They're out there, the immortals. They go to work, buy groceries, teach children. They cry, they scream, they fight, they mess up. But still, they are immortal. At least, that's my take on it. No, this isn't about ghosts. No, it isn't some weird, otherworldly phenomenon. This is going to be a shorter, guided reflection… Continue reading The Immortals
WOAH! Controversial topic over here! But it's not what it sounds like so stick with me. You won't ever be happy enough. Not if you're looking to be happy enough. Or happy in general. It doesn't quite work that way. The latest kick is to embrace yourself, love yourself, and find inner happiness. Advertisements and… Continue reading You Won’t Ever Be Happy (Enough)
Mornings are beautiful. Mornings are gorgeous. Mornings are divine. Not enough people think so though. It's part of our society to bash mornings because those initial moments aren't comfortable. It's hard to wake up. It's hard to see the beauty of the morning. When your head is hunched over your coffee, when you're squinting in the sun on… Continue reading Appreciate Your Mornings
Whoops, sorry to break it you but I don't drink. And I'm not an alcoholic. And it's not because my father was. I just don't drink. At least not very often. What? Why? How?! You'd think I'd just admitted to a murder by the kinds of reactions I get when I simply say "I don't drink".… Continue reading No, I Don’t Drink
These happy little plants, watered and fed, sitting in the warm sun are just that....happy. They've got everything they need. Their roots are stabilizing them as they reach their arms to the sky. Or just as they grow and multiply. It's simple for them, isn't it? Sucking water up their stems, turning sunlight into energy, it's easy… Continue reading Be Good To Yourself
This rambles. It runs. But... Why do I fight? Not in the physical sense, not in the form of violence or screaming, I mean. I'm not talking about getting riled up, taking it out on someone else. I'm talking bigger than that. Why do I fight the world? Press against the foggy window of stigma and… Continue reading Why Do I Fight?