The world does nothing to build us up. Its sole purpose is to chip away and take until we have nothing more. When a man’s instinct is to tear himself down instead of doing what’s necessary to repair the damage, that’s it. The song is over. The game is lost.
Category Archives: Journal
Procreactivity
If I could have one wish, I’d like to actually be creative. Proactively creative, procreative, instead of being clever in a reactive, reactionary sort of way. The kind of proactivity that sparks the genesis of an idea, pushes it to germinate, punch through the soil, and grow until it has reached fruition and has born …
Future, in Memorium
Halloween. Did nothing, went nowhere. Election day. Got up early and voted. Dia de los Muertos. I don’t celebrate, but I’m burning candles anyway. In the past now. Memories. May they fade quick. But then the future? Two close friends are wedding this week. About damn time, I say. Taking time off for it. And …
S.C.U.B.A.
So the good news is that the doctor found something wrong with me. The bad news is that the treatment is lifelong. According to the polysomnogram I got last week, I apparently stop breathing when I sleep. Not all through the night, mind you, but only during REM sleep. As soon as REM is over, …
Gr’own-Up
Life was a lot easier when I believed in the benevolence and guidance of an overarching Other. It allowed me to be comfortable with being less than I could be. It allowed me to be comfortable with failure. Falling short was OK as long as I felt the choices I made were part of the …