I know there is always a sense of peace. I know there is.
I know this because I have found this, even in the worst of places.
Even when times are wild or when chaos is everywhere, I know that there’s always something out there.
There’s always someplace to look or somewhere to find peace. Even if this is only in our minds, the truth is peace is still out there.
I know that there is something out there, more beautiful than my words can describe and more lifesaving than crash cart or an ambulance. I know there are rescues for the soul – everywhere.
If That Were True: Going Crazy
What are the things that bring you peace?
Is it the sunset? Is it the sunrise?
Is it an old movie that comes on television and brings you back to a memory of when you were younger? Or is it something else that brings you back to a time when life was less complicated?
If That Were True: Brick by Brick
Of course there are things that we wish would never change. There are times and moments that we wish we could relive or rewind, just so we could see them again, exactly as they were. Perfect, just like the first time.
The lights would be equally bright. The moment could be magnified and as for myself, well, I could slip back into a moment of excess. I could peel back the moment to a place where life was kind and the moment was sweet.
It would be that simple.
Of course, if it were up to me, our dreams would never die.
If That Were True: A Morning in Southampton
There is a time which I recall, long ago, and from a lifetime that seems to be so far away.
I was young and on the verge of a thousand different things. My life was changing. My Mother had moved. My Father was gone. My family had spread itself thin and my friendships were changing.
I saw how life would move in cycles. I saw this, just like the different seasons of winter, spring, summer and fall.
There are good times and bad times. There are days when we find ourselves in the perfect company and yes, there are times when it seems as if our loneliness and heartache is payment for the good times, which were less than innocent.
I know this well.
If That Were True: Introduction
Before anything goes onward from here, the answer is yes. I have to keep moving with this.
I have to keep my commitment to an idea I had, a long time ago. Yes, I have to keep writing.
You have been with me for a very long time now. Then again, in my eyes, you are always with me and you will always be with me, no matter what.
Since this is true to me, and since you have been with me from what seems like the beginning, then before opening this up to a new topic, I want to say thank you for coming this far with me.
The Discovery of Loose Change (and other good things) The Last Chapter
Today marks the start of a new year. However, whether this is the start of something new or more of the same, my life is on a special course, which means that I have work to do.
I have a job, which I call my day job. This is the job that pays my bills and keeps a roof over my head.
At the same time, I have a second job which pays me close to nothing at all.
Instead, this is the job that pays my heart.
Meanwhile, today is a day of truce.
This is the first day of the year 2024.
Imagine that?
The Discovery of Loose Change (and other good things) Ch. 50
It is the last day of this year on earth and for whatever the reasons may be, the planets have decided to allow me another year around the sun. I see no reason to look back nor do I find any answers that are valuable enough for me to rethink where I am now because, of course, I’m at where I’m at.
I’ll be where I’ll be.
And what’s to come is what’s to come.
There’s no point in discussing the “could’ve, would’ve, should’ve” ideas because whatever could’ve happen, did happen, and whether this is what should’ve happen is irrelevant to me now.
We’re at where we’re at. And we’ll be where we’ll be.
Anything else is out of our hands.
The Discovery of Loose Change (and other good things) Ch. 49
I don’t know if there really is a real world. I only know what’s real to me, which is subjective of course. Yes, this is only subject to me and my interpretation and perception.
I know this –
I think about this thing we call our “real life” and at the same time, I wonder what this means.
Is anything real? Am I? Are you? Is this all a story someplace in a book? And us, we’re just characters in a plot where the universe watches to see if we’ll finally get the hint.
Maybe this is all a version of something that we’ve dreamt about or made up in our heads?
That could be too.
No?
The Discovery of Loose Change (and other good things) Ch. 48
This is a day that I will always remember. Yet, the day is fine for now.
It has been years since The Old Man passed. So much has happened. I have grown some. I’ve moved around quite a bit.
I’ve learned and I’ve changed. I’ve circled back and then stepped forward, only to find the need to circle back again. Once more, I come to an intersection of my life where I need to ground myself with a better sense of belonging.
The Discovery of Loose Change (and other good things) Ch. 47
I think it was years or maybe it was for as long as I was alive.
You tried to tell me. You tried so hard but, of course, I hardly listened.
Then again, isn’t this the trouble with kids?
They never listen . . .
The Written Addiction 