It’s time now.
Even if we don’t want to or even if we don’t think we can, it’s time now.
It’s time to get up. It’s time to get moving.
No one else is coming.
No one is going to help.
No one is going to hold the door for us.
And no one else is going to save us.

No one else will save us a spot in line.
No one can live for us. No one can forget for us.
No one can take away the pain or erase what happened.
No one.
And we know this.

I was told something a long, long time ago.
I was told that I have to believe.
I have to have faith.
But how?
Life is all messed up. The world is an angry place.
Everything is so hard . . .
I say this to you now, sipping from a freshly made cup of coffee.
I do my own mix too. This cup is a mixture with a coconut flavored brand, a 4-ounce salted caramel cappuccino, and a shot of dark chocolate espresso to give the finish a nice, bold, and strong flavor.

Define silence.

Define the quietness and tell me about the room when no one else is around.
There are no distractions.
What is silence other than the absence of sound?
And when there is silence, what does this do?

What happens when there is no one else around?
No one else is there to intercept your thoughts.
No one is there to entertain the moment.

It is Friday morning.

I know there has to be more.
There has to be more than “just” this.

I know there has to be more than the early morning coffee and the trips to the bathroom. I know there has to be more than cell phone technology. There has to be more to life than early morning meetings, which are useless on most days.

There’s more to life than emails about emails. There has to be more to life than work.
(At least I hope so.)

What would it look like if there was no past?
What would it look like if yesterday never happened?
Imagine if there were no more fights to rethink.
No more regret. No more reliving or rethinking what took place.
No more emotional quicksand or allowing anyone or anything to have an influence in our lives.
I suppose this is what it means when we talk about freedom from self.

I agree. This is a great idea.
I agree that we have to separate and walk away from what happened.
We have to walk away from certain things, regardless of right or wrong, good or bad.
We have to stop, drop, and let go.

I suppose my wish for you is the same wish that I have for myself.
This is more than anything to me.
At the same time, this is more than anything I have ever experienced before.
Sure, I am new to this. I am new to you.
I am new to the world on a daily basis.
But this is more and this is far braver of an attempt that I have ever made before.

Let me speak with you now.
Let us talk, just the two of us. Okay?
Let’s cancel out the noise and all the interruptions that take place.
This is more than a request to stop, drop, and let go.
No, I think this entry will go beyond this,
at least I hope so.

There’s more to life than what we assume. And I know this.
I know this deep down to my heart. I know this at my core, and I know that life is so much more than what happens or what happens to us.
I also know that life is not about what happens to us.
To me, life is a series of events and stories, memories, and a compilation of impactful moments that shaped our thinking.
I am no more harmed or wounded than you.
To think that I am is false or worse, self-centered.

There will be great things. And there will be great things to see. There will be real people and not-so-great people and people who come and leave an impression, or marks, or scars.
I see this as true as the sunrise. I see this as true as the sunset and as true it is when the moon is full, or the water is wet.
Life is life. I am me. You are you.
And the world around us is the world around us.

What has to happen?
This is a great question.

What has to happen for us to be happy? What has to come first?
Do we need to see the world from a different perspective? Do we need to see another catastrophe before we decided to make ourselves a priority?
Or do we need something to start a flame, a fire, or at least a spark that starts the engines in our heart?
What has to happen for us to be happy?

I love these questions. I love the way they make me feel.
I love how they make me think about the contrast between the before and after.
That was before. This is what happened after.
I like this. I like this a lot.

I am getting better now.
Perhaps this is because time has made a change in my heart.
Or maybe time has shown me something about myself, which I have finally dared to improve.
Or maybe this is because of the way I feel now.
Either way –
Ready or not, here I come.

I realize that the more I go forward, the more I expose, and the more I expose, the more I realize that I have much more to say. At the same time, there is no one else to speak with. There is no authority.
At least, there is no one but us.
Thankfully.

The idea which says, “take me. I’m yours” is one that comes with different responsibilities.
I know this now.
Perhaps, I know this now more than ever before.
Perhaps, this is due to my experience or the feelings I’ve had, or maybe this is a result of all that I have lost. But either way, I am here with you.
Yes, there is a reason for this.
There is a time for everything that exists between passion and pain. But either way, nevertheless, I am here just the same.

None of this is accidental, at least not to me.
I do believe in the lessons and the intentions of fate.
I believe in destiny and, with all of my heart, I believe in this and in every word that I send to you — and I say this to you with all of my heart.