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There are no good or bad days.

What gets you up every morning?

For the majority of people the answer is work. We all got a job to do right?, whether it’s going to work or waking up the kids, making breakfast, going to school, or running errands. Strangely enough when you don’t have a job to do the chances of you getting up become even lower. You feel drained, tired, or just plain lazy since you never get “time to yourself” right?

There is no excitement in a life lived for the sake of work. When you have to get yourself out of bed groaning and moaning you’ve already lost. Even someone who is optimistic of the work is merely one level above defeated, complacent.

Your reason for waking up every morning has to be something that causes your body to go “hey, it’s a new day let’s go let’s go let’s go!” Not something that requires an alarm clock for you to be present.

The energy we wake with is the energy we carry throughout the day. Just as breakfast is the most important meal of the day so too is the mindset of the morning soul. When you wake up knowing that today is a day to grow and experience NEW things you embrace uncertainty.

Imagine if you wake up in the morning and your routine is shower, dress, coffee, work. On the shower you got soap in your eye, while getting dressed you find yourself looking for a decently clean shirt cause you didn’t do laundry, and to top it off you spilled coffee in your pants and had to change again. Your routine went south at every turn and that frustrated you and because of that you become easily triggered the rest of the day because in your mind now lies the belief “that today is just not your day” …

Yet if you had embraced that uncertainty, you would have accepted these events as part of your new experience of growth for today, even if spilling the coffee makes you go “ah shit” you would allow the experience to come and go as that is the mindset you brought today.

Don’t let your routine become mechanical, anyone can project happiness with a fake smile. The beggining of the day will always reflect the end. Take care to wake up with the same energy you feed your passions with. That is how we break free of this mechanical daily existence, be exited about a new day.

There is no such thing as a good or bad day, their all just days. The idea of good or bad is completely dependent on the attitude you walked into this day with.

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Spread love.

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Homesick

I’m homesick for a place I’m not sure even exists.

When I close my eyes I feel it. There’s a warmth that pulls me closer to this world, there is a sky above and a sky below. There is no ground yet every soul here is grounded.

They are grounded in their being.

The sun and the moon stand side by side providing light for those who need it to survive and darkness for the ones who need it to feel alive. There are no concepts of right and wrong, alive or dead, good or bad, ignorant or wise, this or that, there is only is-ness.

The act of being.

The waters here flow above and below, left and right, in and out. There is no breath, only expansion and contraction. We contract (inhale) to return to source, and we expand (exhale) to express source. The stars above and below never cease to shine, and the constellations they form are never set in stone. They are ever-changing, timeless monuments to our expressions.

A world shaped by the collective of being.

There is love in the air. Quite literally, you can feel it enter your vessel and fuel your spirit. It energizes you, feeds you, strengthens you and betters you. It returns purpose to the purpose-less and increases drive in the driven. It is vision to the blind and clarity to the lost.

Love is what keeps this world together and the reason I question it’s existance.

Could such a beautiful place truly exist?

Or am I desperately looking for a place to escape to that’s better than this..

All I know is I’m homesick. For a place i never been to. Because nothing here feels like home.

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Honestly

They look at my work with awe…

“Its a masterpiece!” they shout,

“A true work of art!” so they say. 

But if only they could see the underlying messages in the words that are written. If only they could hear the whispers in every stroke of the brush. If only they could feel the insecurities in the paint, the doubt in the ink. 

Would they still call it art? 

If you knew my creations were built from the broken pieces of my being would you still shout masterpiece?

This is not art.

I wasn’t broken and violated by a corrupted system to be beautiful. I wasn’t raised in chairs and programs to go out and be myself. And worst of all, I wasn’t born into a corporation to be a free spirit.. No, this isn’t art.

This is expression. This is anarchy. This is freedom. This is truth.

I am no artist. 

I am a man who refuses to be defeated.

A soul that refuses to stop creating.

And a heart that loves ferociously…

I’m nobody special, just an honest man.

In a world that has forgotten honesty.

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Innocent thieves

You stole the sun, so I will steal the moon. How could I leave empty handed?

When you and I are clever bandits. Our strings intertwined by our clever habits.

We take what we want, we place desire in the front seat. We wake up every morning to water the same seeds.

We run from the things that we need. So you took the sun.

When you ran into greed.

Now I take the moon, so that you don't leave it behind. You see, all of this running.

I do it for you.

Because if you take the sun,

You will need the moon too..

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Stardust

I could get lost in a single star.

I could be among the lights dancing bright every night. Happily transparent with nothing to hide. Surrounded by the warmth of reflections on every side.

Because it's true that every star needs a piece of me to feel alive..

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“I want many things,

and they all start with you.”

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Words.

These words are all I have.

Nobody knows the things that go on behind the curtains. I try not to think about it.

There's a silent chaos inside me. Constantly destroying me from the inside out and rebuilding me in abstract ways.

Now expression is becoming more and more difficult.

Because these words are all I have. And words just aren't enough anymore..

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Me when people wanna get negative. 

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Mans curse

You wonder why its hard for me to open up. Why I seem to be distant and why I wear so many different masks to hide so many different emotions. I'm nothing more than a man with too many faces to you. You say I'm fake, That I don't trust you. You claim I'm too afraid to be myself..

Truth is, your right.

But you see, the first time I ever allowed myself to show my humanity I was seen as weak. I was shun because as it turns out, men don't cry. I was told to suck it up and deal with it, That only the strong will survive and a real man never shows fear. I guess its written in the fine print of being a man, so please understand. That I'm doing what I can in a world that wont accept me for who I am. 

Can't you see?

I'm afraid I don't have the luxury of emotion or vulnerability...

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Honestly

They look at my work with awe…

“Its a masterpiece!” they shout,

“A true work of art!” so they say. 

But if only they could see the underlying messages in the words that are written. If only they could hear the whispers in every stroke of the brush. If only they could feel the insecurities in the paint, the doubt in the ink. 

Would they still call it art? 

If you knew my creations were built from the broken pieces of my being would you still shout masterpiece?

This is not art.

I wasn’t broken and violated by a corrupted system to be beautiful. I wasn’t raised in chairs and programs to go out and be myself. And worst of all, I wasn’t born into a corporation to be a free spirit.. No, this isn’t art.

This is expression. This is anarchy. This is freedom. This is truth.

I am no artist. 

I am a man who refuses to be defeated.

A soul that refuses to stop creating.

And a heart that loves ferociously…

I’m nobody special, just an honest man.

In a world that has forgotten honesty.

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Homesick

I'm homesick for a place I'm not sure even exists.

When I close my eyes I feel it. There's a warmth that pulls me closer to this world, there is a sky above and a sky below. There is no ground yet every soul here is grounded.

They are grounded in their being.

The sun and the moon stand side by side providing light for those who need it to survive and darkness for the ones who need it to feel alive. There are no concepts of right and wrong, alive or dead, good or bad, ignorant or wise, this or that, there is only is-ness.

The act of being.

The waters here flow above and below, left and right, in and out. There is no breath, only expansion and contraction. We contract (inhale) to return to source, and we expand (exhale) to express source. The stars above and below never cease to shine, and the constellations they form are never set in stone. They are ever-changing, timeless monuments to our expressions.

A world shaped by the collective of being.

There is love in the air. Quite literally, you can feel it enter your vessel and fuel your spirit. It energizes you, feeds you, strengthens you and betters you. It returns purpose to the purpose-less and increases drive in the driven. It is vision to the blind and clarity to the lost.

Love is what keeps this world together and the reason I question it's existance.

Could such a beautiful place truly exist?

Or am I desperately looking for a place to escape to that's better than this..

All I know is I'm homesick. For a place i never been to. Because nothing here feels like home.

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Inquiry places you in a state of growth, anything less will lead to decay.

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A weary heart

My heart is weary,

I have traversed through all sorts of emotional landscapes. From the mountains of happiness to the clouds of ecstasy. I have swam in the rivers of compassion and rested in the flowery fields of love.

I have ate from the fruits of temptation.

I have traveled far and wide through the forest of depression and the jungles of anxiety. I have seen the children of fear and heard the orchestra of destruction.

I have built and destroyed, Given and taken, loved and hated, lived and let live.

Now my heart is weary. Time does that you know, it pushes you past your limit. Drags you out your comfort zone and throws you into the experiences that shape you. It's inevitable, that the heart gets heavy, it's part of growth for the heart to grow weary.

But never allow your heart to make this it's reality.

Because the true essence of love, can only be found in the wildest of fantasies.

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Me @ life .

masculinity is a prison, time doesn’t exist, gender isn’t real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasn’t white.

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Dont doubt, don't second guess, don't budge. Imagine, create, and manifest 🙏

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The more you know, the more you grow ✊

the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu