I have always harbored a fascination for American politics, an interest which borders on passion. As a child I was fixated on the accomplishments of the Presidential administrations, by the time that I was 7 years old I was able to name all of the Presidents in their order of succession, the biggest accomplishment duringContinue reading “How similar are American politics and professional wrestling?”
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The Staring Match
There has been a host of consistent interactions throughout my time on this planet. As of late it would seem that the eternal staring match that has ensued between me and the contemporary form “papyrus” has been something that I have been unable to dispense myself of. Whether it has been in the form ofContinue reading “The Staring Match”
Downstream
I sat here. Content. Content I say… Eyes closed. As my lungs were inhaling and exhaling with deliberation. And I hurled… With the force of frustration; those burdens that would drain me of my empowerment, into the tempest of the stream never to be seen again. And… I rejoiced in its defeat.
The footprints always lead forward, if you care to listen
Silence brings clarity if you search hard enough
So I found myself … Now what?
This picture sums up the week I spent on the Big Island. Awe inspiring; breathtaking, invigorating and reflective are some of the adjectives that come to mind. In retrospect, I was lost but was able to find myself here, but up to this point I was shamefully oblivious to the fact that I’ve been wastingContinue reading “So I found myself … Now what?”
Enlisting Father Time as my companion.
It wasn’t unlike the opening minutes of a 12 round fight; circling my antagonist with my guard up probing for any weaknesses that I could exploit to my advantage, but I quickly found there were none at my disposal. Unfortunately for me this foe is unlike any that I have encountered, my jabs will notContinue reading “Enlisting Father Time as my companion.”
My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT”
When I was a child and words failed me, I would refer to a nebulous idea or object as “It”, which would always prompt my Mother to say, “What is an it?” She went on to tell me that an “It” is an inanimate object or something without a shape or form – she encouragedContinue reading “My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT””
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