Love, life and everything in between.

We can start by taking a deep breath in and living every moment in gratitude and love, they don’t cost money. We all have 24 hours in a day but there is no guarantee that we will live to see it through so let’s live every moment knowing that the next one might not come. Not by jumping off a cliff, you can if you want to but that would be in the step to ensuring that it is indeed our last moment, but by letting, the ones closest to us know how much we love them and appreciate them. 

Lastly but most importantly to look into the mirror and tell ourselves how much we love ourselves, how thankful we are for the gift of life and the journey we have been on and make a promise to ourselves to live to our fullest forever more.

Conspiracy Theory

do I delve deep into where the universe beckons me? That dark and mysterious place where sense and senselessness dance the unholy dance of existence? After all we exist in that sliver of space between madness and sanity, a fact very familiar to all creative types.

Does Meditation work?

I have learned much about people and about how the mind works, especially the tricks it plays. What I discovered through self-introspection, scientists have studied and concluded; that humans are hard-wired to non-consciously shift their view of reality to avoid working harder. 

The silent killer

It’s our own biases that distort our understanding of the world. Half the pain we inflict on ourselves is because of our rigid beliefs on how things should be. We could not enjoy the technology of flight for the longest time because we as a society held onto to the rigid belief that anything heavier than air would fall down. It begs the question what other beliefs are still tethering us to the ground?

For the love of writing

Some stories need to be told even if the only one listening is the writer. The job of the story teller is to tell stories nothing more but never less. It is up to the listener to decide if they want to be carried away in the ebbs and lows of the narrative, to hear the call of the birds, the chill of the dawn or the blistering heat of the dessert.