Ah that classic old line for pseudo-thinkers and the philosophical youth. I’m not mad at it; it’s a step in the right mindset, in my opinion. A simplistic approach to often much more complicated situations can lead one to acceptance. Making sense of the moments they live.
As I wake up to my alarm, in the form of heat being emitted from the sun, my senses are tingling. I stretch, in a bed that is not mine, and suddenly relocate myself. I’m in Brooklyn. ‘For no reason’ other than it’s where I felt I needed to be. (more…)
I set out to write this post without knowing exactly what I needed to write about.
I just knew i needed to write.
Allow me to indulge myself in this time of need. And if you follow, good. If you’ve already considered pressing that little X. I won’t, or can’t, stop you.
Reality is, the only thing I can truly control are my own actions. Not even my thoughts. My brain fires its synapses at such a rapid rate that all I can truly do is attempt to grasp what these flying invisible words are attempting to tell. Attempt to make sense of them. What’s the story? (more…)