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On Regret

Jealousy emerges, I see others' success.  I wonder why I have all this regret Where did the time go How much time is left Will I ever accomplish whatever comes next? In that moment I come to that bridge to mourn the time past, or see my success Because looking more closely, there's more that I've done Only I know all the battles I've won.  The times I listened to someone complain The millions of times, I pushed through the pain The days I awoke to work and make bread The times I was honest, the times that I led. The lonely nights, just me and my dog The tears, the sorrow, the friends I have lost. Life has been messy, it's worn me down hard The truth is I'm not sure, how I'm still here at all. I may not know why, where, when or how But I do know tomorrow I'll accomplish my dreams Some call that faith, some call it luck For me it's just love and wading through muck.

Vomit

My life philosophy is vomit. Please, let me explain. Rather than try to repress my emotions or emotionally dump on other people, I vomit them out on paper or in my head. I let my thoughts run wild, and that keeps them from having too much power over me.  I find that meditation seems to stifle things for me (I'm probably not meditating right, or whatever), so I had to find some new way of life to keep me sane. So now instead of trying to focus on my breathing or my sensations, I just let it all happen without trying to be aware of it happening. The whole awareness thing just isn't working for me right now.  Another new factor in my lifestyle is my diet. I just started using the app, Lifesum, and have found it super helpful (highly recommend). It helps me decide my dietary goals and offers plans, recipes and shopping lists to help me commit to this. I'm a good cook, but I never know what recipes are both fun, healthy, and pushing me towards my goals, so this shit is great. Al...

Love, love, looove

My brother said the most beautiful thing to me last night, "I notice that trying to squash uncertainty usually makes it worse". My past relationships have gone to shit because of my obsessive desire for certainty that the person I'm with is the right person. There is no right person, only a compatible/good one.  I've been getting more in touch with my body through meditation lately. Sitting cross-legged feeling one with nature's itchy grass gives me nice moments of peace. I feel grounded in reality and in my body. It's  gradual change. I don't see my own improvement half the time, but the fact that I'm coming back to the present moment more frequently is nice. I'm connecting with more uncomfortable emotions, dissecting them, and finding peace within them.  My great aunt died a little while ago. I didn't feel a whole lot. I wasn't too close to her, but I remembered her love for me. The gifts (usually amazing homemade Mexican food) she gave ...

Ethical Dilemmas

Are you your own god? That's a question I've gotten before. There's an underlying assumption in that question that a person is incapable or downright prideful when deciding right from wrong without a god or some higher authority to validate.  Aristotle was cool. He argued that arguments from authority are the worst kind and that an argument should be evaluated based on content rather than on who said it. Celebrities would be in a world of hurt if everyone thought this way. Most of the shit they say has meaningless/virtue-signaling content with little to contribute. And I'm probably breaking my own rule by arguing against arguments from authority after basically calling Aristotle an authority! As humans we have a collective anxiety about our futures and pasts. I went through agony trying to pick a new apartment last week. This anxiety causes us to tend to rely too much on others for answers and to seek quick fixes to hard questions.  How did the world begin? God. Why God...

Feeling a Little Better :)

This weekend will be a good one. I'm touring new apartments in the Midtown/Heights/Montrose Houston area all day tomorrow, shopping 'til I drop on Saturday, and brunching hard on Sunday. I'm happy. For the first time in a long time I woke up at 5am this morning with a smile. I smiled at my dog, and he snorted back at me.  I've taken some actions that I think have been life-changing. I get on my phone only for communication with others. I've cancelled my gym membership and workout by myself outside with a focus on cardio. I can't say I'm eating healthier, but I'm connecting with my body and trying to only eat when I feel like it. I'm trying to perceive my body/weight with compassion and love rather than disgust. I'm taking time each day for quiet and meditation, and I'm being more social. I'm also more focused on my dreams and that keeps me less concerned about inconsequential bullshit.  I realize that feeling this good right now will end....

A Hike

I carried my dog Yoda nearly the full 4 mile hike through the Lost Maples State Park today. The sights were stunning, and I didn’t take any pics because I’m tired of seeing so many pics from so many people (including myself).  I enjoyed it because it helped me process emotion. As I hiked, Yoda got annoying to carry. The sweat kept making my fucking glasses fall down my nose, and the sun beat down on me like Hell. I got angry. I got angry for “wasting my life”, for “not knowing what my purpose is”, for “being single”. We stopped in the shade so I could catch my breath and I’d walk in circles talking to myself about how mad I was.  But as time wore on, I got tired. I settled into the present moment and my mind’s chatter died down. I started to notice the views, feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. I thought about all the painful progress I’ve made. I thought of how far I’ve come and how hard it’s been to get this far. I still have a mind that goes wild, even now, but I’m a li...

Larry Daviding (yeeting) People Away

Colors are bursting from my heart today. I rely on this color, shaping my world and giving me help. When my inner motivation isn't there, I feel myself drowning and can't be the man I want to be. I want to be consistent, but sometimes just doing my taxes or buying new shirts to replace my torn-button shirts is the biggest effort. And I know I only have myself to blame. I tell myself not to be so hard on myself, but all I can do is imagine better versions of myself that I'm failing to be.  Are my expectations too high? Or am I just a lazy piece of shit? I think this question stems from not feeling loved enough. And I have plenty of friends who love me deeply. So I guess it's not that I'm not objectively loved enough but that I don't feel loved enough. I probably just need to go out with friends more, but when I get home after working my ass off, all I want to do is chill with an unhealthy snack and watch TV. Why are my base tendencies such a far cry from the man ...