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Faced with circumstance, it is possible to make your own destiny?  Or are you always depended on the will of another?  We become great because others have failed before us. Hard work, a safe bet, invest your money or your time, which will be more fruitful.  The sure thing or risk it all, give and take, we all learn from each other.  The illusion of helplessness or the blindness of courage.  The poor man content with his pack, or the trophy wife crying behind oversized sunglasses.  Strip us down we are all the same.  What I’m talking about is attitude, it will turn water into wine and a natural disaster into a chance to star anew.  A dramatic event is what unites people together, a long night of drinking, or being stuck in lower Manhattan on the wrong day, emotions amplified, empathy expressed, a bond is formed.  A clear vision rises out of the dust or from the first taste of coffee the morning after.  When you let you’re guard down, the raw similarities of the human experience start to glean like dusk on calm ocean waters.

This is a Lie

I had a dream once, it came on like a shot of adrenaline, blasting me into a new world. One foreign to the average person but, in the moment I understood it. All at once I saw it all happening in front of me, in a dreamland it all made sense. It was a world many have dreamt before, tranquil, an Eden for the soul. I awoke into slow moving a pace step after step slowly the world began to dim, the meaning became a lost stone on a beach with many. Still beautiful it was, I walked on, in search of the same novelty.

Close to the Edge

I sit in wonder, starring through glass into a greener world.  Natural flavors augmented my body into a tea leaf, more natural than the bacteria in my gut alone.   Structures of landscapes, built by man to be observed by man.  3 hairs irritate me more than my churning stomach. This is the learning environment, people around with words in the air spark flow of my words onto a paper that should be filed with notes.  I’ve never had a winners mindset, I am who I am, I am content in the worst way possible, confused with ideologies.  To be the best that you can be, acquire power and wealth, to serve the people of the world.  Or I find my way which is unique to myself, carried by my heart and hopes.  Content with today only to carry through to tomorrow a smile satisfied by the day working to save your dollar to smile on the next.  Hungry stomachs carry frowns to register in the minds of on lookers, smile to clear your head, drawing the pain out of the face that has corroded into cold demeanor.  A Bohdisattva’s job is to cure all the suffering of the world.  My view is from so high up compared to everyone around me, my desires turn to shrink down to met my peers, to share their world with me.  Leaving, that is my rock bottom, to pick up and go away, leave it all behind.  Why be apart of the “World” when you don’t know your path?  I think of myself as a drifter.  To embrace the landscape for exactly what it is.  

Its A Wonderful Life

Walking towards tomorrows paces, Keeping track of peoples faces, Straight line, do your job, factories glean with fading dreams.

The Pace car of life goes the speed limited by the structure. Apocalypse man, population sky rockets as mars goers gear up for a fatal frontier. Sky is the infinite, rolling through the burrito that was made on counter top that had no relationship to the burrito, I think as I dodge a beans and cheese assault.

Contrary to life there is no meaning to this post.

Life is good, Life is bad

Sometimes great sometimes sad

The learning curve never ends

Far enough around the next bend

Uncertain till life’s end

Reflecting waters claim the soul

To peel away what it once knows

To be true if these burdens were not there

I don’t care I don’t care

Seen in the light, a way to be

Far away in front of me


Staring through depths into lightKnowledge is what makes one bright

Open minds on surgeon tables

Borrow one to see if able

Capable if we are strong

Getting out when things are wrong

Balance if you can

Perish when you don’t

 

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