“You/Think”

The loneliness of only being yourself…

…terrifies the fuck out of us

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Nobody has this figured out, it’s anyone’s guess as to the why we’re here. Every generation churns out yet another layer of anxiety over the reason behind our why. The feeling of being alive is intoxicating, yet subversively paranoid simultaneously. Who else hears our thoughts, surely they echo across time.

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Desire poised just beneath the surface of fear. Luring our spirit into its web of ecstasy and exotic fulfillment. Never relenting it’s constant reminder of the darkness within all of us. Only the strands of guilt hold us back from over indulgence. We can’t help ourselves for wanting, we can’t forgive ourselves for accepting.

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As long as we don’t feel threatened, we feel we must know something special. Our vision of our existence is how everything fits together for us. Surely everyone else feels the same way about themselves. Suffering is a poor choice, cheer yourself up so no one feels badly about themselves. Anger will get you through the night.

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Peace is the constant dream, if only we could locate its calm. Surely there are moments of this mythical clarity, but suffering to find them seems to be the barrier of resistance. Tolerance for the suffering is the weight of that feeling for existence. Life’s tide rolls across our memories, washing clean the residual effects. Leaving behind nothing but guilt for not trying harder.

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Wasting away all those moments of being present in the suffering and not breathing in the essence of the space between the passing seconds. For its not fear of dying, it’s forgetting that our time falls within those gaps of anguish over the why. It’s love we seek, and how that feels. Reassuring our entanglement over how we arrived at another moment, and the weight lingers still.

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You think because that’s all the mind knows to do. You feel because that’s how we deal with our thoughts. You live when you train the will to accept. Love is the harmony of realization of this transformation. Once you figure that part out, there’s no space for anything else. The fear, anxiety, and suffering subside for the tranquility of compassion. The weight of living has been lifted…

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#love #life #peace #acceptance #compassioN

“After/Midnight”

 “...we gonna let it all hangout”

 

there’s so much about me, that’s yet to be discovered. we race against the years to uncover what lies within our innermost self. my best version of myself remains in constant construction. 

 

 

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 “...Ole Bull”

 

 

https://www.cnbc.com/2018/08/28/trump-accuses-google-of-rigging-search-results-in-favor-of-bad-coverage.html

“...Raging Bull” 

 

If we measure the depth of our relationships by the breadth of our conversations, just imagine a casual visit with Donald Trump😳 Having to actually provide supporting details to the bullshit he spews at the ignorance of the infuriated. It’s a sad state of affairs whenever the truth about anything becomes optional to the audience being addressed. We hold no truths to be self evident as we continually allow integrity and honor to slide from the face of morality and prop up ideological agendas verses the actual best interests of society. Everything associated with freedom is washed aside by the battle for tribal supremacy. God and human rights are thrown around as though they were something objectively tangible. 

 

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  “...Hatch Chilies” 

 

I watch for signs at the margins of where cultures fail to convey. Cross that against the ranges of tendencies, and you come to realize where we stand. Consciousness is a tangled mutha fucker of a burden on our energy budget. Life is about smoothing out the hard shit in favor of leisure. Constantly comparing ourselves to anything other than a better version of our current self is extremely debilitating to the joy of a moment. 

 

 

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   “...Albert Cuyp Market”

 

im not quite sure what’s supporting this piece of nonsense going on up in here. I keep getting drug aside without much resistance. maybe I’m soaking in enough from the streams of cognitive consumption I feed from, that expelling my perspective just isn’t happening. the world struggles to find this notion of equality, yet biologically it’s not available in the fundamental form necessary to sooth the social divide culture has implanted in our behavior. what we’re really searching for is equality in consciousness, where all thoughts are measured by the same standards. there again, emotionally all impulses matter to the individual as though they carried the same weight upon everyone. unfortunately, that weight is measured by the specificity of the individuals unique circumstances. the dialogue for equality comes from the dispossessed or misunderstood, not from the willingness of the lucky to concede their power. too often we assess ourselves by comparing what we accept about ourselves with the perspective of what we assume about those we long to assimilate with. there’s something far more profound bubbling up behind all of this notion I have. I’ll give it a few more days to clarify it’s purpose, so the message is cleaner and precise...

 

 

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   #randomness

“🤡/🤦‍♂️”

“These photos represent how all over the place my mind is today...”

The world spins at precisely the same speed each and everyday, yet some days run up on you at an alarming rate. I guess I could just say Fuckit like so many people tend to do, but that’s not me. I’m hell bent on making things better for as many as I’m able, and not for simply my benefit. Humanity has so much more unachieved potential, and my weariness over unlocking such, shouldn’t be anymore than a transient mood. Therefore, I’ll express some of my moodiness in photos. 

“Best beans I’ve ever cooked...to, weed and titties on a jacket”

“Guess I’ll just call it a day...tomorrow will be there all the same”

#randomness