“Why/I”

What is the purpose of coming to this medium we call blogging, and taking the time out of my life to share what’s in my mind? Certainly not the notoriety, or recognition for the greatness of my thoughts and ideas. Barely anyone sees any of these blurbs as anything other than somewhat entertaining, or interesting. There’s no captivating insight or genuinely compelling aspect to the things being delivered here. I’m not cultivating my inner creativity that’s hidden deep within my confusion about my sense of self. Therapeutically speaking, it’s absent of emotional release or benefit. My imagination doesn’t throw itself upon the pages as my release from reality runs wild. No, I write to clear my thoughts for the regeneration of new things to swell up behind them. Inventory control if it were. I suppose you never truly identify it as clarity or delusion until after the thoughts stop, or you cross a line of genius or insanity. It never feels like work to spill my mind onto a blank page, I guess that comes from the total lack of expectations on my part. Fame is not in my character, yet neither is obscurity for that matter. I live a full life rich with people I care about. I don’t want for the basic necessities, or fear the scarcity of resources to satisfy my needs. Wanting is an actionable sensation triggering impulses to build a strategic plan for achieving what truly moves me. Balancing that with the needs and wants of others doesn’t leave me bitter nor envious to any extent. Satisfaction comes from this ennate ability to simply be me, and not burden anyone else for doing so. I help others almost every day, and connect people to realize their best paths for their own freedoms. Maybe that’s why I focus my creativity on identifying solutions to the problems that plague generations of people lacking the capacity to solve them on their own. Seems like such a waste to not seek hope and idealize the future for our species and the world we exist within. Each and every one of us has this capacity to be influenced into believing in something bigger than just our life. By reading this, you validate my notion of spreading ideas to others has developed the world to what we know today, and will continue to spread across the lives of future generations. Dogmatic cultural biases have held us to the separation we see ourselves in today. Sharing thoughts and ideas in the absence of ideology will build tomorrow. Ignoring each other will drive us to extinction...

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“Reproachable/Answer”

The complexity of human consciousness with all its experiences overlayed upon the environment where they transpire. Conjugate that across billions of occurrences for all those possible circumstances. Is it so far fetched this feeling of being lost within that from time to time. Are we meant to be detachable and thus reachable simultaneously. Making peace with this subscribed notion, while delicately touching the petals of happiness lining the path of ones existence. Nirvana or purgatory depending on perspective. This thing we know as love, swells within our hearts to gently fill the gaps between where our expectations and our experiences don’t quite fit together. Building within us this need for expression, for we seemingly burst from its constantly expanding pressure on the mind. We seek comfort in predictability and it’s illusion of calm, from the turmoil that realizing our consciousness is isolated from all the others by our sense of self. Bonds are formed at the margins of our unique capacity to share our individual place with others, who follow a similar path. The imperfections of how those pieces fit together, we patch over with love. This ability to shape how we connect to the collective consciousness directs us toward the overall outcome of our existence, and thus ultimately delivers the meaning of why we are here. Knowing how to shape and mold the pieces of life together with love, careful not to spill or waste it’s presence, while realizing it’s infinite abundance being produced by compassion. One should never feel lost ever again...

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