//I'm considering this my fresh start//
As entertaining as my boxing side-project is, I need something that requries just a little more depth...
And so it begins.
I feel like sometimes the wrong things must be experienced to catch the slightest glimpse of what is right; you plunge through the darkness deaf, dumb, and blind with only a fading hope you see the sight of light. The true curse of any leader—the desire to experience the other end of the spectrum—the dark places you will have to guide them out of.
And what is “right?” I’m not sure I quite grasp the meaning of the word. Does it mean guilt—as if the said act of wrong-doing must inwardly instill a sense of self-damnation—a deep-seeded fear of Divine retribution.
Not to say I don’t feel guilty. Quite the opposite—I bottle it inside and internalize the hope of undeserved forgiveness—the very name of Mercy.
And not to get all religious on you; I just think there are far too many questions in this little world of ours to all be answered by science or even logical reasoning; sometimes the impossible really is the answer. Just try and rationally explain the concept of infinity.
Nothing is exciting anymore—every sensation feels like a fleeting feeling of instant amnesia; forgotten forgetfulness is quite the paradox. The innocence of childhood has vanished from consciousness completely—no remnant or reminder of some revelation to revel in.
And why even search for an answer when there are so many different questions; why so much evil in a world so beautiful; why so much pain in a world so capable of love—more failures than miracles; more disappointments than victories.
Maybe we could all focus our attention on one question and answer it entirely—eloquently; beautifully. Why are we here? My generation and I refuse to believe we are just another cog in the machine of monotony: we exist to exhale; to breathe in the freshness and mystery of a world beyond our comprehension—there is so much I do not understand…
And beyond the metaphysical there are relationships and connections and bonds of inexplicable human emotion—uninhibited feelings of somehow universal understanding. Tears tear across cultural boundaries; laughter lights up the dark spaces within humanity.
Maybe the real answers reveal themselves as we experience one wrong answer after another. Maybe doing wrong things in moderation doesn’t make them right; maybe purposefully experiencing the darkness in this world isn’t enlightenment at all; maybe it inhibits us from our true selves—from greatness.
And so we hurt ourselves—blindly. Without control or boundaries we fail ourselves and war against the way we want to be. We wind up hoping for just a break from this torrential world…nothing more.
I cannot let the past bind me—it covers me in guilt. I cannot become too consumed in the future—it blinds me with anxiety; I can only live for now, for myself and the ones I love; and so I live well.
Love hard. Laugh often. Live well.
more thoughts will come...
As entertaining as my boxing side-project is, I need something that requries just a little more depth...
And so it begins.
I feel like sometimes the wrong things must be experienced to catch the slightest glimpse of what is right; you plunge through the darkness deaf, dumb, and blind with only a fading hope you see the sight of light. The true curse of any leader—the desire to experience the other end of the spectrum—the dark places you will have to guide them out of.
And what is “right?” I’m not sure I quite grasp the meaning of the word. Does it mean guilt—as if the said act of wrong-doing must inwardly instill a sense of self-damnation—a deep-seeded fear of Divine retribution.
Not to say I don’t feel guilty. Quite the opposite—I bottle it inside and internalize the hope of undeserved forgiveness—the very name of Mercy.
And not to get all religious on you; I just think there are far too many questions in this little world of ours to all be answered by science or even logical reasoning; sometimes the impossible really is the answer. Just try and rationally explain the concept of infinity.
Nothing is exciting anymore—every sensation feels like a fleeting feeling of instant amnesia; forgotten forgetfulness is quite the paradox. The innocence of childhood has vanished from consciousness completely—no remnant or reminder of some revelation to revel in.
And why even search for an answer when there are so many different questions; why so much evil in a world so beautiful; why so much pain in a world so capable of love—more failures than miracles; more disappointments than victories.
Maybe we could all focus our attention on one question and answer it entirely—eloquently; beautifully. Why are we here? My generation and I refuse to believe we are just another cog in the machine of monotony: we exist to exhale; to breathe in the freshness and mystery of a world beyond our comprehension—there is so much I do not understand…
And beyond the metaphysical there are relationships and connections and bonds of inexplicable human emotion—uninhibited feelings of somehow universal understanding. Tears tear across cultural boundaries; laughter lights up the dark spaces within humanity.
Maybe the real answers reveal themselves as we experience one wrong answer after another. Maybe doing wrong things in moderation doesn’t make them right; maybe purposefully experiencing the darkness in this world isn’t enlightenment at all; maybe it inhibits us from our true selves—from greatness.
And so we hurt ourselves—blindly. Without control or boundaries we fail ourselves and war against the way we want to be. We wind up hoping for just a break from this torrential world…nothing more.
I cannot let the past bind me—it covers me in guilt. I cannot become too consumed in the future—it blinds me with anxiety; I can only live for now, for myself and the ones I love; and so I live well.
Love hard. Laugh often. Live well.
more thoughts will come...
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