It’s amazing how life turns around and figures out the right path for you to take. After that last extreme post I wrote, relieving all that steam and static energy begging to burst out of the flesh, my shoulders feel so much lighter. Yes, metaphorically, but literally as well. I couldn’t feel more relaxed and ready to move forward.
Also on a side note, last night I met up with a wonderful woman named Sharon, did some yoga, vented for a bit, and for the rest of the night, soaked up the best advice anyone can be given. “Life never goes the way you want it, but that’s what makes it so interesting. Nothing will ever be lined up perfectly, especially in this city. It will tear you down; you will fall out of place, feel like your going nowhere. But you know what that makes you? A human being. And as contradictory as it sounds, that’s when you know you are going somewhere. That’s when you will know for sure what you really want to accomplish. Just remember to never give up.”
As buoyant as I wish this blog to be, I am unable to lie no longer.
I am stranded. Away from what I thought it all would undoubtedly evolve into.
Optimistically, life goes on, I know it will all work out in the end. But at the moment, right at this very second, I couldn’t feel more foreign here than I already do. Claustrophobia digs deep into my thoughts, the inability to perform tears every bit inside me. I am not a resident. I am out of place, in another world of superficial avoidance that lacks the pure form of truth.
Why can’t it be simple? How on earth does anything get done if everyone avoids reality?!