|Daydreamer pursuing the meaning of life but not without a cup of coffee first ☕️|
What is the difference between need and want?
Your body needs water
You want to buy Aquafina
You need to get to work
You want to have a car
You must work to have a car functional
You need love
You want it to be reciprocated
Do you need to want?
Yet want to need?
At birth it is born inside
When it is made it is spoken
Nothing makes it die
Case of the Mondays
But going up on a Tuesday
Hump days are the longest
Until thirsty Thursdays
It's Friday, I'm in love
Along with a Saturday night fever
That goes away come Sunday morning
Feels like this 8 days a week
Yesterday I did my diagnostic fitness test for work and I did not do very well. Probably my worst since before I joined the Army. I realized that since I got off active duty I gained 25 pounds, doesn't really show but I'm not happy with it and although I had passed, I struggled with my push-ups and even sit ups. I realized that as I get older it's not easy to maintain. I have to exercise regularly to maintain a certain weight and if I don't do anything for weeks I feel shitty and I gain weight. I've decided it's time I start back a gym membership 😀 it's extra costs but at least it will be worth it! I can stay on a program
What is discipline?
Just because you can, means you should
I was on a spring break before my last year of college and was in Key West, Florida. Key West is a strange place, the island is supposedly a long lost burial ground, an island of the dead, now a days it is an island full of locals and tourists who eventually intermingle on Duval Street. It was on Duval Street where my friends and I waited to start the infamous city walk/crawl which is hosted by another strange man in all black, wearing a top hat and shades (it's about 10 o'clock at night). During this walk a group of us were given a tour of the city's famous haunted establishments and homes. The back stories were intriguing and my favorite of the evening was the tale of Robert th...
Today on this raining day I went through boxes of junk and re-discovered letters written from my Grandma while I was away for deployments. She passed away on a cold January morning in 2013. Reading the letters made me remember her voice. I notice as I get older or adults in general get forgetful. I'm writing this letter so I don't forget. As a reminder that the world does not revolve around social media😏 that sometimes you need a day to reset yourself. Take care
Up in the sky
I feel the wind rush from my left to
Everyone looks small
Noisey as hell
But up in the heavens
There is peace
Being an adult
Well a working adult can suck sometimes.
When you reach college you walk in with your hopes and dreams
And then when you graduate you walk out with the uncertainty of where you will go, who will hire me, did you waste your time ?
I walked in with hopes of one day becoming a talented journalist, I can say I am still with talent but in that decade life does not go the way you think. I went on a different journey. A journey even today I am still learning from.
Today while I was working on a project on my laptop I was digging around for a template, I instead found a script I wrote my junior year in college. It made me smile, it's funny and yes I am finding grammatical and pu...
If you were to die any time soon are you prepared?
While it is a sensitive topic, how prepared would your loved ones be?
Any living wills in order?
Or changes needed in life insurance policies?
I write this with no intention to engage you into conversation.
I write this simply for your benefit
Time is against us, it preys silently, stalking us as we age. Days become weeks, weeks becomes months, than years go by. Health declines as what we do to our bodies become irreversible and then the unexpected can happen, death. No one is really ready for it or prepared.
What does it mean to be master of your own destiny?
Is it defined by the choices that you make? Or the environment that you are in? Or both??
Reader I had a vivid dream last night, so vivid that I woke angry, so angry that I could not fall back to sleep.
In this dream, I was going through the motions, making choices as if I was at work. Working so hard making one choice after another until I realized that my thought processes were like I was at work and then I realized this was a dream and if my dreams are bothering me like my current career I knew I had to wake up. When I woke it was 4am. I laid in bed until it was time to ready myself for work. I could not go back to sleep because I real...
My Pot dream
Dreaming, heard on the intercom suggesting I go on a date with petty officer Perry, I acknowledged that I heard and went to find Perry to suggest let's do it. I drive home, get home (in the old neighborhood I grew up in) and Robert De Niro is sitting in my house, smoking a bowl, I chit chat with him and tell him I am getting ready for a date. Once I get ready, I go over to De Niro take his bowl from him and smoke it. Then I feel high and then I forget it's not a dream. Seemed so real that I actually wait a while before I go outside and drive my car because I'm worried about a DUI , I am suppose to pick up Perry at his house. I am really, really high. And then I wake up
When I go to sleep I think of you
And then I rise
Like the sun
Until I realize you're not there beside me
My heart falls deep
Down into my stomach
Like hunger pains
There's no fulfillment
Until i am full again
So until I see you again
I will go back to sleep
Until I rise
And it starts all over again
No this is a hard one.
It is time 😊
Because you run out of time. When you're outside at sunset or sunrise you can see the day or evening fade away, it is blurry at the very moment of dawn and dusk
I'll give you one last one
It steals from you but you can never catch it
You kill it everyday but can never touch it
You can never have enough of it but changes always
What am I?
Lost in a sea of people
Millions of thoughts race through my head yet it goes nowhere
Everything I do seems like it has no meaning yet everything I do keeps me afloat
I'm dying to know what the future holds and I keep drowning in the present
The gifts I hold
To save the world make little difference if I do not understand the value
Right or wrong, all blurry to me
Blind because I am scared to see
Afraid of what becomes of me
How long does it take to know who you are? It seems to be a lifelong journey. People come and go in our lives. I find that when I am honest with myself I am honest to others. It is neither a positive or a negative, just a way to function about my life until I can see the bigger picture whatever that may be.
This is for you:
Each day it fades
Like the sun beyond the borders
I can't remember much
At old age it is called
At my age, I call it
What I want to remember
I let go, it fades day by day
Like the sun beyond the borders
Yet when I wake up I feel too much
Too many bad