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ME: Hey, Davis?
ME: Why are you so hard on me?
Davis: Because you don't make good choices.
ME: But... I'm not perfect., either.
Davis: Well... In my opinion? You should be.
I am a very flawed human being. We all are. Speaking that and learning to live through the mistakes, liberates us. Learn from your mistakes, and cease to repeat them. From that we can achieve wiser versions of ourselves.
ME: But what if I'm NOT what you think I am? What if you have built an ideal version of me in your mind that isn't obtainable?
Davis: That's you, making an excuse to not, be better. You're making excuses and opting for laziness.
The truth is, there is nothing wrong with our flaws. Most of the time, what we consider our flaws, are all based on perspective. Usually, and almost always, this is our perspective only. Identify the "why's" of what you consider your flaws. Why is this a flaw for me? How is this detrimental to my growth? Who does this particular flaw hurt most? What is the birth of this flaw?
Can embracing this flaw become a strength?
ME: Davis, please forgive me for all the things that I have done? I'm not the person you want me to be, I know. But the reality is that, this... (points to chest) I... I AM YOU. And the more you deny me and who I am... The more you will hurt yourself. Stop treating me like the bastard child born of wedlock. Instead embrace me and love me as the love child I was born to be, and allow me to be your strength on this path called life. I have nothing but great things to give you... But only if you learn to forgive me and work through those things you are truly insecure about, together. Is this something you are ready to do?
Davis: What if no one will like me for, embracing you?
ME: That's a risk you will have to take... But you must ask yourself... Will you like yourself if you don't?
Davis: ....... ..... ...
ME: (sighs) That's, exactly what I thought.
Sitting from the place He once sat. Seeing the view of what he once saw. It helps me understand. It helps to understand the WHY’s of his last moments and the HOW’s. Vividly imagining the things he might have contemplated to himself while sitting from this very chair upon this very deck. I imagine how clear the sky might have been for him those days before. How clear his mind might have been. As the trees sway with the wind… so do the gust of my thoughts. Death can be abrupt, YES. But does one at times make a conscious decision to embrace it? Was it here that one decided to maintain this life or move on to the next dimension? Tell me how and why we can always see the calm before the storm? Why is it always darkest before dawn?
Why do we always see things clear as crystal before we see it all dark in death?
Why is life…?
Visions of my Best Friend being lowered into the ground constantly reminds me that life is short.
It's Possible that Death is a gift...
If this is truth, then the gift of death is not for the meek, but for those strong enough to live life unapologetically.
To ascend pass this life, one must first learn to live without boundaries... One must learn to never apologize for being who they truly are.
One must learn to appreciate what's been given to you... and the blessing to ChAngE it all at your will. It's truly possible that life is only a means to prepare the soul for liberation...
Exhilarating! Enthralling! Electrifying! Visceral! Intense! Gripping! Dripping with Brutal Passion. These are the thoughts I was left with after viewing Whiplash. When I saw Whiplash for the first time I was floored... A film of percussive nostalgia, calling upon the energy of a dying genre of music. On the surface, It's a story about boy with one dream... A universal dream... Which is "To be ONE of the greats” as he so casually told his girlfriend. This film struck close to heart for me. The film follows 19 year old...Read More
Entering a void once filled is a hard road. Grieving is new territory – particularly when it's a close friend. Life inevitably evolves, things inevitably occur, new situations inevitably arise. But it’s these inevitable occurrences that causes you too realize that the empty space once filled with the person who unquestionably relates to these entities as they occurred. A best friend is what I lost... a trusted person, a noble individual, a creative motivator, a brother. It’s because of this, these past two evenings in my hometown have not been easy. Seeing him off to his final resting place and spending time with my extended family in light of his absence… it’s all a reality I’m still struggling to accept.
But all one can do... is walk that road one day at a time.