The week starts. The morning starts. I wake up, get dressed, make my way out the door to the place that allows me to live. The place that allows me to manifest this lifestyle. The place that takes away the very energy I need to live, while giving me the means to live. Putting me in the company of, what undoubtedly seems to be, the very future ahead of me. Breakfast time comes and goes. Lunchtime comes and goes. It approaches the rush hour. My labor is no longer required. I am released from the slavery born of my own volition.
Live a day in my life.
Everyone has a reason for continuing on this long journey of indeterminate length, until the end, called life. Whether it be money, love, kids, or some abstract dream to achieve. Mine is so much more delicate and easily fragmented than that. Everyone has a reason. For that push. A motivation behind every step. An ethereal hand that tugs on the their shirt leading them away from the abyss.
Mine is just a hooked finger as I lean over looking for a reason to let go. Continue Reading
Normally I don’t post on the weekends since I’m usually on my xbox and not my laptop, but I was reading this article on ny phone. It was shared, by the Buddhism page I follow on Facebook. Haha, I like to learn in my spirituality everywhere.
It is about the top regrets people have at the end of their lives.
I think that caption sums up my life right now. I have a job I like albeit temporary, I got a decent income flow, my siblings are happy, I have a schedule that keeps me ridiculously busy during the day so I’m never bored, starting a new business flow, and I don’t really have any problems. I know saying that just now was a pretty major jinx, but still saying it.
Life is good.
I don’t know how long it’ll last, but it is good.
“What’s the point of life if you don’t explore?”
Those were the words directed towards me during a pretty chill video chat last night from my friend Matthew. I paused for a second before I gave a reply. Partly because he came in a bit muffled and I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly. Partly because I realized my answer is really complicated.
It definitely seems our mindsets change as we get older and experience more. Continue Reading
Over the course of my driving “career” I have been asked “why do I like road trips so much?” and I’ve often asked it of myself. I drive for hours with little breaks, monotonous highways, and all those bugs on the windshield. I think I’ve formulated the answer, but we shall see if that is true. I’m from NYC (That’s New York City if you’re unfamiliar). Born at a hospital in Long Island. Lived in Brooklyn, even up to now. Raised as a Manhattan/Brooklyn kid. Worked in Queens. I know this city like the back of my hand and sometimes that nauseates me. I’m from the city that so many people I talk to want to visit, yet I feel like I’m in a cage with a lot of people and infinite amount of activities.
That should be a good thing right? I’d never get lonely or never run out of things to do. Continue Reading