to us at birth, at youth and in the social grounds of interaction.

Before we start moving on this journey, it is important to understand that not all things equal the same outcome. Not everyone experiences the same things. In fact, two people can see the exact same thing and interpret the information in two, completely separate ways. However, in an effort to begin here and form a transformational understanding, then it is helpful to start where it all began.

Introduction:

There were a few months in the summer of ’06 in which I had to redefine myself. I had to come to grips with certain choices that I made which, as a result of a trade, I found myself in uncharted territory.
First, I had to strip myself down from all that I had, which was easy because, at that time, I went from a large house to a small apartment.
I was alone for the first time. I had no one to turn to anymore. I had no one to blame either which meant all roads began and ended with me.
I had no idea what to do with myself and, in fairness to my story, I was at the end of my rope. I couldn’t live the way I was living anymore. Then again, I had no idea how to live any differently.