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“You know it’s funny, no matter how shitty a time we had during whatever experience, I look back on it when I’m reminded of it and it makes happy/sad all at once. It’s a crazy feeling. (came across the McDonald’s receipt #277 from our first night in this seminar, and the super 8 motel card after we got back from Cabo) – cleaning the house. I’d never change how it turned out, wouldn’t be possible to feel those feelings if I did. And I’m reminded of how grateful I am for every experience I’m able to be a part of while I’m alive. So many never got the chance. Thanks for being a part of my experience (and a part of my corny rant lol). I couldn’t ask for a better ex gf. Thanks for being so awesome!”

Well, that’s what I wrote….but never sent. She doesn’t take too kindly to corny. Or sweet. Or nice. Or anything less than ultra masculine. Clearly we weren’t compatible lol. If you met me on the street you’d think…. What a douchebag. Clearly arrogant, douchy, high on himself. And maybe even a little intimidating. But talk to me and you’d see that those are just fronts. Inside I’m just a soft marshmallow! I love being sweet, kind, cute. It’s when I’m in my element. I’ve always been the sweet kid every aunt loved. And somewhere along the way, that wasn’t good enough. The nice guy, as they say, never wins. The douchbag always wins! Or so our world has come to witness. And why is that? The nice guy always gives up his/her power, just hands it over to anyone willing to take it. The douch knows what he/she wants and just goes after it, trampling over anyone in the way. She’s a douchbag. And as such attracts that.

So why did she attract me? Well when we met I had reverted back to douchbag mode, running through girls, diff one every night. And I wasn’t even trying. Just pulled her in. Locked her down. And then I felt safe. So I let her see me. The child inside. And it drove her away. We always seem to want the thing in life that’s the worst for us. We always want what we can’t /shouldn’t have. Oh well. So be it.

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Have you ever asked yourself that question? Who do I admire? And then asked, well why do I admire them? A question we don’t really ever delve deep in to.

So I have been in a program called landmark for some time now, maybe a year and half the what I’ve gotten out of it throughout this period is absolutely priceless. Words almost can’t express. If there was a button I could put where you can tap and feel what I feel, you’d get what I mean. But since there isn’t, words are my only tool to express the miraculous.

So as you well know, I just experienced a breakup. My first word to mind as I right this is…. “I suffered a break up”, but why? Why is it that a circumstance in life, good or bad, needs to be explained in terms of the reaction or story I add to it? All that happened was a breakup. As cold as it sounds, everything else I add to it is a story that I have fabricated and now living into. Did emotion come up? Of course. Were they painful? Of course! Did I have to suffer though? Absolutely not!

Which bring be back admiration. Something I learned is that we live in a world where there is always “something wrong”. So looking at it from that point of view, my suffering comes the fact that her breaking up with me is “wrong”! Morality. And morality is subjective. To me it might be the “wrong move”, to her it’s the “right move”. She’s not suffering. The same thing happened, yet I am subjecting myself to suffering that really isn’t necessary. It’s a story I have laid on top of simple facts that give me something to live in to. At the end of the day, she was just doing what was in her best interest. And when the “suffering” is removed, it was in mine as well.

So where does admiration fit into all of this? Well, me losing her is me losing someone that admires me. Me looking elsewhere for admiration. Where does this stem from? Well, to start off with, the world of “something is wrong”. Which manifests itself in a few ways. I’m not good enough. I don’t belong here. I’m on my own. And this plays out in a set of ways. Everyone is different. Some might have 1 or all of those. But it always plays out in a similar fashion. Similar feelings. Similar actions. Me I have this thing that tells me, well “I just don’t get it”, numbing myself to it all. Or “I need to try harder”. Obviously I fucked it up and so next time I’ll just try harder. Or, well I didn’t deserve this person, they were too good for me. And so on and so forth.

In reality, what I’m seeking is admiration. Her admiration so I can feel good about myself. Others admiration in being in an amazing relationship, whether it’s actually working or not. It kinda feels like I’m hoeing myself out for a cheap reward and at the end of the day I never really get it. Looking at it from those eyes, I start to see where that plays out in every part of my life. The nice car, the house, the job, the clothes, the shoes, the beard…. Everywhere!! It’s all about the admiration of others!!

So this brings me back to, who do I admire. Or more specifically, what qualities make me admire a person. If they are well groomed, if they read, if they work out, if they are confident, if they get what they want in life, if they never need anyone there with them, self-sufficient. That’s a person to be admired, right?? So then let me ask you this. Who does that person admire?? Or who does that person NOT admire?

So if I get all these things, and I’ve gotten to the place where now I can be that person to be admired, why do I still feel the same? Where does this empty feeling come from? Why do I still have to need to want to be admired? Ultimately…. The only person who I don’t admire…. IS MYSELF!! So why don’t I?

Well…. Cause I spend my life trying to be admired by others where somewhere along the way I neglected admiring myself!! So what would me admiring me look like? Well, it look like me putting myself first for one. Me valuing myself and coming from a space of, does this work for me? Does this bring me joy? Does doing this bring me value and joy? Does me doing this or being this way make me someone that I would admire?

Something to think about. Something to ponder. Who would I look like, what would I be doing, how would I be acting if the only person I want to admire is myself? First I’d have to look at the qualities I admire in others and bringing them to my own life. Building those qualities and characteristics to a point where I am the one that I’m admiring. Asking myself…. What do I want? What would make me happy? Not, what do they want or what would make others happy!

I WANT TO BE THE ONE THAT I ADMIRE!!

If we were standing in your physical shoes, that would be our dominant quest: Entertaining Yourself, pleasing Yourself, connecting with Yourself, being Yourself, enjoying Yourself, loving Yourself. Some say, “Well, Abraham you teach selfishness.” And we say, yes we do, yes we do, yes we do, because unless you are selfish enough to reach for that connection, you don’t have anything to give anyone, anyway. And when you are selfish enough to make that connection—you have an enormous gift that you give everywhere you are.

— Abraham

There’s always a price to pay. Everything in this life will cost, nothing comes for free. I’ve had to give up a few things in order to get more. What I’ve had to give up was the safety and the comfort of security. But is that really a good bargain? That depends on who you ask, and when you ask. Ask me this months ago and I would have said that it was. As me a few years ago and I would have said, hhheeelllsssss no!! Ask me now and I’d say the same. What I gave up, security, was all an illusion. Cause it just goes to show that there is no such thing as security. Never. Nothing in this life can be a sure thing.

Before her I was seeing a beautiful, wild spirit. An artist. A partier. Someone who didn’t believe in working for the man. Owned her own business making custom jewelry. Lived in a chic apartment downtown. Truly a wild spirit. One that seemed untamable, yet her goal in life was to be married and have lots of children. Who could ask for more, right? But I wasn’t ready. Not for her at least. She seemed flaky. Someone they could not be locked down really. She wasn’t a sure bet. As happy as she made me. As horney as she made me. As fun as she was, there was nothing there to hold on to of substance for me. I made a lot of what she was doing or thinking wrong. She didn’t seem like she had her shit together. The moment I knew she was not a forever girl was the moment she said to me…. I fall out of love as quickly as I fall in love. And I was not gonna be the guy she fell out of love with. So while we were going out I had one girl add me to Instagram, gorgeous young blond girl. I saw her profile said she was going to work in Belize and I was planning a trip there. So I messaged her to see if we can be friends so I can have a friend when I was there. Innocent. We hit it off. We would chat every day for hours and hours. I couldn’t get enough of her. Made me smile from ear to ear every day. It was fresh, new, exciting. She really had her shit together. Wanted the forever thing. Has wanted it since she was 8. Marriage, long term, forever. Someone i could count on. A sure bet. Someone that was loyal, honest, successful. She was going places. She was the one I was looking for this whole time. So I bit. And yes technicly I was cheating entertaining this idea. I Remeber the first time we met I pretty much proposed to her. I have been anti-marriage and kids forever. She told me she wanted to get married but didn’t want kids. And I was in!! Later she changed her mind but that’s a whole other story. I must not digress. So the sure thing was here. So I bit hard. Only to find out a year after that we were breaking up and she was not in love with me. And this reason was cause of me. The things I did and didn’t do. So I tried so hard, fairytale hard, fought for the love. Got her back somehow. Only for her to fall out of love again. This time it had nothing to do with me. Her whole life was when she gets the man of her dreams then she will be happy. Well she got him. I was perfect, she said. Knocked it out of the park. But when she finally got the carrot on the stick, she wasn’t happy. Turns out marriage and kids was not what she was even looking for. Rude awakening. For the both of us!!

The moral of this story is that nothing is a for sure thing. And you have to give to get. What I had to give up was everything I had in mind as where my life would go. Give up sex. Oh yeah she’s a virgin. That might explain some. Give up the way I thought kids would be raised. Give up a lot of family stuff. Give up the things that made me light up, like rambling on about some stupid subject only I care about. She dislikes rambling. Dislikes anything airy fairy. There as a lot more but I don’t want to slander as we have agreed to remain friends and not defame each other. So I gave up. I gave up so much of myself that I started to feel dead inside. Depressed. I said to myself that on the second go I’d do everything I could so that if it ends I won’t say I didn’t try and give my 100%. I did stuff I didn’t want to do. Fake. And it was no way to live. In return for what? Someone to always be there. Someone to message in the morning when I wake up, before I go to sleep. Someone to tell me they love me constantly. Constantly reassured. She would always say… Oh I love you! And I’d say it right back. It was nice. Comfortable. Safe. Warm. But I had to give up a lot.

So now we are done I have had to give up some more. But this time it’s for something else. I have had to give up my hand being held in life. The comfort and safety of a harbour. No more messaging all the time. Someone else will be doing that. Our messages will be that of friends. No more “oh I love you”. No more BABE! In that cute way she would say it. No more safe harbour. But what do I get in return? So much more. For one I finally get to have sex again! It’s been a while lol. I don’t know how I held our for that long without cheating. But I would have done anything for her. I get to devote my time not to her, but to me. My time was spent driving back and forth 3 hours each way to where she lives. Spending hours in the phone listening to her complain, telling her she was right and that it’s all gonna be ok. I get to spend more time with my family. More time with my friends. I get to find myself and look deep inside, find that thing in me that keeps me held back. Like my fear of failure. My fear of being alone. My making everyone wrong. Figuring out why I have the need to argue my point till the other person lost interest and exited the conversation. I get to have the male energy back that I lost with her. She is prone to having male energy but loves being in the feminine energy. That would rarely happen when with me. When I’m with someone I care about I soften up for them. Open my heart, do it every time cause I think it’s safe. Something most men will not. At heart, men are full of emotions. But we hide it behind a hard shell. An exterior that’s all masculine. But it’s not real. Somewhere down the line we got hurt and turned into real douchebags. And forever since, we have been hiding behind the facade. With her I dropped it. With the ones I want to make part of me, I drop it. I’m able to check my ego hard. I’m present to both energies. Im labeled as an androgen. If you saw me you’d think…. Wow this guy must be a douchebag. But you meet me and I’m actually nice, charming, sincere, honest, and the list goes on and on. But to the ones I love I’m a sweetheart. I put all that aside and show my heart. She was just not ready for that. So she’s out chasing and being chased by douchbags like myself cause that’s her type. The only thing I can’t do is give her the experience of life that is to be had young. “the slut phase”. Now she’s a virgin so her slut phase will be tame to say the least. Dates. Dancing. Partying. Texting. Highschool stuff. But it will be healthy for her. She will get to see what life has to offer when your not looking at men as just the thing to marry so that your not scared of being alone. This will allow her to ease up in life. Realize that life isn’t so serious. So for that I’m happy. And I get to keep her in my life, but just in another capacity. We still get to hangout. Still message, but not as often. And for a short time, still fool around.

In the end I really come out of this as the winner. I get to keep the absolute best parts of her. While getting to be out in the world, meeting other woman. Exploring life again. Learning more about myself. Something I have been blind to for so long. Focusing on being the success that I have always wanted to be. Taking responsibility for all my actions. Learning to have more integrity. Being unleashed again on this world.

OK, rambling lol. Once again, the moral of this story is that you need to give to get. What I wanted from her I couldn’t get without accepting some things I didn’t want to. And now what I get, I have to give up some other good things. I have to give up something to get something else. But really I come out of this as the winner, even if it’s not about winning or losing. And for once I get to do the work to not being afraid of being alone. Not afraid of failing. Not make others wrong and push them away. Who the hell wants to be around someone who constantly tells them they’re wrong. I see it when I go back home. My parents have been married for almost 50 years and only till after my parents were married did my mother realize that she resents him huge for making her wrong all the time. They have a miserable relationship now. I don’t want to be that. And I know I resent her already. Cause of all the things I make her wrong for. This might sound bad, but when she had her health scare all I could think about was….. See I fucking told you this would happen if you keep putting garbage into your body! I don’t learn this the first go. And obv didn’t learn it the second go. She was just wrong. She was wrong for breaking it off, and now she was wrong about eating what makes her happy to eat.

Ask yourself, would you make a person wrong if you knew they weren’t gonna be in your life forever? The answer will probably be, NO. Now that comes from a place of not giving a fuck. But what looks like that too, is love! True love is a space where someone can fuck up and do whatever they want and learn and grow. Now in a relationship that’s going to last, you can’t just do whatever you want cause there’s a whole other person that will be affected by your actions. So although love is free, reality will always catch up and be a factor.

So for now, the only way to get the thing that looks like love, is to get the thing that isn’t. The thing where people just don’t give a fuck about you. It’s fun, it’s light, and no one will ever tell you what to do. And for someone that has a huge huge hhuuggeee issue with being told what to do, that’s gonna be just perfect!!

For me…. Well the journey begins again. On the hunt. But not for a woman to make me feel secure or safe or that I have succeeded. But the hunt for myself. The hunt for my freedom. To find the holy grail of self. Be in touch with my higher self. The one that has no fear. The one that is not affected by circumstances. That one that is perfectly ok with being alone in this world. The one that’s responsible for their own success or failure. The one that is calm and cool in the face of all adversity. Unshaken. Unafraid.

I shall leave you now with something Seneca said…

“The happy man is not he whom the crowd deems happy, namely, he into whose coffers mighty sums have flowed, but he who’s possessions are all in his soul, who is upright and exalted, who spurs inconsistency, who sees no man with whom he wishes to change places, who rates men only at their value as men, who takes nature for his teacher, conforming to her laws and living as she commands, whom no violence can deprive of his possessions, who turns evil into good, is unerring in his judgement, unshaken, unafraid, who may be moved by force but never moved to distraction, whom fortune when she hurls at him with all her might the deadliest missile in her armoury, may graze, though rarely, but never wound. For Fortune’s other missiles, with which she vanquishes mankind in general, rebound from such a one, like hail which rattles on the roof with no harm to the dweller therein, and then melts away. ”

Goodnight.

Updated from yesterday…

+ I get to have the best parts of her in the way that makes me happy and joyous without anything else I don’t like
+ so much more love for her and from her
+ I keep the best parts of the best friend while getting to have as much sex as I want with other woman
+ we can talk to each other in any way still, cute sayings, babe, whatever. Without making it some type of way it should be.
+ since it’s no longer my concern if she succeeds it fails, my input, other than for happy fun stuff is not needed. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest. A weight of responsibility.
+ before, if she fails we both fail since its a team. Now if she fails, she fails. And since this is her choosing, I can have a clean conscience about it without any blame towards myself cause I was the root cause.
+ how can ever be alone anymore if I have Laura and yet as female friends?
+ she is 100% good with me fucking as many people as I want and still seeing her. And for now, still busting a nut in her mouth too. At some point they will end but I would have had what every little boy dreams of for a short time. And then on to the next amazing thing every little boy wants.
+ made me realize, I am, have been, have done, what every little boy wants to be, do, have at some point in life.
(- firefighter, 6 figure salary, a job doing nothing but hanging out with the boys, banging many many hot woman, having amazing relationships full of live, best friends that will kill for you, fam that is always there for you, super cool cars, crazy partying tons of booze tons of drugs, own a super sick house, travel the world, work in a tropical paradise, be super crazy in love, get jacked, do porn freaky sht with girls, be the classic man, I’m sure the list goes on)
+ I don’t have to listen to the incessant complaints for hours on end and get to now listen to some new girl tell me things I’ve never heard before. Learn something new and exciting.
+ (this is gonna sound spiteful) at some point she will ultimately conclude that the image of love is not fixed. What used to make you feel in love is not fixed. It’s ever changing. And it changes with time, life experience, and the fact that our body is always renewing itself and what used to give us a certain high won’t be in years to come. Our taste changes. I used to love powered milk, now it’s just nostalgia. I still love Condensed milk but now I won’t love it fully cause I realize in the amount that I feel love from it, it’s bad for my body and the love I feel from its taste, isn’t enough to keep it around. What I value has changed with time, knowledge, experience.

+today I made some really amazing discoveries. I wrote the last blog this morning and update this one shortly after. I have come to realize that there are just some fundamentals that we fear. And those fears end up driving the bus, all we end up doing is going along for the ride. Focusing on what we don’t want will only bring us more of the same. Focusing on what we do and what will bring us there and doing the little things that will eventually bring us there is the key. What you resist in life will persist. That’s really all there is to say. Stop resisting being afraid. Some resisting failure. Stop resisting being alone. Do the work and then just get out of your own way and just chill the fuck out. The best things come to you when the work is done and your not forcing it. Energy flows where it feels secure and where it belongs. Be the place where that energy can be free to be safe, a space of love.

So I’ve recently discovered that I have a huge racket about making others wrong, about everything. Being right and making others wrong is just the thing I do. And I’ll fight tooth and nail to make them see that my way is the right way, regardless of how it will make them feel. Which leads to them checking out of the conversation. And eventually checking out of the relationship. They just have to see it my way. And when they fight back it’s cause they just don’t get it so I try even harder to make them understand or see my way. So I talk and talk and talk till they get it. But usually they have already checked out. Last time this girl broke up with me I made it wrong. So I tried and tried and tried to make her see that it was the wrong decision. That I am the one that is right for her. Don’t yet me wrong, I think I’m pretty amazing. But always being the guy that makes you see that your wrong about every decision you make will negate everything good about me. I could be the most perfect man for any woman, but always telling her what to do and how she is wrong about what she thinks is the right thing to do will end any love that could be there. So I get her back, proving that I was right. And in the end it ended again because I was not right. She was not wrong. We are just not meant to be in a relationship. As friends maybe. But that doesn’t stop there. Even my friends I do this. Now combine that I need to be right with if I’m wrong I beat myself up over being wrong, failing, and that makes for one helluva combination.

I don’t care if someone around me is “wrong”, it doesn’t bother me. They are wrong and I make them wrong and then I “exit” by telling them they are right and leave it at that. Why bother, I say. But with one’s that are close to me, I need them to succeed, I can’t have them fail cause failing is wrong. So I do my best to get them to where I think they need to be so they don’t fail. I can’t even have failure around me. If my team fails then I fail cause I have failed them. I’m so deathly afraid of failure. I also have very real fear of being alone. But writing this now is making me rethink this. Cause I don’t fear being by myself. I love the peace of mind of it. But only under certain circumstances! If I have a gf then Im good. Why? Even if I don’t see her in a week or whatever. So makes me think. Is it really fear of being alone? Or is it more like fear of failing again? If I am alone then I have failed. I’m a loser. That’s why I go for the hot girls. They can be the best fit for me but I’d they aren’t hot then I have failed, only losers date ugly girl. Dating a hot girl is an indication of my success. Dating a hot successful girl is even more of an indication that I have succeeded. This last one was hot and successful (or bound to be). So I have made it. But when I made it and that fear subsidided, then I was back at the empty place again. Cause it wasn’t really her that I wanted. The things I want in a partner, she didn’t have them. Well not true, she had some for sure. But the key things weren’t there. I love having super deep meaningful conversation, mind blowing one’s. And all there was was complaints. Every call was about her complaining about something. Our talks didn’t light me up. Didn’t bring me true joy. She doesn’t like adventure. Doesn’t like scary thing. Didn’t like new experiences. Just wanted to get to something and stay there. And me I just want to explore. Get somewhere and then go do the next thing. Her goal was always the end in mind. Her whole life has been about getting married. Didn’t enjoy the journey. This last breakup I think is because she has come to the place where she is realizing that. And that why she needs to go explore. Date for the sake of dating. Not to get anywhere. Not to find a husband. But just to enjoy the company if different people. I have done that in life. As far as dating is concerned. So now I want to explore other things with that person. I think that’s the most basic, the starting point of exploration. People. Once that is done then we can go in to explore other things in life. Usually we do this in highschool, maybe even earlier. Then college. More exploring of people. Then after that we start exploring life. So how on earth can she ever begin the journey of exploring life when she was never even explored people. Not to say she has never dated, she has, lots, but it was always on the basis of finding a good candidate to be a husband. For the end in mind. If you fit the bill of being there forever, then your good. Always to somewhere. Never for the sake of just being here and enjoying that person for who they are. And this is her time. Late in life but I’m glad she is making that realization now instead of when she is 40 and dying inside. Ends the relationship just to go explore, something she should have done when she was in her teens or 20’s.

As far as I am concerned, I need to deal with my own now. I can’t change enough to show her that I am the one cause right now it has nothing to do with me. Nothing. There is no way for her to explore life in terms of other people when those other people are guys. That would not be fair to me. She is such a stand for me that she even said that. She can, but how fair would they be if we are dating and she is seeing other guys? My value will be greatly reduced. This really is the moment where, if you love something let it go. I have a real deep belief that what needs to happen will happen. And it’s always in our best interest, even if we can’t see it. This might seem harsh right now but I needs to happen. She needs this or she will be stuck in the same place forever. And I need this or else I will never learn to chill the fuck out! People will be people. They need to fuck up. They need to explore. They need to be themselves and figure stuff out on their own. They need space. And they need you to be that space sometimes so they they can maneuver and figure it out whitin that space of love. It comes from love. Nothing will kill love faster or harder then always needing to be right. Or making them wrong.

My realizations for the day are this…. I have a fear of failing. I have a fear of being alone. And I love in a pool of “something is wrong here”. Quite a dizzying combination. So what’s the solution? Well, nothing!! There’s nothing wrong with any of this. There’s nothing wrong with being alone, it’s the human condition. We are hard wired to find mates, partners, friends. We have evolved over so many years to be with others. To bond. That’s all. Also, fear of failure ultimately stems from “something is wrong here” cause failing is wrong. We have been told time and time again that we need to succeed. For years and years programmed that if we don’t get to a certain place in life then we have failed. And since then we been telling ourselves that if we don’t get to there from here then we have failed. But where is there exactly? What’s life all about? Succeeding or just enjoying the moments we have? To love. To be in love. To be this space where anything is possible and everything is ok. To realize that the carrot we chase will never ever be caught. The point is the chase. It’s not about eating. It’s about learning how to hunt. It’s all about the thrill of the chase, and never in the what we catch. Being proficient in the hunt, enjoying the hunt, only brings tastier and tastier meals. And that’s really it. We are born alone and we die alone is all we ever hear. But the truth of it is that we are never ever alone. We just can’t seem to get out of our own damn way to see this!

And for all the men reading this ( not to leave you out ladies), fear of failure and needing success is just who a man is. We don’t even have the option, we just have to perform (for our masculinity). But rest assured that if you take responsibility, then you can have success. It’s really as simple as that!!

As the day progressed, the clouds formed, the sky’s darkened, the fog descended, and the gloom was overwhelming. By the time the day ended and turned to night, the air was so waterlogged that dew formed rain drops in mid-air and dropped out like tears from a giant eye, seemingly out no where. By the time dawn broke rain, was upon us in all its glory and sadness as if the heavens were weeping in sorrow of what just transpired.

And what just happened was the finalization it the final chapter of a book 2 year in the making. It’s been one helluva book, that’s for sure. Moments of glory, of pain, or sorry, or happiness, of hope, of a bright future and of death. It’s had it all. As they say, we laughed and we cried. And then in the end, it ended the same way it began. But with that said, we both walked away with bags of knowledge and experience. And experience being the most valuable “thing” anyone could ever hope for, something sometimes money can’t even buy. Simply priceless.

I arrived at her building to the soundtrack of Push me to the edge by lol uzi. How befitting….. “Your the worst, your the worst….” Lol. No plans to go up but she’s not ready so I did. Felt a bit awkward, reminiscent of the last breakup. By the way, something that seemed so foreign now. I Remeber trying to Remeber the sorrow I felt then and I couldn’t. I wondered what that feeling felt like and how I was a mess, a puddle of emotions, and yet now things are good I couldn’t even recall what that felt like. Well, some have come flooding back. It’s kinda hard not to allow them in. But what they is, “what resists persists” so holding them back will on keep them coming. So I have to embrace and do the incremental work to get back to where I want to be. Alive!!

So we chat, she gets ready, we go for coffee. Hit 2 diff coffee houses. Nice places, and we talk. The second place has an art gallery in the back so it was cool sitting on a bench in the gallery drinking a London fog while she sips in some prosecco in a champagne flute while people walk around us and we’re talking about the end of a relationship. Very different. We go for all you eat sushi. Lots and lots of talking. Get back to her place. Have our weekly landmark group call. Then sit down to create the next chapter. Last time I thought I fkd up, I shorted her big time and was the worst. So I needed to try hard to get her back so I can prove to myself that I can do better. Well I did that. She came back. I pulled out all the stops. There was nothing more I could do without devaluing myself to a level I couldn’t live with. I know in my heart there was nothing more I could do without actually changing myself. And it still ended so I can walk about clean. The crazy part is that even tho she wanted all that, that’s not what was needed. What was missing for her were the things I couldn’t change. My fundamental self. They way I am. The things that make me me and give me joy. For example, she wants the super masculine quite guy who will just listen to her when she needs to talk. I can’t be that, I fkn love to talk!!it brings me so much joy in life to blabber on and be heard. When my words can make a difference in someone’s life. That makes me so happy. It actually energizes me and gets me wired where I can’t even sleep! Also, someone that will make her laugh all day every day. Granted I can be funny but I’m not that guy who’s always cracking jokes. I like being silly and goofy sometimes and I do love jokes, but I can’t keep it turned on all day. Some can, it’s who they can be, and I can’t be that. Our humour is not the same. She loves family guy and I think it’s dumb. We do laugh about the same things a lot of the time but not all the time. I don’t like being serious all the time but I do like being effective. I’m not that guy and honestly don’t really wanna be. She said it like 100 times that she might be being immature and making the biggest mistake of her life, but she has to go out and see what she can attract. And she’s not ready for long term. She hasn’t had enough fun yet and if she settles down now then her wants will be wandering and that will always lead to no good. She still thinks in such a way that can only come from the kind of someone still in their early 20’s. I know I was there and I can relate for sure! So I can relate and I totally understand and know that since I did everything I could possibly do without changing my core self…. Then that’s it.. We both agreed it really wasn’t me and really was her. In every way lol. And that left me settled.

So we created. We formulated a way of being that we are going to take on that will allow this transition to work. Neither of us want to end it but in light of her thoughts and her feelings, there can’t be a way we can continue with the status quo. After much discussion we come to a conclusion that we were both in it for the wrong reasons. And if we’re being honest about it, I didn’t want to admit it or face it but after we got back together for the second time, shortly after I started feeling more and more dead inside. I thought to myself at one point….. Is this how I’m going to be feeling for the rest of our lives?! I could find no joy in anything. At times so depressed! Nothing that made me happy before made me happy then. It wasn’t good. BUT…. it was safe, it was secure. But is that a good enough reason to stay in a relationship? Not likely. The crazy thing is when we are not committed to each other in a serious relationship, we are such better people! We have so much fun together, we laugh at everything, the physical is on fire!! And as soon as we’re back in it, it’s like death! So it really is for the best. There’s nothing worse than being in a relationship with someone that makes you feel dead inside. This is wwwaaayyyyy better!! So for a short time now we will carry on in the new method of being with each other. We will see other people. We will for a short time continue to be physical, for better or worse. And will phase it out. There’s no restrictions in place and if something changes for someone in terms of feeling and whatnot then we reassess and go from there. We might have to cut it off sooner than expected but who knows. At some point one if us will want to exit to persue something serious, but for now, here we are.

So I left her city on a night that was gloomier than any other I have experienced while with her there. Felt heavy. Sad. But the rains always make way for the a fresh new beginning. So here we are. Scared. Excited. Unsure of my footing. But brave enough to know that there’s something great ahead! In whatever shape or form it’s in. For now, no dwelling on what’s Not so (what I don’t want or don’t have) and start focusing on what is (what I want to manifest). For now, I’m sad and yet settled. It’s a good day to be alive.

So you gave me something, you knew full well was bad for me, just because you couldn’t stand to see my heart breaking any more. I don’t even know what to say. Shivers, goosebumps, smile from ear to ear. That’s love. That’s really real true love right there. The only kinda love that can come from source, from God, from Self. The one that doesn’t ask for anything in return. Gives and gives freely. Gives without reservation, without justification. Just because it’s love that is what’s needed in that moment. The purest distillation of the essence of life.

Now I’m going to qualify…. By God I always mean God, universe, spirit, source, self….. You catch my drift. We have many names, use the one that revs your crank.

So your probably wondering what the fuck I’m talking about. Sounds like the ramblings of someone blowing cocaine all night. Some insightful shit right?! Well it is. But there was no cocaine involved here. Not even booze. Clean and sober and just fuckin high on life.

So we break up. I break apart. Just fly apart at the seems. Distraught and nothing in the world could help. I ask God… Correction, I make a deal with the ol man and I ask him that if he brings her back in my life I promise to do something. No answer. It gets worse and worse till I’m a mess. A fkn puddle on the floor. My heart was shattering, it was fundamentally changing who I was. So even though God knows full well there is nothing more to do other than to let me wallow in my misery, doesn’t let it happen. Gives me the very thing I need the least at the moment I need it the most. It was the only thing that could sooth me. I can only equate it to a child crying, begging his father to unground him so he can go see his crazy gf cause she’s leaving and if he doesn’t then she will leave him forever. As the father or older brother maybe is better, you know…. That’s fucked!! This girl is a head case and the LAST thing he needs in life right now is to go see the crazy bitch. What he really needs to do is let that shit go. But he begs and begs till he’s a mess. He’s not eating he’s not sleeping, it’s fucking up his life so hard. What do you do?

Well my heart would shatter in that moment and I’d know that I’d have to give in for the best of this child. Yeah they will be hurt by this chickenhead but what else is there to do? It’s not worth protecting someone from some pain when the act of protection will cause way more detrimental pain! That’s counter productive. You know what’s gonna happen. But love allows you to be a stand for that child. A space, a clearing for them to discover life in all its glory and all its misery. On their own without your interference. When they have been crushed by this monster (aka girl), they can come back and you can hug them and take care of them and they can grow up and wake up, realize, and thank you for being such an awesome father or brother. That’s love! Well one of the ways it manifests. Allowing a bad thing to happen to avoid an even worse thing from happening. Nothing wrong with the circumstance, something you can’t change, but how you feel about them is what you can change.

I have to admit, the last paragraph dropped off. I’m trying to express how I feel while Chuck Norris is kicking ass and saving baby girls from bombs on tv, so I’m kinda distracted now. I’m at my parents place in London, just came from a wedding that was life altering. How? I have been away from my fam for so long that coming back to everyone there, everyone happy to see me, how and who I was around them…. I loved that guy!! It felt like coming back home. In that moment when I walked into that huge hall full of our huge fam I was ON boy I was OOONNN!!! The lost prodigal son returned. I felt so good talking my native language. All the mannerisms and little tiny ways of saying things, that just lights my soul!! I sat down and listened to speeches and I was tearing up. Why? Not cuz my relationship is over. But cause I have wasted all this time in life playing in the kiddy pool messing with girls that have no culture, no class, bar stars even the best of them. Just a lowr class of being. Fuck this last one tells me, your the perfect man perfect in every way, your the man I’d wanna marry and have kids with and I love you to bits and my fam loves you and everyone single person around me even my parents and sisters and friends and blah blah blah are telling me I’m crazy….. But…. I realized I don’t wanna get married (after telling you I want to since day one) and I just need to be perused by other men, that’s what’s gonna make me happy and fulfilled right now. Are you fkn kidding me? Who the fk says that? Needless to say I’ve avoided the fam cause I loved dating these girls they will never accept my culture, background, fam values, and really…. Will never really be accepted by this monster fam as “one of us”. Now don’t get me wrong, no one will say anything and she will be treated amazing. But she just won’t ever be one of us. Won’t really fully grasp this life. Oh if ya didn’t know, by background is Mediterranean. I was born on a beauty of a beach in front of my grandma’s farm over looking the nicest part of the Mediterranean.

But really, the biggest thing is…. WHY THE FUCK would I ever wanna give a second (third) chance to a girl who tells me “I’m just not in love with you any more” days after thanking me for trying so hard to get us back together saying she’s the happiest she’s ever been, telling me the kinda ring she wants, telling her sister she’s ready to get married now, and the list goes on and on. Then a health scare happens, she does some death meditation, and next thing you know it’s 180 degrees. Needless to say, WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?!? Do I devalue myself that much? I’m willing to be suppressed just to have her? Be a person I don’t even like. Why the fuck would she ever like me if I don’t like me? But without her, I fucking love me!! Like an unhealthy amount. So catch 22 situation. With her I don’t even like who I am, don’t like life, don’t like paradise. It’s fucked. Ok now I’m really rambling.

Ok so one last thing. Back to the God thing. So we break up at like 4pm, by 5 I’m on the phone with Laura, Carla, and then Laura again. Good space of mind. Get great insight. Then out of the blue one of my bestest friends Jay calls me. I haven’t seen him in 6 months. “homie what are you up to”, I’m like “G come over”. 5min later he’s at my place. We talk till like 330am. Such insight. I was blown away. Best feeling. At the same time, this one random girl I wanted to hit for so long (and regretted not hitting it before during our break up) msgs and calls me wants to see me that night, do drinks and a night out. I don’t answer but I msg her and we gonna make some plans. Like wtf. How? No one even knows on social media we broke up. I haven’t even told anyone, everyone I told is out of town! I pull into the Timmie’s on the way to London, cute girl in the drive through literally blushed and was giddy handing me my drink. Granted I did flash her a million dollar smile. Today we do this wedding. This other girl I’ve wanted to get with for years and never really took the bait DM’s me, straight up, “you still dating that girl? ” I Reply with a simple “nope lol, wanna go out?” she reply’s with a “yes”. Done. A couple 😘 exchanged and I tell her I’ll msg her tomorrow to make plans. Like wtf!! God. The universe. Self. Giving not what I need but what I want. The hunger of a man that doesn’t even give a fuck is so fucking powerful that the universe itself is compelled, even eager to acknowledge!! Let that one rattle around in your head.

What do I say? I’m not really sure anymore. I’ve said a lot. Around 4pm she called and told me she wants to break up with me. Again. We talked and got to why she wants to. This time it’s not with me and that’s for sure. I’m the perfect man and make the perfect husband and father, but that’s not what she realised she wants. Not to be in a relationship, not to be a wife. Not to be committed. There’s reason that I won’t go in to, but that’s really the bottom line. She loves me but is not in love with me, and was back in it for the wrong reasons. Ok, understood. She hadn’t seen much of life and has no idea how to compare what’s good. When you’ve had the best in life you never really know. The laws of supply and demand. I ou can’t truly know the value of a diamond when you have bags of them sitting in the corner of the room. I’ve given her the world and everything in it. I’d launch a thousand ships for her, but the value of it can be understood but never really felt. Never to have an impact the way it should when you think anyone would.

So we talked and that got me to a place where I could understand it. But I was not good with it. I am hurt and that’s a fact. So I reached out to some friends who were there when I need them, bless them for that. Then out of the blue my long time friend Jay came by. Haven’t seen him in forever and just like that he messages at the perfect time. So he comes by and we talk for hours on end. It’s 330am and he finally had to go home but it made me realize so much. I couldn’t have made it to this point so fast if not for that. I wrote stuff down but the impact of this was priceless. And what I realized is a miracle. I realized that LOVE to talk!! Like a lot!! And not just talk but actually be heard and appreciated, have my words appreciated for what they are. Insightful and meaningful. Words that get the brain flowing, stuff that makes one think and ponder. Analyze life and what I’m saying. I realize that that’s something I need and can’t be without in a relationship or a friendship. And that’s something i could never get with Christie in this relationship. That was a negative. My ramblings were something to be stifled cause they were not useful. So I made myself wrong about it. Like it was something I needed to change about myself. Something that needed to be gone in order to have better speech. But in reality, it’s who I am. And that’s not wrong!

We live in a world where everything is wrong. We make everything wrong. Everything. We live life from that space and are constantly thinking we need to change it become better than who we actually are, never to accept ourselves for who we really are, the miracle of life that we really are and all we have to bring to the table. Why on earth would I want to spend my life with someone who cannot see and appreciate that? How crazy shitty of a life would that be to never really be fully appreciated for who you are but more for who you can be to someone else? Being something for someone comes in 2 forms. The crutch and the stand. Something I also learned tonight. Although they may overlap in many aspects, they as re worlds apart. A crutch is used as a stand but a crutch is not stable. Can be tossed around, thrown down, used and gotten rid of, and if you let go of a crutch it just falls down. A crutch needs you as much as you need the crutch. A stand on the other hand is solid. It’s always there. You can use it to prop yourself up when needed but it doesn’t need you to stay strong. Doesn’t need you to be there. A stand will always be there, strong, upright whether your there or not. You leave and come and the stand is still standing there strong and regal. Being a stand for someone is good, healthy, for both. Being a crutch is unhealthy for both parties. No one does any good with a crutch. The crutch gets used and discarded when not needed. And when used long enough your limbs wither away till you can no longer stand without it. In a sense, something that appears to be good for rehabilitation in the short term turns into something toxic in the long term. Only to be used again when needed. A very powerful lesson I learned today.

I also learned about being spoiled. Perspective I had not had for a while. When you have lots of something or have always had something so good you’ll never really know how good you have it. And you’ll never know how bad it is without it when all that’s out there is garbage. Always having new cars will never allow one to really know how good a car you have unless you’ve driven a beater to see how great things are in the new car, no matter how much the service costs. It’s the old, you never know how good you have something till its gone. And that’s what I’ve been doing this whole time. I’ve given her the world and she was willing to throw it away to see what’s out there in the world. And how can I make her wrong for that? I got to experience that, and she hasn’t. Now I don’t agree with it. But going back in time, that was me at some point. Although I understood doing something wasn’t good for me I still did it to see what it was like. And only after doing so much stupid shit did I want to not do those things anymore. I would have never wanted to be good if I had never been bad. I’ve always said that guys that lock down early in life end up cheating, they have never gotten their fill of the emptiness of the crap that’s out there to know how good it is to have the love of one good woman. I left a girl I had been seeing for her cause I was there and was at the point where I realized this. The girl I was with was too wild. Something fun for the short term but not for anything meaningful. This one was better cause she was willing to lock down and all her love to one good man. This ended last time, cause I thought it was me. It was me who didn’t give her all this. So I said if I ever get the chance to I’d do it right this time. And I did. She says I’m the perfect person to be in a relationship with. The perfect husband. I could have done nothing better and nothing different. But that’s not what she realizes she wants. So that’s it. I left the one that I thought was fleeting for a sure bet only to realize that there is no such thing as a sure bet in life. EVER!! And just when you think you know the rules of life, life goes and changes the game. It’s never about the destination and always about the journey. Always. She is a great person. But just not the great person that is for me. Not the one that will let me ramble on and on and actually appreciate what I’m rambling about. That will never be a thing. This leads me to conclude that she was in fact my crutch. I have this wild dream of retirement at 40 and she was my safety net. Even if I don’t make it on my own, I’ll make it because of her.

And that leads me to the big realization. That my biggest fear in life is the fear of being alone. Even more than being broke. Cause even if I’m broke and with someone I’m good. I can be scared but if I’m with someone I’m good. Always filling my time with stuff to do and people to talk to cause I just don’t wanna be alone. Some fear death, I fear being alone. And it’s something I need to come to grips with. It’s my demon. It’s like being lone is wrong and something that needs to be fixed. That’s a whole other thing though cause I tend to make a lot of things and people wrong. She is wrong for breaking up with me. When in reality she just did what she thought was right. Right or wrong it’s what happened. The story I make up is what’s wrong. I am not whole and complete if I’m not with someone. Something must be wrong with me if I’m alone. And I make that wrong too lol. I have not put in the work that it takes to get over that. I have not had my moment of shedding that baggage.

I’m grateful though, I really am. Even in my hurt I’m still grateful. God is self and self is love. Only the brain and its patterns make us do the crazy things we do. Why love a person unconditionally when they will not give you the same love back? Cause self doesn’t require anything. It has everything. It gives love freely without asking for anything in return. It doesn’t require thanks. Or anything. Nothing. Only the brain, the ego, all the machinery. That’s what needs it. Needs something in return. When the act of giving love is all self needs. Nothing given back. Love is always a stand for someone. The only thing is, will someone be occupying that stand when you need it?

We’re a stubborn species. We are who we are because we always need to find another way. We want to find out for ourselves and no one can tell us anything about how it is. I genuinely believe now that we are destined to waste time. The whole, oh had I known this I wouldn’t have wasted so much time. That not even a thing. That time MUST BE WASTED!! Life will never turn out if we don’t. We would not be here on this earth if we didn’t. We push the limits constantly, we test the boundaries. It’s human nature. It’s the human condition. I mean where would we be without it?! I dunno. Not here.

Yeah I dunno what to say right?! Lol. I have a lot to say. And I do this out loud. I think out loud. As good as she is a person it really was the right relationship for the wrong reasons. And I felt it too I just didn’t act on it. Why? I’d rather be in the wrong relationship as long as it’s a sure thing than go out and find the right thing. At some point I got scared. At some point I realized that maybe I can’t have everything I want. That chasing a fairytale is for Disney. The unicorn doesn’t exist. Oh and neither does Santa Claus. And it’s a sad reality to come to grips with. No matter what we have grown up with, we will always have good and bad. Bad needs to exist for good to. I loved her with all her crazy. All of it. Even if she woke up a 4, turned into a 9, and went to sleep a 5. It was all good. Total acceptance. I think that’s love. At least it’s the closest I ever been. I might not know what love is but I do know what it’s not. And what it’s not is what we think it is. Life is an illusion. Smoke and mirrors and then it’s the show is over. You can’t have it all. You can’t bet on all the numbers on the roulette wheel. Well you can but you’ll never get ahead. You have to take chances even knowing the outcome can be grave. It’s what life is. Just a big game of chance. You’ll never know till after. Everything is revealed in the end. But you can’t ever have a second chance. Cause even if you do get it, you’ll still do the same thing!! Every single time! It’s never about whether you win or lose but that your playing the game. The best you have to hope for is you make it out of this life with one person who you can trust with your life. Someone that will never stab you in the back. Love you unconditionally no matter what kinda crazy your in that day or week or year! A wise man once told me that if you make it out of this life with one true friend then your a lucky man. And I really get that now. I didn’t then cause I had like 10000 “friends” but I get it now. A hard lesson to be learned. So many lessons along the way of life. Hopefully they are not learned when it’s too late.

So it’s about a week into the new year and I’m finally getting around to putting some thoughts down on paper. I haven’t even been writing in my journal. I’ve fallen a bit behind on my routines that bring be peace. This is one for sure! 
So my mind has been preoccupied lately. Ever since the last week of the year, I got back into checking on stocks. Something of a hobby for me, but with the goal of becoming a day trader in time. I’ve dabbled a bit here and there but nothing serious. Last year before the breakup I had a few grand in some random pot and Blockchain stocks and was making some headway when the breakup happened. That’s when all the money in the world wouldn’t make me feel better if I didn’t have this girl back in my life. So I just gave it up and left the stocks in there. The last week of 2017 I checked on them and they had tripled. Which made me feel worse, not better!! Had they lost tons of cash I’d I tried, it was fun, and that’s that. But they didn’t. In fact, the ones I was watching…. Some has gone up 1000%!! Which made me want to get back in, but now I did t have the cash for it cause I was way over leveraged to get the house done. With the house not done yet, I still didn’t have the cash to transfer to get going again. So as you can imagine, I’ve been beating myself up about it. So much so that it’s creeping into my dreams and affecting my sleep and my mood in general. I’m greeting almost depressed lately. Like I failed. But not like I tried and failed, that I have no issues with. But more like I didn’t try hard enough. I missed the boat, missed the opportunity, the writing was on the wall and I ignored it! And now I’m kicking myself over it. Same feeling I got when we broke up. I wanted her back so bad, to try again. Try hard. Not take her for granted. Go back in time almost and try so hard. So if I fail I can say I gave it my 100% best! It that’s the case the I  can’t be upset. The thing that upsets me is that I don’t try!! I’ve never tried. I’ve always just skated by and not really tried that hard. And it’s always been scenting that’s bugged me. Wasted talent. I get really upset when I see others wasting their talent and it’s clear that it’s projection. It’s cause I’m upset at wasting mine. 

Also, I feel like I’ve been stifled. Held back. I have never been able to save so I could never invest. Something bigger at play. Self sabotage. Back when I was a child it was my parents or my brother. Someone else. But now it’s me. I stifle myself. I don’t try hard enough. I have 40 inventions I’ve come up in my head and yet have taken no action on even of them! An idea not acted on is the same as nothing! Nothing!! At this rate they will all come with me to the grave haunt me. Why have I not acted? I’m not entirely sure yet. Only guess is my character is not ready for that kind of cash yet. For retirement. I work now and I have an amazing job which I enjoy that makes me plenty of money. Had I saved up for a few years I would have been half way to retirement. Had I put the money in these stocks when I wanted to a few years ago I would be totally retired. Had I invested in the ones I wanted to months ago, I’d be half way there already by now. Yet my character is not allowing me to attract this type of wealth. I’m not ready to draw it in. 

Generally in life, things work out for me. Generally lol. Some things haven’t, but even those have gone exactly how they needed to go to get me to a better place. Even though I didn’t see it that way when they were happening. So the only thing I can assume is that this is another one of those things. I can’t know why. I could be that general, my family believes that stock markets are like casinos. In for one person to win someone else has to lose. And that goes against what we believe in. I do believe in a greater being, God, the universe, a power, whatever you call this being. And I believe that this being is always looking out for me. Could this be too much for me to handle right now? Could it be that doing it this way would be the equivalent of playing my bet on red and winning and walking away with a fortune only for it to hurt me down the road? Maybe. I’m just not sure. The one this I know is that I don’t want to lose. I don’t want to fail in life. I’ve always believed I’ve been destined for greatness. To be wealthy and help the world. A philanthropist of sorts saving the planet and its inhabitants. Am I too younge for this? Do I not have the ability to control all this right now? Would it drive me to doing bad ass shit where I would neglect my abilities? Not sure. But I know I always wanted to be rich younge. Drive sweet sports cars when I can enjoy them and not when I’m the old guy in the corvette. I never liked those guys. But can my character support this yet? I don’t know. I thought it could but it’s clear that it can’t.

Generally, I’m the type of person that starts the game and never finishes. And this is another one of those things. I started looking into the stock market but never finished. Never off the ground. I start a book and never finish it. So few do I ever. Most of them have bookmarks in them. I am also not focused. I want to do so many things that end up not doing anything at all! My father is the opposite. He starts and finishes everything. Never things undone. I’ve always wanted to be like him. Yet I value myself very little. Like I just can’t do it. Not good enough or not smart enough or whatever. Just not enough. And I for sure have a ‘not enough’ complex. There’s just never enough. Coming from a place of lack. We never grew up with lots of money so I’ve always wanted and couldn’t get. Then I got a job so I can have money to make my dreams come true. Instead of saving the money and investing and creating and inventing, I did nothing but have a good time. Spent like it was going out of style and never saved anything. I did buy a house so I guess that’s one thing I did right. Of course the GF, she’s definitely one thing I right. I have no doubt that we will be successful in the end and wealthy but I want it now! I always want it now. Short term vs long term. I have no patience and I’m learning all about it. 

I started reading this one book, recommended by the CEO of a very successful Corp the GF is a part of. Crazy enough, they invest people’s money and give then crazy amazing returns. As secure as anything is gonna be in this world with a 10% return. Obv this brings me back to blame as had I had the money saved up, I could have thrown then into the stocks I been watching, turned 10k into 100k, then that 100k into a million. Took that million and invested it with her @ 10% return and BBAAMMM!! 100k a year to live on! I wouldn’t quick my job but I’d have 100k coming in every year to invest, buy a house, whatever. Build the empire. But no such luck. Oh yes, the book. It’s called “The richest man in Babylon”. Such simple principles and yet no one needs to follow them, least of all myself. If only I had a time machine!! Lol right? I’m sure 90% of the world would love one of those!! 

So your thinking…. Wtf is this guy talking about?! I’ll tell you what I’m talking about. Ever since I’ve been a kid I’ve always been fascinated with the fact that my father’s reflexes were actually actually faster than that of a cat’s. That might seem bizarre but it’s all true. This is a man that’s grown up in the scariest most hostile conditions this planet has to offer and somehow rose to the surface like the cream does with milk when you shake the shit out of it. Essentially you subject the milk to a hostile environment, and the best it has to offer rises to be liberated, while the rest (at one time in the past) would be swine food. Or at least that’s what my GF’s grandma tells me, yes she was obviously a milk farmer. Moving on….. My father’s reflexes. And yes he knew it, and would point it out every time. This would always happen when he or one of us would drop something. If he was in the vicinity, he would reach out like a lighting bolt and snatch whatever it was out of the air before it had a chance to drop on the ground. Comes in really handy if whatever your dropping could, well, cause damage if smashed. And I’ve always been fascinated with that. So I practiced and practiced and practiced. Until I was in my late teens, and I was there. Fast, boy, fast. Like lightning fast. The crazy part is its all reaction. All “IT”. Neuronal pathways trained to react in a certain way. Neurons firing together wire together so their reaction is hardwired. And all it takes it practice. And since I keep it up, it’s still present. I’m at the ripe old age now of 36 and I’m standing in front of the microwave heating up some leftovers. I open the top off of a kefir bottle, I start drinking, I drop the lid from about chest height. By the time the lid is about thigh height, I’ve already caught it, still drinking my delicious organic kefir. I put the bottle down, put the lid back on, and walk away. As you can imagine, everyone around is stunned. Movie scene like. Yeah, it was gangster. I have to admit, even I thought it was pretty badass. Something Ethan Hunt might do, not think twice about, walk away while everyone around raises an eyebrow wondering, who is this guy?!

As much as I’d like to say I wrote this to brag about my speed and abilities, it was a moment of realization. That no matter what you want to do in life, whether it’s physical or mental, with time and training, you can achieve any goal. The brain will adapt and the body will aid in whatever it is you want to achieve. Anything!! The only obstacle? Ourselves. Lack of patience. The inability to see more than what’s present in short term. It’s not faith, it’s science. Practice something long enough and your brain and body will start to morph into that which you are practicing. In time obviously. Now the only thing is….. It has to be intentional for it to have enough significance to alter your brain/body. So set the intention, then take the action as if it was the way it already is. The whole “fake it till you make it” approach. Cause in reality, there’s no such thing as fake as long as you recognize that your the creator. Any way of being is just that, a way of being. And when you know that your the creator, any way of being you create will always be authentic. It doesn’t even matter WHAT you create, it’s THAT you create. And the first time it’ll seem 100% fake. But stick with it knowing “fake” is not a thing when your a creator. Everyone starts from nothing. So enjoy the process and relish in the fruits of your creation!!

Happy creating!!