Sometimes we are beat down so much by the travails of life that it seems intolerable at best. Are we being punished? Is it that we aren’t loved? Have we been forsaken? But… Maybe it is something else. Perhaps it is to reinforce a familiarity with the ground, the depths, that distance from our greatestContinue reading “Beatdown to Liftoff – An epiphany”
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Food for the soul – An epiphany
As for me consistent inconsistency should be heralded, applauded and embraced, it keeps me nimble. Human beings are fickle and the pedestals we place them on are often of shoddy quality as the materials that we use, are often comprised of our expectations. I use to despair of the travails of life, until I realizedContinue reading “Food for the soul – An epiphany”
The ultimate weapon
Weaponize that which becomes dull through misuse abuse misappropriation adulteration… Administrations stand to be impeached. As a mind unrefined is left victim to the hands of time.
Tasting humility…
Being broken down to our core elements is a necessity, if we are to realize the deeply held aspirations of being better than what we were. Our face must touch the ground in humility, so that we are compelled to look up in acknowledgement of where the reservoirs of resolve are stored. Copyright © 2015Continue reading “Tasting humility…”
Power in a whisper – An epiphany
“God doesn’t need to shout when whispering is enough” is an ongoing refrain that I’ve employed in some of my essays over the course of the past year or so. Why? I’m not entirely sure, but I am inclined to lean towards the simplest of explanations and attribute it to divine intervention, but that wouldContinue reading “Power in a whisper – An epiphany”
Who is keeping track?
The polysemy of life is overwhelming, but at the very least it is consistently, inconsistent. Our attempts at conquest… The concept that we can tame that which we don’t truly understand is haughtiness at its best. Time is an example. We wear watches, mount clocks and we even have it emblazoned on our smartphones. OstensiblyContinue reading “Who is keeping track?”
When it hits home
The pocket neighborhood on the Northwest side of Chicago where I grew up and forged bonds that I will have the rest of my life has defined me. Me and my counterparts affectionately refer to the neighborhood as the “Square” and it is where my heart and some of my greatest affinities lie. The peopleContinue reading “When it hits home”
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