Mail

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“Here’s the mail that never fails, it makes me wanna wag my tail, when it comes I wanna yell, MAIL!”

Yea yea, I’m quoting Blues Clues. I know were supposed to all be grown and boring and stiff, but I still love getting packages in the mail. It’s a building anticipation of something good. A private party thrown by some invisible person who selected you specifically because you’re just special like that. You tear into the package with the beating heart of a child. Doesn’t really matter what it is, it’s just that it’s there and it’s yours and that’s all that matters in the world. One important attribute we should never lose as we age is appreciation of the little things. Children are so content sometimes with the simplest of things. They are so keen in to the moment itself that nothing else matters in the world. Yesterday has gone and tomorrow may never come. All we ever have is this moment and the taking advantage of what it offers. Life is serious enough; each day already packed with its own set of circumstances. That said, I would love to sit and be mean with all you grown people who don’t really know what it means to curl your mouths up into that positive looking gesture, however I just got books in the mail I am dying to devour; we can complain about your problems later.

Dreams are Over-Rated

No, not those dreams, the other dreams. The ones we are taught to reach for.

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Ever get tired of hearing people talk about dreams and dreaming? It’s like the whole world is dancing in fairy tales. I think vision is great, but it is not the same thing as action. It isn’t the same as taking an idea and turning it into a full manifestation of being. Taking a thought and materializing it into something tangible. To dream is cool. In fact, I have enough dreams to build castles in the air, but dreaming isn’t the same as doing. I used to sleep, and as such I used to dream. But if I consider myself one to have been awakened, if I operate under full consciousness and awareness, I must do more than just dream, I must also act.

Wasted Words

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Have you ever felt like you are doing something for nothing? That it is all in vain? Sometimes I regret bathing in the blank wake of my passion. I do not wish to follow Strands advice; I am not kissed by white paper. I know that my words will just fall unmercifully on death ears like falling stars praying for repentance that will never come. They will fall like the leaves of trees upon the ground like death and rot around my feet. I will be filled to the brim with excitement and anticipation of sunlight before the reality of wasted words darkens the skies and fills the clouds with storms. I will push forth in determination, only to be reminded by splashes of thunder that the droplets of failure have already proceeded to gush forth. I am not the one to give up (let’s not get that deep!), but judge me not for my lack of enthusiasm today. I am human after all; made up of emotions, flesh and bone. I get tired sometimes too.