We are not the young soldiers retreating from a war that never existed. No, that part of us is over. However, there are times when the mercury rises and the pulse moves too quickly.
I can see how this changes us or causes concern.
There are times when the weight moves in, and the chest is too heavy to breathe.
I knew you. But then again, I have always known you, young and confused, wild and eager to prove that fear is not real, and that outrage can be interchangeable with intimidation. And so, we did what we could to get by and survive the social tactics of the world around us.

I do not regard the old days as much as I used to. Then again, I do this because I have grown to understand the difference between the way I was and the disguises we wore.
I have been asked if it gets easier as we grow up.
I answered, life you mean?
And I hit the nail on the head.

We all have a side or two, which no one sees, and no one knows about. We have thoughts and ideas, and dreams, and, of course, we all have our own rituals and routines. We all have our own way of doing things, which become automatic or natural to us.
We don’t have to think about these things, like our morning rituals or the way we get ready after we wake up.
We find ourselves moving without notice or without thinking. We just go because we all have our daily patterns. We have our usual directions, or the ways we go, or the streets that we walk down.
Meanwhile, this is life, and life is filled with limitless combinations of what to do or which way to go.
Who is to say that my way is the right way or the best way.
I can only say that my way is the only way that I know.

I am later than usual today, but then again, I am not wearing a watch and there is no reason for me to be on a schedule, which means late or not, I am right on time and exactly where I need to be.
It is Sunday, just after 10:00am and the morning sky has been beautiful so far. The moon chose to stay around and watch the sun come up, which is my favorite thing to see—a full moon at the hours of daybreak.
I get it.
If I was the moon, I’d hang around after quitting time, just to see the sun come up.

You have something of mine. Then again, it might be safe to say that perhaps I have something of yours as well. But don’t worry.
I’m keeping my promise and yes, I promise to keep this between the two of us; but more, I promise to keep this safe.
I give you my word.

When there is nothing, no sound or distraction, and when the quiet is so loud that all you can hear is the emptiness, or when you hear the ringing in your ears to fill the absence of noise, and when there is no one around, and when there is no one to speak to, and when there is nothing left to hide the evidence of your aftermath, and in the wake of your crazy sabotage, or when there is nowhere to go and when there’s nothing else to do but acknowledges that yes, this is it, I find myself wondering how people can survive their own destruction.

What does it mean to win? Or what does it mean to achieve?
Or what is victory? What is the secret?
Or is there one?
What does it take to keep going, win or lose?
Or what does it mean to wake up and show up, even when the odds are against us?

Or what about this?
What about when the score is stacked the other way?
What does is mean to show up, regardless of the outcome, or regardless of the critics or the comments we get from people who never dared to play?
And of course, what does it take to compete at your best level, no matter what the scoreboards tell you?

It is early, of course, and the rain has made plans to stay with us for most of the week.
It is an odd time of year for me. Christmas.
Then again, I’m sure this is an odd time for a lot of people. I’m sure there are those who are alone or have no reasons to decorate or celebrate this time of year.
Either way, the sun only stays with us for a little while during the winter months.
The sky is dark by quitting time, which means that I leave before daybreak and then I’m home after sunset.
Yesterday was gray.
Something new was born. Something old passed away or moved on to a different plane of existence.
Meanwhile, I have been told that there are no certainties in life.
However, and respectfully, I beg to differ.

I admit to being one of those people who are up late at night and scrolling through the social media feeds. I am often awake and looking at some of the more positive quotes too, and some of them come at the right time.
More to the point, I will use last night as a perfect example. And sure, I swear the social media gods have their ears open because their timing is impeccable.
I read the words, “be brave enough to suck at something new.”
I love this quote.
I love the realization and freedom behind this idea.