It’s 4am on Saturday and I’m not sure if I woke up because of a dream, or because the fire alarm was beeping. In any case, when I attempted to turn off the beeping, it started going crazy and beeping even more!
Try as I might, I couldn’t open or disable it, and this being the middle of the night, it sounded ridiculously loud. I wrapped it several times inside some blankets (which I happened to be sleeping on). That muffled it enough to not wake up my neighbors, but it still sounded annoying.
In the end, it turned off by itself, but I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I went ahead and made some coffee and wrote about it.
I’m focused on embodying myself these days–really feeling what it means to be me–so I’m not trying to use my intellect to be happy. Intrinsic motivation is the only thing that’s truly fulfilling. Life flows into open spaces.
I’m enjoying art, writing, and music. There’s nothing for me to solve anymore. I’ve gone through the tough stuff, and now all I want to do is appreciate everything.
I know that whatever has gone away can be replaced by something greater. This is what it means to be a (better) man. That’s what it means to be human.
Enjoying a nice (and windy) day at the park.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Spring!
My purpose is to embody myself and inhabit my world.
1. to give a concrete form to; express, personify, or exemplify in concrete form: to embody an idea in an allegorical painting.
2. to provide with a body; incarnate; make corporeal: to embody a spirit.
3. to collect into or include in a body; organize; incorporate.
4. to embrace or comprise.
1. to live or dwell in (a place), as people or animals: Small animals inhabited the woods.
2. to exist or be situated within; dwell in: Weird notions inhabit his mind.
As I finish up the last page of a journal, I like to think about the closing of one chapter in life, and the opening of another. A chapter of life can sometimes be a few months, or sometimes a few years. This journal started on April of 2015, and now it’s February of 2017.
The adventures I’ve chronicled in these pages represent one of the most heroic periods of my life. I’ve always wanted to have self-confidence and be proud of myself, and I was able to prove that (to myself) these past couple of years.
Of course, the best part now is finding a new journal.
For people who care about living an authentic life, a big and ever present question is, “How do I know I’m on the right track?” First, we have to assume that there’s a right track, otherwise why care about how we want to live? I believe there is a right track, but its shape and direction is between you and your Source.
Sometimes our track (or path, if you will) happens to coincide with what society wants, but that isn’t primary. The most important thing is that we remain true to our path. Maybe from a God’s eye view we can see how all of our different paths intertwine with each other, but from our human perspective, we can only focus on our own path in good faith.
My path is about being self-confident. Other people have their own paths to take. Let’s not get side-tracked by trying to walk someone’s else’s path.