Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Globe of Ambition in a World of Reality

I've been thinking about life and the gravity that surrounds it more and more lately. The ambition which, seemingly supressed, is re-surfacing rapidly. This globe of opportunity and my role in its reality.

Living in a world so focused on points of reality that are designated to faint hearts and narrow minds. Logic so strictly conceived by the fearful. How do you escape? How do you fight the struggle of this financial independence that threatens the wild mind to remain comfortable in being content? Dreams are dreams. The questions are only as difficult as you choose to perceive.

You see, influence is powerful. Whether that influence is a person, a place, or a circumstance. So unavoidable, forced upon us with such great insistency. We don't side step it, we can't duck to miss it, we walk right into it and keep hoping silently that it won't swallow us whole. Inspiration found in the darkest of places is still, at times, not enough to pull us from the hole in which comfort takes the reign over us.

The hole, dug deeper by our attempts to climb out, is significant of the complications which placed us there to begin with. And as that person,  or that place,  or that circumstance stands so defiantly above us we become smaller, we sink into the reality that hurts us the least.

I can't say that I was never small. In fact, I was tiny. But somehow, by grace and faith in something larger and more powerful than my own determination  brought me to this moment,  to these nights of inspiration where I feel ambition overpowering me and the idea behind discovery outpouring from the veins which keep me alive.

There's no obstacle in this world that isn't centered around this idea of familiarity. A struggle so fierce that our innate fear of loneliness, were we to attempt an escape, swallows passion and spontaneity.

But one day we wake up from our field of dreams, which in the past have haunted us, and we change our perception of reality.  The frame in which our mind integrates loneliness and fear to correlate with incapability is eliminated.  For a split second you think of turning back but the light shining ahead is warmer, and full of the possibility only blinded by our past interpretation.

Suddenly, the globe is our world. We live our days driven by the reality that pipe dreams are no longer unattainable.  We stop running from our mistakes and start running towards our success.  The dreams that seemed so far are now but within an arms reach. Outstretched,  our determination allows us to persevere through the pain of that which so violently held us back.

Because we don't see positivity as a thought within a moment,  but rather, our strength. We don't see negativity as our enemy but rather, a worthy opponent.  Pushing through without a doubt in our, now widespread, imagination that the peak is never reached. Our ability to carry on a life of always learning and experiencing is a drug.

We reach out and every day capture a new discovery within that which surrounds us.

We wait, patiently.
We hope, loudly.
We dream, and yet we never fall asleep.

Monday, July 28, 2014

I'm taking charge of my life, is that alright?

I am the owner of my life.
I am the chaser of my dreams.
I am the glue of my own ambition.
I am the keeper of my future
I am the owner of my life.

Passion.
Intense, Primal, Forceful.
A cloud to cover vision.
A beautiful storm.
Passionate rain, touching my lips.
Demanding emotion.
Passionate passion.

Empowerment.
True,  uninhibited,  selfish as it is.
Empowerment
True, power.

Cleansing.
Mind, Body, and Soul.
I wash away the complications.
Cleaner than ever before.
I give myself permission to start fresh

Reason.
Logical, Factual, and Bountiful.
A channel of hope renewed.
A channel of guilt erased.
Reasonable reason.

A future bright.
A past forgotten.
A present perspective.

Mind forward,
Back unturned.
Forward I move.
There's no looking back.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Waiting, Hoping, Wishing

Why do things end? Why do people leave? What's the point of falling in love when all it ever does is end in hurt? 
I would hate him so much more if I didn't love him so much.

Our story is so much like history, over before we even knew it began.


Missing is a part of life. Whether you are missing some one, some thing,  some emotion, some feeling, some thought, or some memory. You miss chances and opportunities, meanings and theories, lessons and triumphs. Moments pass in an instant and then are left behind regretted by those who never took the opportunity to revel in them, and missed by those who so intensely cherished them.

Life is a series of MIStakes and MISunderstandings


The memories you left behind haunt me as if the light was never there. Moments so vivid to me, that they couldn't have been made up. Yet the light, the passion, the feeling held so carefully and faultless was my own MISrepresentation. Your hand, although extended,  never grasped. Your heart although so seemingly strong, was weak. Your life, so unsure and inconsistent,  formed a lie which you told me over and over again.
So why do I miss these moments?  Why can't the memory of you end with your disappearance?


Why do I continue to be driven by hope, when all my heart can truly do is fear.



Humanity is messy, it's complex in nature. Resisting fear is not for the faint of heart, and hope is for the foolish.  But if I wait, I hope, and I wish then I give myself the opportunity to live. Hope out-stands fear. Love overrules hate.
And missing someone is a whole lot better than never knowing them at all.

Letting go means remembering these things. It's that separation and distinguish between those who wait, and those who hope. I have waited for you forever,  each day crushing my hope more and more. So I let go of the burden connected to the wait, and I allow hope to invade. I give myself the permission to wish for your happiness and to wish for your success. While reminding myself that these are my dreams as well.


Broken things cannot be fixed through someone else's heart. No matter how much I cared my heart was never the glue you needed. The glue came from within. The strength as your guide. And a new day as your opportunity.

So I will miss you, as the moments replay in my mind; but as this ending was inevitable, our fates are full of promise.

So...


As I waited--
so will you, 


As I hope--
you will too, 


As I wish--
you will find the light you need.