That’s the thing about life. There’s so much going on at once.
There are the basic things and good things and scary things and unsure things.
We have mysteries. We have questions. We have worries and unsolvable riddles.
We have thoughts and concerns, notions and curiosities and suspicions.
Life, right?
This is it.

This is us.
Live and in-person.

There is something I have come to understand about myself.
I am someone that needs a project. I need work. I need something to focus on and plan for because otherwise, the mind can wander and thoughts can drift. I give myself projects because the projects have value and the value improves my worth.
Understand?

I have lived long enough to know and understand the things that either help me or hurt me.
As I see it, whatever we do in life either brings us one step closer to our goals or this pushes us further away.

And no one knows what they’ll do or say.
Nobody knows how they will truly react until it’s real or until life is happening and it’s all live and in-person. This is what comes down when life is face-to-face and happening.
It’s not a dream or a thought anymore.
It’s not a fear or a fantasy.
No, this is life.

No one knows what it’s like to pull the trigger, so-to-speak.
Until they have to.
And life….
Crazy, isn’t it?

So, in the end, what do we want?
What does anybody want, anyway?
Do we know?
Are we sure?
Or wait –

Is the answer to this simple or obvious?
Even better, are the answers to the above questions something which is all too confusing because there it is.
It’s right here – the answer, I mean.
All we wanted was right here, this whole time. And it’s always been right here.

The following thoughts come from scribbled down notes that were collected from random sheets of paper and even some from a brown paper bag – so I wouldn’t forget them when I came here to speak with you.
These are thoughts. That’s all.
Stream of consciousness, unfiltered and uncensored.
These are parts that I wanted to put together, like a puzzle – I suppose.

In fact, what I am about to expose are thoughts that spanned throughout an otherwise rough day or a sleepless night of reflection and soul-searching.
These thoughts which I connected from tiny blurbs are some of my views that came out from my heart and onto paper, almost like a vomitus spew, which is gross but to purge more than to be obscene, I realize it’s impossible to rest when my thoughts spin too quickly.
So, I had to find that special relief valve in my head – (so I can sleep).

I write this with intention.
Although this might appear to be scattered thinking, still, my hope is that you will find this entry as heartfelt and hopeful.
Please . . .

I believe it was Robert Plant who said, “Does anybody remember laughter,” when he would sing the song, Stairway to Heaven, live and on stage.
Does anybody remember laughter?
What a great question.

Let’s not mix words anymore.
Let’s be clear on this.
Let’s see what’s in front of us right now.
It has been decades now – the world we live in is changing.
No one is getting younger – least of all me.

Life has changed and currently, life is still changing. Life will always change.
I know that.

I have said this before –
There are times when people seem lost or better yet, if a person is about to embark on a new journey, or how about this – when someone is about to embrace an unexpected change or a turn of events shows up without an invitation, it can be unsettling at first. It can be hard to roll with the punches or to evolve with the changes, especially if we don’t know where to begin.
Sometimes, I find this is true for myself. I’m not sure where to start. I don’t know where to go first or how to begin or what to expect.

Like Bob Dylan once sang, “My weariness amazes me.”
If I think about it, so does our ability to overcome.
This amazes me too.

We are who we think we are. Otherwise, who are we?

If we believe that we are enough or if we believe that we have value and that we are worth the world then, of course, we are worth more than say, if we think we are worthless or otherwise, a burden or a bother.

“As he thinks, so he is; as he continues to think, so he remains.”
James Allen

Sunday morning –
The sun is coming up and there is so much to do. Yet, there is nothing to do at all – except to disconnect or to relax or to let go of oneself, or to allow the moment to be sufficient enough that ah, the sunrise is here and the new day upon us is enough to cover us like the first wave of a high tide that covers the dry side of the shoreline.
Quenched of its thirst.