GHOSTS.

March 14th, 2010 | Filed under Update, Video

Life is funny. And we speak the same humour. Not a lot of people get it, but that’s okay with me, because Everything Is One. Synchronicity. Simplicity. If this is going over your head already, you ain’t even gotta sweat it. But if you’re down with the content found within those simple sentences I just wrote, then rest assured knowing that there are more of us and hopefully our numbers are growing consistently.

The sun is starting to shine and the days are getting longer. I went for my first run of the season last saturday and did 2.6K ’round my hood. My goal is to hit 5K in two months. I’ve been considering the fact that you’ve really gotta be some kind of sick motherfucker to enjoy the feeling of not being able to breathe coupled with that hacking cough quickly followed after it.

What do you think about when you revisit your past? Do you regard it as all good because your present perspective is all hindsight? Is it all bad? Is it a combo of the sweet and sour? Myself, I prefer to keep it where its at: BEHIND ME. I used to be one of those highly sentimental types, which I don’t view completely as a negative thing. What I do consider bad is when you live so much of your life in the good or bad of the past to the point of it obstructing your ability to perceive and live in the moment and therefore plan for the future. For all the lay peeps out there, it’s like wearing a blindfold you refuse to take off on a hot sunny day while walking down the middle of a road.

My life is plagued by curses and blessings. Some things just really aren’t that simple, not everything can be lumped into conflicting two categories. After all, it was imperialism that taught us that things are either one thing or another and can never be anything out side of those two archetypes. I try to resist these limited notions whenever I can. But in terms of curses and blessings, I find that it just is what it is. I’ve created ghosts. They’re my own. I understand this, and I take full responsibility for it. And still, they resurface from deep and still waters, sometimes I’m aware, and sometimes it takes me by surprise. Sometimes I even go visit them myself, of my own accord. I find that it’s seldom worth it. I’ll continue to encounter them, I’m certain of this. Every opportunity gives me a chance to sway the experience and ruthlessly guard the boundaries I have established.

The angels though, they continue to touch base, regain the connection and speak to me in their own ways. Sometimes the omens are small, but because I know to look for them, I can listen to them and feel confident that I’m riding the right wave.