The notion of my spirit resting in that place where there’s nothing but peace residing. Chaos is necessary to create change, yet unsettling to the matured self. Crossing the threshold from curious to the refined jolts the disposition of all that we hold true. Sifting through the remains of what was we realize the importance of the what is. Yearning and longing transform into accepting. Peace lies inside this transformation. Identifying our higher form of self replaces the challenge of proving the worth we once sought. The journey erodes the desire within us to conquer, believing substitutes wondering in the absence of dreaming. There’s a part of each of us, clinging to a shred of all those ideals we’ve ever had. Captured there is the peace we hope to find...


That feeling that comes from being the person you want yourself to be. Satisfaction never tasted so sweet as when your sense of self aligns with your actual self. The comfort provided by this inner peace is what all sentient humans strive to attain. Gone is the anxiety of “what if” along with the regrets of “what could” as the realization of the now rings louder than any other aspect of consciousness. 


Yet, this is only the beginning of ones enlightenment into this self fulfillment. A foundation of sorts to build out the complete structure of a life well lived. Finding the courage to resist paying back all the emotional debt accumulated by you, and stopping just long enough to shine your forgiveness down upon those same debtors owed to you.  


Loving others, in the way we love ourselves is the crescendo of personal ascension in life. Suppressing our ego's yearning  and not betraying our motivation to truly connect to that part in others we feel in ourselves. Peace lies at the doorstep of our ability to transform the possessive child in all of us, to the emotionally evolved being, we all long to somehow be.


Time is the commodity of life, that no one can hoard. No matter how hard we try, it slips through our grasp each and every day to pile up behind us as the memories we hold onto. Realizing, it's not about what we've done, but what we're doing transforms the heart, as well as the soul.



"Holiday fudge..."


Out of any ordinary circumstance arises this whimsical extravaganza of the imagination we identify as fantasy. Close enough to reality to maintain our attention, yet far enough removed to feel like a safe alternative. Is this how we reconcile the hopes we fail to achieve, or how we pacify the failures we can't accept. The truth gets tossed around so much, we can hardly recognize its purpose some days. Homo Sapiens are the creators of the lie. There's never been a single member of our species that hasn't perpetrated this human born concept. The concept of fantasy is simply our way of justifying that lie to ourselves. Purity is a myth born in shame for fear we can't measure up to an ideal so much bigger than the loneliness of being a single solitary entity.


"Misery deserves company..."

Relief from the mundane ordinary of everyday life gives the emotional slavery a sense of freedom. Contemplating growth and development scares the fuck out of most of us. We much prefer excessive rationalization, where accepting our shortcomings is so much easier than overcoming them. The anxiety of being alive can overwhelm the absolute best of intentions. Figuring out why we are even here, and what we're supposed to do with the limited time that represents is the human condition. Finding peace between the realization you are someone and the finality of that creates this overwhelming desire to understand. Alignment of all those moments in between to some sense of purpose carves away at the struggle of our why. Words are the tools we have crafted to soothe this paradox of why. Through these symbols of our purpose, we share ourselves to the rest of humanity hoping we are not alone.


"Revered for their symbolism...British families once rented pineapples to express status."

Imagining ourselves outside of what we are surrounded by must give us something for our efforts. Fantasy transcends status in a way few other outlets offer. Even the noblest of hierarchy pursue their imaginations. As a younger man, I used to imagine myself as a famous athlete. It thrilled me to fantasize about being the best player on my favorite team. It wasn't about praise from others, but more about a result from putting forth my best efforts. Being a winner.