I'm seriously thinking of deleting my social media accounts. I'm beginning to feel physically sick knowing about everything going on, everywhere, all the time, with everyone's opinions sugar coating it all.
If social media wasn't around I think we'd get certain things done a lot faster, especially if we feel strongly about it. Instead we retweet or repost something with the caption "Thoughts and Prayers" or "We need to do something about this", thinking that the problem is taken care of or someone else will do it. It's maddening.
I'm pretty sure I had a minor panic attack last night scrolling through my Twitter feed reading first hand accounts of kids who survived yet another school shootin...
I think if I've learned anything from these lasts couple of weeks, its to always Be Real.
Stop pretending everything is okay when it isn't.
Do the right thing for yourself and others.
The world is changing and things always get worse before they get better. So don't give up when you feel like you're the only one doing it, because you're not.
Who knows, maybe someone will see your confidence as inspiration to believe in themselves and help promote change for the better.
How does one learn to forgive?
Do people even deserve it?
If somebody has wronged you or someone you care about, why should they be the ones who are consoled? To be relieved of the repercussions that come with the emotional scars that they've left on someone else?
I don't believe in that. Nobody should have the opportunity to run away from the ripple effects of their own actions. It should hurt them as much as its hurt the people involved, if not more so...
My Mother has been through a lot in her life. Forget about her being Hispanic and a woman, but her life was made a hell-hole thanks to her step father. Something I learned about only once I was growing up, and only when I would ask he...
Never affiliate yourselves with Men who are intimidated by your power. Be with those who encourage you to follow your heart and ambitions and support you every step of the way.
Don't. Waste. Your. Time.
It's the thing everyone is after. It's what can solve so many problems. It's what causes so many others.
In my current occupation, I'm surrounded by families and couples who have a lot of money and I've been able to see so many different people and personalities. Some people haven't changed much. They remember where they came from, how little they had, and many people still to this day have so little. They do things to benefit others.
There are people who do the opposite. People who firmly believe that other people are simply lazy and don't have the drive to improve themselves. They do very little for others.
Then there those who are so alone, all they have is money. People who hav...
See the World for what it COULD be, instead of what it is, and the things that truly matter will become more clear to you.
Finally sitting down to have a drink. Turns out I like Vodka more than Whiskey. And I don't mind the fact that this bar is a little crowded.
New York City. A goddamn headache, and the only place that's actually helped me come to realize so many different things about myself. I can do things by myself and not feel weird about it, which for me is fuckin HUGE because suburban life can make you feel like a damn creep if you do things solo. With the ridiculous number of people here, I've got a pretty good idea of which type of person I like and don't like, who to trust and who not to trust, and I've learned just how different my upbringing was to just everyone I've met so far.
Simply put: They g...
Haven't had much alone time lately. I'm noticing the bags under my eyes, the clutter on my bedroom floor, the aftertaste of Coffee becoming the natural scent of my breath. How I long for solitude. How I long for a book to read under a lamp as my wristwatch ticks away the passing hours. How I long for my bed... My long lost friend.
I've been noticing how restless I get. How antisocial I'm beginning to deliberately become just so I can go home and read. I feel as though NYC is trying to rewrite my DNA and I don't want it to. I like being an Introvert. I like how being alone feels. It's how I recharge. Yes, I love meeting new people and learning new things but... It's starting to take a toll.
Maybe this country does need a Trump in office. So we can finally realize we need to stand together if we want to make a change. Why couldn't we act this way before?
It took a man who flaunts his cynicism and arrogance to show us that we don't need more of it in the world. So maybe we needed this. Maybe America can be Great again. We just need to make these next 4 years really count.
A new year, a new chance. My goal is to take the time out to be myself and approach others with more kindness and respect. Maybe eat a little better since I've been having some minor health problems.
These next couple of years are going to be pretty weird I feel but I'm making a promise to myself to approach situations respectfully and making sure I don't jump quickly to ignorant conclusions.
May 2017 be a great year for everyone!
I'm not sure if I'll ever come to terms with this. How can I show someone who shows no genuine empathy any kind of respect... but everyone around me is telling me I should.
As that US Map turned all red all I could say to myself was... Wow, look at all those people who've been feeling neglected. Donald Trump represents a lot of things to different people... I just don't know if he represents prosperity, unity or acceptance.
He couldn't even look at the cheering crowd as he presented his victory speech. He was reading off of a teleprompter the entire time.
I could say a lot of things about the new Pres-Elect but I have self control. I also try to be optimistic as much as possible. We as Ame...
Dear Mr. Star,
I've been feeling low lately. Really low. I mask it with jokes and smiles, I'd rather people think of me as that guy. I still feel like I'm the party pooper tho.
I've been alone a lot. I like it and hate it all at once. I want to enjoy the day but don't want to engage with other people at all. People have been really getting to me. Mostly the guys I work with. They make me hate being a guy. I've never met more shallow people in my life.
I can't let others get to me. People close to me keep telling me that but I can't help it. When you're around them more often than not, they just start getting to you. I try to keep my cool tho: " They're examples of who to never become" , " ...
A lot of my letters are thoughts I have from experiences I've gone through and things I have seen, and from those experiences, come to logical understandings. I'm constantly trying to somehow show those who read my letters to, in some way or another, meet new people and listen to what they say. Come together to understand one another. So that through those interactions we can slowly accept one another. Live in Peace.
What I will NEVER understand is why on Earth it is possible to purchase a Semi-automatic assault rifle in this country. Those are weapons of War. Tools for those on the Frontlines, not for those on their front lawns. It will never make sense to me.
How many more lives will it t...
I can feel it calling to me. The roads. The trees. The wind. Everyday I get a little more anxious. All it will take is for me to take that step.
Instead of finding excuses, I'll find reasons.
I'll take the chances I never thought I had. I'll do instead of dream.
But right now I'll take time to learn a little bit more. I'll read, I'll listen and I'll try to make sense of the world before me.
Because once I go, I don't think I'll be able to stop... and I won't look back.
Everything I believe. Everything I feel. Everything I am. I owe to my anxiety and insecurities.
They allow me to think before I speak. To care & love for others with a genuine heart and see Life through every lens.
Am I sad sometimes? Sure. Can things get me angry? Of course. That's just my compassion. Sometimes I feel like my emotions are so intense. Like they hit me 10x harder than emotions should. If that makes any sense at all.
Solitude can be such a paradise. People get so caught up with the non-essential that they never tap into that.
Looking back, I see myself molding like clay into what I am now. Just three or four years ago I was completely different. So lost I get sick thinking...
One day, some day, the stars will answer.
Words rippling out and light shining back.
One day, some day, my heart will skip, my hand will shake, my words will be lost.
One day, some day, courage will arise. Nerves will subside and all shall listen.
One day, some day, a gentle hand will reach out, with reassurance and warmth. It will take away the little things that hold me down. It will push me forward when I so want to retreat. It will stop my shaking hand and embrace me.
Fate will show it's face and it will be the most beautiful sight to behold.
A curse for some, a medal for others. I'm constantly coming face to face with this term and I've been cringing at the examples thrown at me, so I'm constantly questioning myself.
Are you still masculine if you say you're a feminist?
Is it masculine if you're a stay-at-home dad?
Is it masculine if you can live without trying to bed a different girl every month/week?
According to the guys I've been around all my life, the answer to those questions are No, No and Are fuckin kidding me you pussy?
But... Why not?
Am I less of a man if I think men and women should be treated equally in society?
Would I be less of a man if I'm keeping my house clean, changing my child's diaper whe...
I want to feel part of this world.
To feel connected, to feel like I belong here. Isn't it my right as a human being?
I feel so lost. Like I'm being pushed by society to go down a path further away from my natural one.
I feel so calm and at peace when I'm sitting alone in the shade a tree made for me, with the wind at my back and the birds singing me songs. When the sky is blue and the water is shining, calling for me to cool off.
It's almost as if we've forgotten. That everything is right here for us. Waiting. We just need to take the time to meet it head on and lose ourselves, to ultimately find ourselves.
Why is it so strange to feel sad when someone's favorite artist dies?
"Why are you sad, you never even met them".
Maybe its because we did meet. The words they sang touched our hearts in such a way that we'd listen to everything they'd say. They'd make us dance, they'd make us cry, they'd make us sit and listen. They stood out from the rest of the world. They were unique. They were their own genre.
And now they're gone. Leaving us nothing else but their voices on our old records and CDs.
We have every right to be sad. We have met. Soul to soul.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet / confinement of your aloneness / to learn / anything or anyone / that does not bring you alive / is too small for you.
- David Whyte
Embrace what ever it is that keeps you going.
What ever keeps you moving forward.
What ever keeps your feet on the ground, your chin up high and allows you to treat others with respect naturally because all of that is very important.
The people we have in our lives are temporary.
The experiences we get to have are unique to each and everyone of us.
What we take from this life, we keep with us and store them within our hearts, until the younger and more curious ask us to share what we hide.
From that, they will make their own interpretations of what we think.
If what we share is love and kindness, how can they know of anything different?
Just remember to stay humble and not to cl...
There is defeat,
There is shame,
There is famine,
There is pain,
There are lies,
There are tears,
There are traitors,
There are fears,
There is sickness,
There is murder,
There is rape,
There is torture,
There is cruelty,
There is ignorance,
There is even death,
But there is nothing more evil than indifference.
Dear Mr. Star,
Hello again. Been a while since I sent you a letter. We humans tend to get caught up in our own worries & cares. We forget you're around. Been busy of late, working and sleeping mostly. Nothing that exciting.
Drove upstate not too long ago. Went to a school near Albany to meet my sister. Beautiful ride. The roads curved through mountains, farm land for miles, even more mountains in the distance that looked blue. Wonder what it's like to live out there. Those people must be able to see all the stars at night.
I've been driving a lot lately. Mostly because I'm loving my new car but also because my neighborhood gets annoying after a while. Too boring. I'm sure you don't really ...
The Boys of Clover Point #4
Alex stayed with Johnny for the rest of their time in the projects. On the outside there was a determined young boy, wanting to get out of his hell he calls his neighborhood. On the inside, was an angry young man wanting nothing more than to get back at the people who took away the parents he loved. Johnny could feel it, he would catch Alex all agitated; looking uncomfortable and wanting to go out. As they got older, the drinking became a normality. The driving late at night became the new bedroom to talk in. Yet, Johnny never knew what Alex did for income.
Johnny had landed a job as a waiter at Uncle Pete's restaurant. How Uncle made it out that Tuesday night w...
The Boys of Clover Point #3
That Police visit was not the first and far from the last. As the years went by Alex and Johnny became like brothers. In Clover Point, all people really had were their childhood friends. Having that someone they can count on to keep them straight, keep pushing them to make it. Alex and Johnny never left each other's side... not even on that fateful Tuesday night.
It was a cold winter evening. Alex had invited Johnny out with his family for dinner. Alex's father was a business man, as far as they knew and he had made a big sale and wanted to celebrate. So they decided to dine at Uncle Pete's local restaurant.
The sign outside said Pete's but Alex's dad knew him...
The Boys of Clover Point
Johnny, clenched his bloody palm, weak and full of emotion. A sole light bulb dangled above him... the warehouse was quiet. He felt all the eyes looking down at him, with Alex standing over him, pistol in hand. Johnny squeezed the tears out, the pain from the bullet hole was too intense.
"Fellas, give us some space. I need to talk to him alone", said Alex never taking his eyes off of Johnny.
As the room cleared Johnny eyed his pistol resting off to the side of him and tried reaching for it with his good hand. Annoyed, Alex just kicks it out of reach.
" Will you stop" he says.
" Fuck me? Have you forgotten who I am Johnny?" Alex takes a seat on the ...
When we see coverage of a murder and how it all happened, we feel sorry for the family and people affected by the tragedy and want the murderer to suffer. How does that make us any different from them?
We look for raw video footage or Live streams of tragic events like we can't get enough of them. Its like we'd rather watch these things instead of doing what it takes to make sure these things stop.
Do 50,000 retweets truly help people? Do 100,000 Likes on Facebook truly make a difference? On a self-esteem level, sure, but not in the grand scheme of things...
P.S. I just watched an Episode of Black Mirror called White Bear... I need to take a walk...