151. This was no accident.

Someone once told me that time is the easiest variable to work with. Before I became argumentative I took minutes to think and realized....they are very correct. As human beings, we become accustomed to adapting to our surroundings. Comfort is a pleasure that we desire. The wonderous thing about desire...is that it is rooted in passion. If you have no passion...you have no desire...you feel no comfort. Yet time-time is constant. It never changes schedules, it never fails to move in the same way every single day, it never takes away from itself. We as people take away from time. And yet......the easiest excuse in the book is "there is just no time". I try and buy into these things, and as hard as I try it becomes difficult to see a light at the end of the tunnel for this. There are 24 hours in a day. There are 7 days in a week. If someone wants to blame time...be my guest. But realize that the fact that you're blaming something that has yet to fail you in being inconsistent...has just made you much less than what you were built to be.



Tonight I was told one of the most profound stories that I have heard in a very long time. I've forgotten what it feels like to be read to. Someone reading words and pages through influction of voice and tone. I'm able to sit, breathe, relax, and try to take in the very meaning of the story. Italo Calvino could quite possibly become one of my new favorite writers (thanks taylor). The story she read me-well I-let me just summarize it for you.

A man is walking the streets alone. He witnesses a few people trying to rob a store and decides to go and help them. They break in and start stealing. The burglers tell the man to go and be the lookout for them. He follows as instructed and sees the cops. Upon seeing the cops he joins in with them and decides to be against the burglers. The cops make the man go in first and they follow not so closely behind. Upon realizing that the man is without the cops...he joins the burglers once again. He starts running, falls down, and the cops help him up. What do you know...he's now a cop again. The story continues on back and forth between the man being a cop and a burgler. The end describes the man as running...between both groups of people....stopping....watching both groups disappear in the distance...and being alone once more.






I don't know if analyzing a great piece of literature is something I need to do right now. Some things are better left unsaid. But I will say this. It's ironic how I see this happen all too often. Running just to run. Jumping ship to jump ship. Too cowardly to stick with one idea, but even more cowardice to be alone. I took the beginning and the end as birth until death. You enter alone...you exit the same. What you start with is what you leave with. See it in a bigger picture. Don't run with no purpose. And if you make a decision...make it whole heartily.








I promised myself I wouldn't let something like this happen again. I'm still without words. Even if I did have words...I'm not sure I'd use them. Like I said, some things are better left...unsaid.



Peace and Blessings.

Head up, Heart strong - this outro is for me.