“Ineffective people live day after day with unused potential. They experience synergy only in small, peripheral ways in their lives. But creative experiences can be produced regularly, consistently, almost daily in people's lives. It requires enormous personal security and openness and a spirit of adventure.” –Stephen R. Covey
Cemeteries hold quiet wisdom if you listen long enough. I don’t ritualistically wander around graveyards unless it was the rare time I attended a funeral. I would wander off by myself and just listen to the silence. There’s a peace in moving on and there’s a fear of the unknown that causes the living to walk lifeless. It feels possible that someone could feel even more dead than those buried underground. I am not sure if they spend each day experiencing what it feels like to be alive. I noticed the symbols around graveyards resemble each one of us as we go sleepwalking through our lives. I have always left funerals and cemeteries with a push to live a little more. There's a little more awareness that I am truly alive and actually better off than the pit of despair that I dramatize myself to be in.
The sadness I learned living in my hometown all those years ago, I felt it again. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I felt like I was the ghost. I felt as if I was dead to everyone. It’s not that at all. Living in Charlotte and visiting Florida was this great adventure every single time. There was so much to look forward to. I felt alive, free, and there was so much ahead of me. Moving back, it stopped and every single thing was different than when I just visited. It’s not in one area. It’s in many areas. In a few different experiences, it began to get frustrating that I had been trying every avenue to get people to wake up. What I didn't realize is that when everything would get sketchy or difficult, I would run. Life isn’t that complicated, tragic, or so crucifying. It can be at times. But it doesn’t have to stay that way. I ran because I feared all those complications. But I know if I stay put long enough, it will pass.
If anything, I learned I can’t be there for anyone if I keep running like a gypsy traveler. So I am going to stay put for a little bit and wait out the lows of whatever this is that I am experiencing myself. The least I can do is just completely own this really crappy time I am experiencing and do my best to not let it take me down. I am not Wonder Woman as much as I try to take on my own alone. I am not this amazingly strong person. I am writing as of late to just balance all of the mainly celebratory fun things. Real life can’t filter out all the bad. I will be honest. And there is no poetry in honesty. I can’t stand it, some things absolutely terrify me to the point of tears. This whole transition is difficult. I feel like I don’t exactly have a place to plant my roots at. Nothing is going to be clear and everything will be confusing. But I am not going to take off and run this time. I am going to learn to stop running to hitch the next circus train to wherever. Plus, I have a cold and I am going to break down if I don’t stop burning the candle at both ends. I need to just spend a few days just stopping. Breathing. And completely taking in what’s going on.
My dear friends, I have something important I want to tell you.
Whatever it is that is holding you back, holding you down, I hope you find a way to let go and be allowed to be yourself. I say this about a few of my beautiful, gorgeous, amazingly free spirited friends that have been held down by the negative attitudes or even the people that have treated you less than who you truly are. You’ve got so many wonders and so much inspiration exuding from you. Just knowing you and being friends with you gives me life. It helps me see in new colors I never knew existed. All that you see in me and why we are friends is a mirror. You are the best of me and the things I lose along the way. I remember them when I see you and feel grounded. Please don’t ever forget that.
Think of this, when you think of cemeteries most people think of death. But the secrets held are the lives they lived. The tombstones are just markers of numbers and names of a person so those markers people put on you never define your life. The statues watch on without feeling or movement symbolizing but never actually experiencing what it’s like to be alive. The sleepwalkers move but are never truly awake. Each day you live and breathe, remember there is an ongoing secret you are building that is your life. It’s only yours as you are living. It only exists now.
To put things in better perspective, recess was only 30 minutes to an hour each day. It was the best thing ever. You certainly could take those minutes out of each day to be free, to say hi to that person you’ve been meaning to catch up with, to run up the wrong side of the slide and scream with joy all the way down. People make up all kinds of excuses to push people out of their lives. They make all kinds of excuses and they end up believing the negative things that were said to them. They put things in the way of a rather simple path.
Life is full of choices. Which is your choice? It’s only when you let good people in that you fight the negativity and the hurt with surrounding yourself around the best things about life. There’s no magical recipe to making things work or be good all the time. Every single person has their problems, their issues, their imperfections. When you find someone that actually cares for you as you are with all your scars and blots, don’t ever let them go. There’s no magic to making anything work or timing. It’s simple really. You let each other in, you let them see them mess and the beauty. The world is pretty scary so why go at it alone if you don’t have to. I have some really crappy horrible down times too. If anything, I can just hang with you while it sucks and wait it out with you. I’m having a crappy time too. Let’s keep ourselves open for the first sign that the storm is letting up though. It will. It will come to pass. You lean on my back, I’ll lean on yours and we’ll take turns sleeping. Just like in Forrest Gump. I’ll be your Gen-nay. Or Forrest. Except for the running part. Because I have to stay put for a bit, so you know.
Sincerely,
Gen
p.s. I usually have videos at the end and I couldn't come up with anything. But this is always a good standard. I strive to have every morning like this, even if my morning sucks and my neighbors are usually just as annoying.
Cemeteries hold quiet wisdom if you listen long enough. I don’t ritualistically wander around graveyards unless it was the rare time I attended a funeral. I would wander off by myself and just listen to the silence. There’s a peace in moving on and there’s a fear of the unknown that causes the living to walk lifeless. It feels possible that someone could feel even more dead than those buried underground. I am not sure if they spend each day experiencing what it feels like to be alive. I noticed the symbols around graveyards resemble each one of us as we go sleepwalking through our lives. I have always left funerals and cemeteries with a push to live a little more. There's a little more awareness that I am truly alive and actually better off than the pit of despair that I dramatize myself to be in.
The sadness I learned living in my hometown all those years ago, I felt it again. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I felt like I was the ghost. I felt as if I was dead to everyone. It’s not that at all. Living in Charlotte and visiting Florida was this great adventure every single time. There was so much to look forward to. I felt alive, free, and there was so much ahead of me. Moving back, it stopped and every single thing was different than when I just visited. It’s not in one area. It’s in many areas. In a few different experiences, it began to get frustrating that I had been trying every avenue to get people to wake up. What I didn't realize is that when everything would get sketchy or difficult, I would run. Life isn’t that complicated, tragic, or so crucifying. It can be at times. But it doesn’t have to stay that way. I ran because I feared all those complications. But I know if I stay put long enough, it will pass.
If anything, I learned I can’t be there for anyone if I keep running like a gypsy traveler. So I am going to stay put for a little bit and wait out the lows of whatever this is that I am experiencing myself. The least I can do is just completely own this really crappy time I am experiencing and do my best to not let it take me down. I am not Wonder Woman as much as I try to take on my own alone. I am not this amazingly strong person. I am writing as of late to just balance all of the mainly celebratory fun things. Real life can’t filter out all the bad. I will be honest. And there is no poetry in honesty. I can’t stand it, some things absolutely terrify me to the point of tears. This whole transition is difficult. I feel like I don’t exactly have a place to plant my roots at. Nothing is going to be clear and everything will be confusing. But I am not going to take off and run this time. I am going to learn to stop running to hitch the next circus train to wherever. Plus, I have a cold and I am going to break down if I don’t stop burning the candle at both ends. I need to just spend a few days just stopping. Breathing. And completely taking in what’s going on.
My dear friends, I have something important I want to tell you.
Whatever it is that is holding you back, holding you down, I hope you find a way to let go and be allowed to be yourself. I say this about a few of my beautiful, gorgeous, amazingly free spirited friends that have been held down by the negative attitudes or even the people that have treated you less than who you truly are. You’ve got so many wonders and so much inspiration exuding from you. Just knowing you and being friends with you gives me life. It helps me see in new colors I never knew existed. All that you see in me and why we are friends is a mirror. You are the best of me and the things I lose along the way. I remember them when I see you and feel grounded. Please don’t ever forget that.
Think of this, when you think of cemeteries most people think of death. But the secrets held are the lives they lived. The tombstones are just markers of numbers and names of a person so those markers people put on you never define your life. The statues watch on without feeling or movement symbolizing but never actually experiencing what it’s like to be alive. The sleepwalkers move but are never truly awake. Each day you live and breathe, remember there is an ongoing secret you are building that is your life. It’s only yours as you are living. It only exists now.
To put things in better perspective, recess was only 30 minutes to an hour each day. It was the best thing ever. You certainly could take those minutes out of each day to be free, to say hi to that person you’ve been meaning to catch up with, to run up the wrong side of the slide and scream with joy all the way down. People make up all kinds of excuses to push people out of their lives. They make all kinds of excuses and they end up believing the negative things that were said to them. They put things in the way of a rather simple path.
Life is full of choices. Which is your choice? It’s only when you let good people in that you fight the negativity and the hurt with surrounding yourself around the best things about life. There’s no magical recipe to making things work or be good all the time. Every single person has their problems, their issues, their imperfections. When you find someone that actually cares for you as you are with all your scars and blots, don’t ever let them go. There’s no magic to making anything work or timing. It’s simple really. You let each other in, you let them see them mess and the beauty. The world is pretty scary so why go at it alone if you don’t have to. I have some really crappy horrible down times too. If anything, I can just hang with you while it sucks and wait it out with you. I’m having a crappy time too. Let’s keep ourselves open for the first sign that the storm is letting up though. It will. It will come to pass. You lean on my back, I’ll lean on yours and we’ll take turns sleeping. Just like in Forrest Gump. I’ll be your Gen-nay. Or Forrest. Except for the running part. Because I have to stay put for a bit, so you know.
Sincerely,
Gen
p.s. I usually have videos at the end and I couldn't come up with anything. But this is always a good standard. I strive to have every morning like this, even if my morning sucks and my neighbors are usually just as annoying.
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