There is no place to go, except for here. This is where the trick takes place.
This is where we do the groundwork and create the plan on what to do next.
We have a plan to consider. We have to figure out which way do we go, how do we move, and when we move, we have to move smart.
Sometimes, we have to move quick and sometimes, we have to exercise patience.
Patience. I like that idea.

I remember being told that the first shall be last and the last shall be first.
I remember being told that blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the Earth. The again, I remember a line from a movie which questioned, “I wonder how meek they’ll be when they do, sir.”

I don’t believe that everyone understands. But this doesn’t mean that everyone needs to.
I see things the way I see them and you see things the way you see them.
And that’s fine.
No, really.
It’s fine.
I don’t believe that we need to see the same thing or that we need to know everything. I understand that there was a time when I was young, or new to things and, therefore, I understand that there was a time when I was learning and growing and seeing things for the very first time.

I never knew the answers to the question regarding the when, where or why we seek approval.
I’m not so sure why this is so important to us.
Why do we care about what other people think?
Why do we take so much to heart and, more to the point, why do we personalize the insults from someone who is unnecessary or essentially unimportant?
I think these are great questions.
Why we do we take on the sins of the world, or blame ourselves for the crazy out-of-control fiascos which we see on a daily basis?

The mind is an amazing thing. I can say that this is where we live, love, laugh and learn. I can say that this is where we store our memories and keep our secrets. I can say that the mind is the place where we store the arrows which we sometimes use to shoot down our dreams.
We can create and build here, or we can degrade and destroy.
The choice is ours.

I suppose the real trick is to make something out of nothing. But a trick is a trick. So, of course, there has to be something to this.
Right?
Or like any trick, there has to be something behind it, or something unseen, or some kind of method to the madness.
I know there has to be something to this, or something that can somehow alter or mystify perception and just like a spark or a flame that comes from nowhere, POOF!
It’s magic.
There has to be “a way.”
There has to be something behind the magic to make this happen.

I remember being told, “You have to give it away to keep it.”
I was younger then, much younger.
Maybe I was too young to understand this. Or maybe my head was someplace else, or perhaps I was too selfish to catch the irony.
Then again . . .
I suppose this can be true for a lot of things. However, the idea of giving it away to keep it was mainly tied to this thing we call sanity.

This is something that I need to get off my chest. Then again, this is a journal entry, so, what else would this be used for?
Am I right?
By now, I suppose that you and I have talked enough for you to know that I need this place. I need this, right here, as in this moment or as if to say, I need you.
I’ve always needed you.
I need this interaction which takes place just between us. Because of this, I am somehow saved or cured, at least for the moment.

What do you want?
I think this is a simple question. I think there is more than one answer to this question. I also think this question comes in multiple parts. However, as far as being simple, I think the answers to this are simple too.
I think the requirements are simple. The actions are simple enough as well. But no one will ever tell you that all of this will be easy. This might not be as bad as it seems. The action and our efforts might be intimidating and the ideas of mistakes and failures can cause us to become layered by the see-thru films of intimidation.
But either way, the answers and the questions are simple enough.

I wish there was a button somewhere.
I wish there was something I could do or say and just like that, any ache or pain, or any moment of sadness would turn off, or become invisible, and then fade away.
I wish there was something I could do to erase the ideas or the thoughts, or if this were possible, I wish that I could erase the times when you thought you were anything other than beautiful.
I wish there was a button.
Maybe there is and I haven’t found it yet.
But I am looking.