Disappointed But Business As Usual

Saturday night exploded, there is no other way to describe it. Things just went to hell and back.

Part of me isn't surprised by any of it. Nothing shocking about how some people are filling their roles but sometimes it is hard not to be disappointed by it all.

"Really. Are we really going to do this again."

It is tempting to scream and just unload but sometimes I prefer not to because I am not here to make those people feel better and screaming would do that.

So I refuse.

I choose a different path and people can support me, walk with me or get the fuck out of my way because I will knock them over, push them down or beat them with a stick if need be.

It is not how I want it to be but sometimes the only way to get to the other side is through and I can't allow people to derail this train, not now. Been through too much.

So I am disappointed about some of it but disappointment isn't license or reason to lie down and accept things that I know are unacceptable.

I see the goal and I see the future.

And So It Goes

These were the last words we heard but I can't say what we last saw because our eyes closed and we drifted off into unconsciousness and headed towards eternity.

I like to think we went together on a raft that floated under a brilliant sunset into a starlit sky but I don't know and perhaps I never will.

I Need To Read This Once A Year

I have been thinking about this essay again.

"There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. " 

"What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude."

I have always appreciated the following line:

"No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature." Ralph Waldo Emerson is responsible for the aforementioned as well as the paragraphs above.

There is much to be said about all of this. Every time I read this I see something new.

Johnny Cash - She Used To Love Me A Lot

I could write a million stories using Johnny Cash songs as the inspiration or soundtrack.

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What Can You Do With 15 Minutes?

I don't know about you but today is one of those days where I feel like the guy in the ball. Just bouncing down the hill in a bubble that I hope doesn't pop or get popped.

Got just a few moments before it is time to start running hard, so I have to do what I can to stop things long enough to try and steer the ship.

Don't know if this makes sense or not, but that is what happens when you give yourself 15 minutes to write and end up having to do it in five.

Writing in the raw. Got more to say, more to share and a lot more to do so it is time to roll again. Want more to read?

Try some of these:

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