I was never emotional. Or should I say that I would never show emotion.
I would never share or talk about my emotions with anyone else, or tell someone about my feelings, or, at minimum, I would never dare to do this or expose my truths in fear that someone would tell about me or use this against me.
I never believed that it was safe to admit that I have feelings, which I do.
I have feelings.
We all do.

Everyone has feelings. We all have thoughts. We have desires. We have dreams and likes and needs and moments of weakness. This is all part of being human.
We have bouts with our own worries and self-doubt.
This is not just true. This is human.
At the same time, there is something brave about being human. There is something brave about being honest and open or humble and vulnerable.

If it is true that much of life is beyond our control and if it is also true that we have no control over people, places and things, then fine.
We have to live.
We have to find a way to keep going. Therefore, in an effort to pull off our trick, all we can do is live life to the best of our ability and act accordingly.
That’s it.
Act accordingly.
I love this idea.

Why give in? Why quit?
Why submit or lay down and give way to the weight?
Better yet, why drown in your own emotion?
If at all, why allow anyone the right to become the predictor of your fate?

Why?

I allow myself to look at the sky, east of course where the sun comes from.
I say this because this is where I am now and this is where I come from, the East coast, of course, as in New York, which is where I have always been.
I do not see myself back where you were, Hollywood or Los Angeles, or the long flights in business class, to which I wondered to myself, “Is this really me?”
I am not too far from you, my truthful and undisclosed sanctuary near the beaches at Point Lookout, or by the rocks at Jones Beach Inlet. I am keeping myself close to the vest or close to the heart, which is something I hold dearly, like a relic or piece of something so pure, like the dreams I have of an outgoing trip on my own boat, beautiful and big enough to take me far beyond where the world lives and deep in the ongoing sea.

And here we go.
I know that there has always been an argument about God, or which God is there right God, or if there is a God, is He or She (or They) listening?
Does God hear our prayers?
Does God answer?
Is God an earthly being, made up by mankind with the need to believe or to have some kind of character or some moral code, to keep us faithful, or to keep us in line?
Perhaps it was just a person who came up with ideas, like, The Ten Commandments, which are pretty simple and they’re pretty good too, if we think about it.
Don’t steal. Don’t kill.
Things like that . . .

Here’s a trick.
Stay out of your own head.

I love this saying yet, I know the difficulties which come when, of course, we need to stay out of our head or we need to stop thinking so much. We need to stop the movies from playing out in our heads.
We need to stop contemplating the worst-case scenarios or overthinking and overcomplicating the path ahead of us. We need to breathe, if anything, and stop the anxiety train from plugging along.

I think about something my Mother used to tell me.
And this was something my Grandmother used to tell my Mother.

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?