Back to the grind, back to the mix. Comprising a full list of menu options. I have only to ask for that which I wish.

We are not here to debate the right path. Because there is none.

Power through today. Power through the emotional baggage and mental bullshit that might be hanging over your head like a cloud. Change your physiology and you’ll change your brain… the wiring within.. the approach to new tasks… and your recovery time from falling.. we are built to make mistakes.. and to recover in kind.

I await the past-times like they’ll show up at my door.. wishing to be transported to a vintage world… a world without the internet.. a world without a pace.. we set in our minds where we will end up. We set in our hearts the direction of the ship.

But this all just more hearsay.. I don’t know the answers.. I guess I only hope that I will come into contact with people that do… I hope that using this exercise will help me to become more honest with myself.. the fact that I choose to share these little experiments … well, I’m not really sure what it all means right now.. I guess it has something to do with becoming more comfortable in sharing the more vulnerable aspects of my psyche.. but for what… what, again, am I trying to gain here…

we are all connected and maybe this is my way of reminding myself of that.

Because I need to be reminded.. each and every morning as I tear my head off the pillow.. and jump back into the ring after a couple cups of coffee.. let’s battle until the sun goes down.. and then we’ll retreat to play video games and drink some tea.

After the lights have gone down… we are left to swing above an emotional ocean.. the waves crash against the rocks below.. the rain strikes the tin rooftop.. a chorus of infinite harmony.. and it is because we are actively creating.. it is because we are actively working to create a vision that we already hold dear to us…

In our hearts we know where to go.. our gut will help lead the way… avoid the pitfalls that the skittish brain employs.. the traps and the misdirection in an attempt to save our bodies and minds from discomfort…

we are only as good as the discomfort we are able to endure..

we must press forward through the adversity of discomfort… there is a spectrum of love and joy that is untapped when we do not understand the levels of discomfort that are required to reach them.

Because we’re already there.. this place… this vision.. it all already shared.. and we have only to reach out our hands and grab hold… I don’t know how long we have.. but that’s all just part of the magic of life.. there is an end.. and that is what makes the moment so fucking special.