How can you call it your life, if you rarely take ownership of anything happening in it?
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Your vision will always follow your speech. You cannot plant a rose garden with nothing but salted rocks as seeds!
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Day 319: Reinforced Destiny
The squandered chance. The sacrifice made. The nerves twisted. The bloodshed seeped through wounded bones.
Flash forward a thousand years. Everyone give your loudest cheer. The past is now in the rear. As evident by the single tear.
Yet, you query what has changed. How have you rearranged? Still wearing the same soiled skins. Still refusing to make amends.
The cost paid. The memories raid. The pain sears through chartered veins. No longer do you ride these lanes. For fear of releasing the pent-up reins.
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Day 318: Twisted Redemption
Day 317: Inception
The doors closed.
The windows locked.
The shutters fell.
The lights went out.
No one knew what it was all about.
Yet, whispers slowly became shouts.
The choice still wavering.
The memory fading.
She looked away.
She could no longer hold off a decision.
As we watched the sun arisen.
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Seeking a reward you found a sword. Raising the sword you followed the board. The board discovered an encamp spy. Oh wait, it was all a lie, perfectly crafted to invoke your war cry. The battles are over. The dead are buried. The winners look like losers and the losers speak like winners. So confused, you’ve forgotten all the rules. Go on and continue singing your down-home blues.
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Day 316: Distorted Victory
Day 315: Abstract Vice
I wrote a book after just one look. It spoke of lemons and sweet lemonade. It smelled of honey and spice. It turned out cozy and warm as a bowl of sticky rice. All because you paid the price, trice, even after a – roll – of – the – dice.
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The tragedy of the broken spirit. Witnesses the birth of a child, but only sees the pain in rain-soaked tears in a mother’s eyes. So acquainted with self-despair, even your miracles are setbacks instead of breakthroughs. Labeling the dissenting voices traitors to the cause. Only to realize your own deeply-rooted flaws. When will it end you proclaim in true desperation? So unaware, it never really began, except in your now soured-membrane. Break free from your imaginary cage. Release all the stolen rage. It’s well-passed time to turn the page.
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Day 314: A Scripted Memory
Living in a world scripted by imposters. Walking in a land inhabited by puppets. Speaking of a people no longer listening. Born from dirt and grit. Welded together with stone and iron. Reviving a vision no longer present. Rising above the waffling tides, you finally found the treasure hidden inside.
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Day 313: Camouflage Chest
Freedom is easy when you dictate freedom’s manifestation. Making it an action that distorts the essence of its subject. An issue isn’t important until it’s your issue. A plight isn’t a plight until it’s your plight. The brawl isn’t a stance until it’s your degree of connection. All caught up in the misdirection. The prisoners have become both prisoners and wardens. Locked in your archaic thinking you ponder the enemies attack. Forgetting you share the same back.
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Day 312: Within
Day 311: Escaping Mental Captivity
The other day I was venting on Facebook about a woman I encountered during lunch. Her newfound knowledge had sparked a flame she could not contain as the fruits continually fell from the tree. And, similarly to a rabbit in a carrot field, she consumed more than she could fully digest.
As I ranted on silently in my head and physically on my phone, she appeared unaffected by my designed reclusiveness. Jabbering on she recounts the rich history of our ancestry as if the shaman had just spoken to the little children amongst the cold night and bristling fire of our journey from kings and queens to slaves and cattle and back to mental kings and queens.
Reminiscent of Yoda holding court as Luke Skywalker describes the force. I sit willing myself to engage while rapidly wanting to disengage.
Respectfully conscious of another’s presence I crafted a mental door to escape the forming thoughts flowing forth as they sought to reach her awakening thought. Through a vehicle that has some of us still chained to the machine.
She continues and the more broken thought meets new thought, the more I poetically regurgitate the inner me forcibly holding her in. She’s the cynic I overcome each day. The one that knows the rivers and the valleys and the depths of salvation. She lives, but she rarely drives.
As I drift back to the woman beside me, I call forth the optimistic protagonist. There, yes, there… I rejoin the moment, present once again. She has once again sensed the freshness of the thought. It lacks roots. It’s filled with supplication and limited validation, but the seed has sprouted.
Yet, she still sees the world as the puppeteer and herself as the puppet. External hands directing her actions all the while absolving her of any accountability or responsibility. The moment of eclipse fighting to hold on. Awakening, but her eyelids refuse to open.
I am reminded, “all things are ready, if {when} the mind be so” (William Shakespeare).
She is still caged in an unlocked cell.
Never remembering she is the one with the key holistically capable of setting herself free.
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Day 141: The Lesson of The Offended Offender
I do not get offended.
Every interaction is an opportunity to affirm who you are.
When the world becomes your classroom, everyone becomes both teacher and student.
Thus, you are either affirming the truth you speak or revealing the fallacy you hide.
Both are valuable.
Both teach a lesson to the pupil free of unwarranted expectations.
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Day 140: The Anti-Social Socialite
I have determined I am socially anti-social. I like most people. And, quietly diagnose the rest. Instantaneously inspecting and segmenting out the best. Experience has taught me the importance of caution with preliminary tests.
When around my circle I genuinely enjoy the familiarity of completed jokes. The knowing looks across wood stained tables. I connect.
Yet, in solace, I am free. Here the jokes are funnier somehow. Here somewhere the looks are deeper. I am one.
Yep, a little more anti than social.
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Day 139: The Inside
The only way to lead thyself is to know thyself.
It takes the willingness to know the good, the bad, and the indifferent.
To deduce the composition of the whole, one must undertake the calculations and evaluations of the individual parts’ summation.
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When I realized the value rooted in my words, I stopped selling them to the highest bidder with the coolest tricks.
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Day 138: Reserves
I have friends who are atheist. I have friends who agnostic. I have friends who are Christians and friends who ascribe to another religion or no religion at all. Their belief in a deity or lack of belief is not a prerequisite for our friendship to flourish. Primarily, because I understand the experience principle.
Reality forms from one’s experience. The attribution exists in a collective oration. I’ve discussed this before. The idea nothing is truly real until you experience its’ realness first-hand.
Yet, I know empirically that my God is real and when sought the deity shows forth as Emmanuel.
You cannot see what you cannot believe. You will not believe what you refuse to see. The principle of a harden heart.
If you take the cap off your beliefs, God will take the cap off your sight. The principle of the promise.
As always the choice is yours, but the response is not.
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