Life is the wave, death is the point.
To serve others or to serve oneself? That is the rhetorical question.
For when one serves others they are also serving themselves in many ways. Each has their own motives and every selfless act begins with a selfish desire. Continue reading To serve or not to serve?
You Haven’t Lived
Until You’ve Died
When pen and paper meet like old friends words will fly.
Spirits combine and recombine into new & wondrous things. These phantoms of old are but figment of their dreary selves.
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Let not thy thoughts be construed as misjudged misanthropy. For the under current of futures will be written anew or never written at all, but cast upon the ear less trees ready for action upon them, but never acting upon the world in acoustic clarity.
The muffling cries of those futures collapsing the past howls of new. Fear not for those possibilities as the probability waves goodbye. You are never alone & have nothing to worry about. I am but as all. we experience, expectorate & ejaculate all actions & in-actions that forebear us.
So be still & listen to the muffled screams of the trees. Act upon the world as stillness; LOVE.
Time to Live!
So if you haven’t seen me around for a while it’s for good reason. I quit my job, traveled to South America and have been living my dream. Many of you know me as the guy with dreads, no shoes and a steady job. In the last 6 months I’ve blown up 2 of those stereotypes & kept the one that made the most sense to me, not wearing shoes. While I loved my dreads and my job I needed to shed both. They were beginning to take over who I defined myself as and the things I thought I knew about myself. Since this adventure began I’ve met lots of amazing people, been to places off my radar & done things I never expected.