Typically an easy going guy, I roll on the throttle. Not fast paced, I follow the laid back model. Not one of the speed racers going so fast they're faceless when they're chasing whatever it is they're making or embracing or entangling with. All that sameness can be dangerous, that fast path to being famous can leave one stranded, regretting a decision and wishing they could change it, wanting that backstage access granted. Sometimes things happen slowly, have to continue growing, self promoting, stop show boating. Full throttle is an easy way to crash. At sonic speed you can lose your rings in one flash. Then you have work extra hard trying to get it back. Build up the stash with new cash, and end up repeating the past. It's OK to hit the brakes and cruise for a bit. At least that way when you crash, you'll quickly recover from it.
Gone in an instant, struggling to remember it. The greatest idea, was it written or with an instrument? It came to me while I was in the shower. The quiet thought amongst the water became louder. Then it became crowded, other thoughts resumed power. To recall it I have been trying for more than an hour. Maybe it wasn't the shower, maybe it was on the toilet. A cold idea in my head quickly started boiling. Was it a concept for an article or a story? The best ideas come to us when our activity is boring. Perhaps it wasn't the toilet, it was in the bed. Maybe from something I saw or read while resting my head. Just before nodding off to sleep a genius connection was made that I just couldn't keep. Of all the great ideas that we have, some get away from us and we have to fight to get them back.
Reality is in our hands. We can shape it and mold it with our plans. We share it with family and our friends. We create it each day all over again. One day it's a dog eat dog world. You wake up to get fussed at by your guy or girl. That one end of your hair just won't uncurl. 50 pounds last night, today 40 you can't seem to curl. Next day is the best day ever. Compared to the day before it's so much better. A wonderful day outside, beautiful weather. Laughing with your favorite people in your favorite sweater. A good day could be bad, and a bad day good. It mostly depends on your mood, and your concept of should. That dark cloud over your head can easily become a good thing, just have to pull your umbrella out. That huge argument doesn't have to be so bad, just watch your mouth.
The explorer turned to me with a smile as they opened the chest. My heart beated a little faster as I started to sweat. All the work we've been through just to get to this place, this reward will be worth the days of no rest. We're rich now, money will never again be a problem. My voice shaking with excitement as I started talking:
Me: "We've made it finally, we're set for life! Now I can go home proud to my wife." Explorer: "Sorry I can't let that happen. This treasure is mine, I'm taking it and not asking!" He drew his sword as the last word exploded from his mouth. With great strength he swung at my stomach, I barely escaped by moving my hips out. "Why?!" I asked, shocked from the betrayal. This wonderful ride I realized was about to derail. Without a response he let out a warrior's cry, charged at me swinging his sword diagonally from my shoulder to thigh. I jumped back, but not in time. My shoulder was cut, my quickness clearly out of its prime. I exclaimed "Was this your plan from the start!" I saw a tear in his eye, I could sense pain in his heart. "Don't let this treasure pull us apart." Shaking his head he replied "I made deal, I have to play my part." I got this car because it's cool. I go to the bar because it's cool. I wear sunglasses because it's cool. I wear backpacks because it's cool. I smoke a lot of blacks because it's cool. I talk about my stacks because it's cool. I got an attitude because it's cool. I'm always rude because it's cool. I show no emotion because it's cool. I'm always in motion because it's cool. I want money because it's cool. I try to be funny because it's cool. I'm an alcoholic because it's cool. School, I dropped it because it's cool. I don't care because it's cool. My life's going nowhere because I'm cool.
To write with purpose is meaningful. When you write from the bottom it's believable. What about belief makes it true? Is it your way or the highway, or can I explore other exits too? Having an open mind is a virtue to hold close. Always stay curious and you'll be different from most. I could be your coach. Enjoy the realm of the powerful and profound. The serious and fictitious, by no laws should you be bound. Nothing should ever hold you back, our greatest enemy is ourselves. You can be and do anything when the proper motivation is held. External motives can often be shallow and untrue. Intention is best when it has intrinsic value.
Concrete walls, metal bars. What have I got myself into. Surrounded by darkness, no windows, screams coming from the other room. There's a huge black door to my left. At least I think it is black, the only color I can see in this dark mess. The screaming stops and the door slowly creeks open. The sound of it makes so nervous, on my throat I'm about to start choking. I don't hear any voices, just footsteps. With each step I hear something dragging and grunted breath. Then the steps turn towards my direction. Getting louder with each step, I imagine a machete as a weapon. The steps have a tap to them, is this killer wearing dress shoes? I wonder if they're baroques or Oxford's, I'm sure either was a tough one to choose. The door made a little light for me to see on the ground. Gray floor, nothing special, great echo of sound. As the footsteps approach my cell that neither baroques or Oxford's was right. Staring down I see a pair of heels, as my eyes go up a black dress fitting tight.
Probably a top concern for Americans. Exercise is elusive, often intrusive, once completed hard to have happen again. Fast food is a trend. Difficult to let go when you want to. It's so good, stop you should, but the flavors will haunt you. Quick preparation will taunt you. After all, show me the person who likes to wait. We want it fast without having to ask, in excellent condition would be great. Try to give our weight some shape. Some move weight in blocks on streets. I move weight in tennis, weight in sentence, move weight to the arms away from the obliques. The weight concept is loss in the solar sheets. The weight full turn weightless in outer space. Gravity takes weight away, feet from floor break away, heavy objects out there have no place.
Time.
Valuable and present in every situation. Love. Been around and still around modern and ancient. Patience. A rare characteristic. Education. Not only for the gifted. Breath. The action that brings life. Gratitude. The first step towards peace and not spite. Friendship. From laughing out loud to the serious. Kinship. Family from the extraordinary to the curious. Experiences. Both the good and the bad. Consciousness. The thing for sure I know I have. It's clear now.
An open path to peace, liberty, life, open air to speak. The branches of earth roots are deep into consciousnesses. Dendrites from neurons are synaptic colleges. The branch pattern in our veins is obvious. Clear like the intent of a new colonist. Promises of those clear moments where life's journey brings you to the homeland. The pleasantness to enjoy the getting and not the going. Skin glowing, mind flowing, spirit growing, potential showing. Clarity is deep in the depths of the ocean. Clarity is found when the passion is potent. Resides in the deepest of caves and valleys. Is in the bright sky among the clouds. Found in compassion upheld proudly. Clarity comes from caring carefully, not running from calamity. Clear moments appear around friends and family. Sometimes life's clutter can be damaging. A clear life is one that revolves around clarity. |
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