Category: Observations

Observations

  • Knew not who I was, but listen here.

    We all do. We all have the freedom to choose.  Even if life is not ideal, or the stack is against you, there’s choices and decisions that can be made. I know in my life, especially the last year, it has been challenging. But I had a choice. Do I wallow and perpetuate the negative,…

  • Ascend, may you find no resistance…

    Yup, still the holidays. I hope everyone got what they wanted. Me, I’d say that I did. I got more time… more time with my family,  loved ones, and those I care about. Clarity, epiphanies, and avenues for the ongoing journey. Sure, material things are nice, but as I have stated before, none of that…

  • Bad Banana.

    The holidays are upon us….but you know what? I’m not really feeling it. I find also, the older I get, the less, to be honest,  care. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bah-humbug. You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch thing, but the holidays got so…meaningless.  So blah. So… whatever. All my issues aside, the…

  • Yes, I’m older. Yes, I’m moving on…

    Here we are…light at the end of this year’s tunnel. I realize the older I get, more and more things change. Your body, your looks, your mindset, your attitudes. Change is inevitable regardless,  but as you get older, it hits different…at least I think so. Things become somewhat clearer, priorities change. Some changes are natural, …

  • The Great pretender….

    It’s tiring….really is. And I hate to sound like I’m complaining or looking for sympathy…I’m not, but somethings gotta give. I know what I have to do…all of it’s long overdue. I act like I’m okay,  but I’m not. Not saying there is no good in there, but over the years I have gotten very…

  • Good times gone, and you missed them…

    Tis the season…for me, this year, to be frank, sucked. Can’t wait for it to be over. It’s so bitter sweet, but here I am. As I get older,  It seems like I realize things even clearer now than ever before….but the spirits willing, but the flesh weak. Got the blueprint and the tools, but…

  • The empty can rattles the most…

    “The empty can rattles the most”…or for you Shakespeare or Plato fans…”The empty vessel makes the loudest sound…It’s amazing, observing and interacting with my fellow human beings how true the statement really is. Perhaps my blog and my writing are indicators. I’ve been hiding for so long, and now I want to be heard. I’ve…

  • When I became a man, I put away childish things…

    I often find myself slipping into an awkward state of mind. The anxiety and depression disorder do have a part in it, and so does the other trauma I’ve suffered.  But I do take some of the blame. The only person in the mirror is you. Point the finger, I dare you. There’s multiple fingers…

  • Doesn’t play well with others…

    It’s true. I think that would be pretty accurate, at least for myself.  I’ve always felt like I never fit in. A square peg trying to fit in a round hole. Even today, as an adult, I find myself still feeling that way. It certainly got worse as I got older. Doesn’t make it any…

  • The monster and the cocoon.

    A monster is a monster, no matter what. I honestly cringe at realizing or acknowledging  this, but it’s true. I need to constantly remind myself this. Sometimes monsters hide, even in plain sight. We also have preconceived notions of what one is, what it looks like, and our precepctions predetermined. Abuse comes in different shapes…