Control Yourself

It’s that simple… but like signs this will mean something different to most who read this.

Self Awareness is the key.

Make it a practice to notice your feelings, and how they affect your thinking, and ultimately your actions; how you react and respond to situations and people.

Then, make it a priority to focus on your life and your day.

And, stop ranting about things and other people.

See that for what it is… a distraction from yourself and proper focus, and peace of mind.

Passing Through

I’m passing through.

I’m on my way.

I don’t get stuck

Throughout the day.

On a path, within the road. No avoiding getting old.

Certain things I need to do. Ensuring that my dreams come true.

Clearer now, the way to be. I’ve learned to learn the way to see…

Things and stuff, they come and go. See past those things and you will grow… the way you should.

Hooked

Sometimes it’s the bait.

Sometimes it’s the Hook.

Sometimes you have no choice,

But to turn the page of the Book.

Where you at with this?

Have you Evolved?

Or, are you that same kid from High School,

That thinks he has this Solved?

Where do you think you are going?

You gotta slow Down.

Forget what you’ve learned,

And just look Around.

And, then just keep looking,

And get outta your Head.

You’ll begin to see things differently,

Despite what you’ve Read.

Living the Dream

I cherish the time, in-between-things.

The space without, all the bull-shit life brings.

Just space to breath, and the time to unwind;

A Stepping-Back. A need to remind….. myself…. that things are ok. That I can handle the stuff that’s coming my way.

I just wish I had more time, away from Selling; non-alignment with others, pushing and defending what I believe in, and dealing with people.

If I’m being honest with myself, I believe my happy place is a day to day, where I’m not having to answer to others. Rather, I’m producing art, what I want, how I want, and when I want.

Perhaps it’s doable. That my work would be appreciated and bought, such that I’d be more than a starving artist.

It begs the question… is the starving artist happier, or equally tortured?

I suppose the logical path is to begin the dream on the side.

How many of us will never get there?