Thursday, February 26, 2015


There were so many moments when I feared I would die, not being truly known.
There were too many moments... forever forsaken in my m├ętier.

There are so many facets that I have suppressed, denied and consigned to oblivion.
There are too many moments where I have cut off my nose to spite my face.

I have had my fun and played my roles...
So much conducted by path and no longer by ingenuity.

Never pausing long enough to see to whom this blind ambition belonged.
Never authorized to stop and perceive to whom this omission belonged.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015


A man does not die from asystole.
A man dies when the air that once filled his lungs
becomes the same that comes out of his mouth.

“Perhaps, if you weren’t so busy regarding my shortcomings, you’d find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be. I notice when the sky is blue. I smile down at children. I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor. I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own. And I say ‘I’m sorry’ when you don’t. I am not without fault, but I am not without goodness either.” -Richelle E. Goodrich

Sunday, February 15, 2015

The Fool

Cherchez la femme
The Fool

With time, distances between celestial objects increase because the universe stretches and continues to expand exponentially. In essence, it means that the universe has a specific plan...even if we do not realize it.

In a way, we are all indispensable pieces that operate this machine of high-precision that our world is. There is no fate. It is sad to say, but it has all been written...planned well in advance. We are only accomplishing our task, so that the universe can continue existing and growing.

Free will is an illusion. Having the feeling that you make a decision when you put one foot in front of the other, gives us that satisfying feeling that we have control over our lives. However, life is like a horse that you simply cannot tame.

It would only require one cog to turn away from its role for this well-oiled machine to loose control and cause its entire destruction. And for the moment, I have its destiny in my hands.

In the end, happiness, misfortune, wealth, and poverty are all insignificant and have no importance. What makes the substance of an existence is not what we live, but the way we picture our life.

Thursday, February 12, 2015


Escape is always offered as a kind of fantasy, divorced from this world... whether it's Disneyland, religion, or one's own idea of happiness. I have had my own moment of truth: I also want to be free and happy. But I am unable to detach myself, so I run... fueled by my two competing desires:  to escape this world I have been carrying on my shoulders and to be worthy of this world.

It is here that we obtain a deeper understanding. The world is not simply some romantic postcard notion of life. It is difficult and sad. Infused by death. It requires something from us. It is the context of death that provides value to these fleeting moments. But the world is also full of everyday moments that mean something. Moments that connect us to one another. Moments that we will remember forever. Moments that might very well mean the world.