Sunday, November 26, 2017

One post a year now apparantly.


Who'd think this blog would die eh?
I certainly did.
I've never really done anything consistently in my life, four years seems to be a magic mark beyond which nothing escapes, almost like a sun giving out light and then exploding into a black hole sucking back everything and more.

That thought both excited and frightens me, i've always idealized the jack of all trades existence, and both despised and was envious of the master of none at the same time. Envious because i knew that i was never capable of it myself and therefore also despising it.

Maybe someday i'll give up shorter dopamine rush related things for things that are more consistent and long term.

Traveling i thought could be such a thing, however, the nature of relationship between travel and work often means one consumes the other, finding that balance itself is something that i find appalling. At the same time, being practical, i realize i cannot just only constantly escape real life, and isnt that what travel is essentially anyway? I can ride/fly as far away from my life as possibly and eventually always have to come back to what it was that i escaped from in the first place, namely myself.
The problems with compartmentalization is exactly that, you can shove things in a box and associate them with certain places, people and situations, but eventually, you're not really dealing with situations (impossible in most cases) and you are unwittingly then again with the box in your hand, only this time, it's grown a bit bigger since the last time and you have new creatures evolving inside it.

The problem with demons in the real world is that the only real demon is within and tragically will only ever die with you. The world outside you is what it is, it has always been and will always be, you are the only paradigm that can change except, people don't change.

Look at it this way, you're an animal. Animals can be trained to hop on a stool and ride a unicycle, conditioned to live among humans, even follow a diet different from the one they've evolved to eat, but essentially an animal is always that, and with the absence of external forces, will revert to it's true nature. What we do then, is just temporarily enforce good behavior, often through force. A tiger will die a tiger, albeit a well behaved one that eats from your hand.

Friday, October 28, 2016

2016!


This has been a strange year, with two months still left to go.
From someone devoid of emotions to someone who felt almost everything in the book, almost. From someone living by the rules of practicality and logic to someone who bent a few (a lot) of them to try and live a little. It truly has been an experience that altered the direction I was evolving in, for the better.
I would’ve never have bought a bike on a whim and used that bike to actually cover many miles on the road, riding alone to discover who I was or riding with a group of friends to discover what bonding with small unit of close friends was.
I would’ve never traveled so much, almost 10 new places and counting, I even had to learn HOW to fully experience a place I was visiting.
I would’ve never committed to pushing myself beyond the small zone I had created for myself that was comfortable and necessarily only involved work.

I’m 30 now, so far, living exactly the life that most 30 year olds would envy, the ability to travel, complete freedom, so strings to anything that could pull me down, loving my job, and yet, something feels incomplete. I don’t know whether that is ever a situation that I could resolve. I’d always want it to feel a bit incomplete, that I think is what will keep me driving to seek new things, new experiences, new people, in the hope of finding that missing piece, and when I find it, it might mean stagnation.

2016 started off with a bang, making tangible lists of things to do largely helped, still have points to complete on it.

You know what? One day though, I’d like to see that sense of completion. One day I would like to give up and retire, mentally, from working on myself. I think.
Live in the middle of a quiet forest or in the mountains or on a beach somewhere and just be. No longer seeking, no longer evolving, no longer curious, rather just living in mental peace. To be constantly curious of new experiences all the time is exhausting, mentally, physically and emotionally.. Take my word for it 




Sunday, August 7, 2016

I have.


Ever have those times where you have a book trapped in your brain that's chewing on your insides but your body is too numb to notice?
"Everything that's to be written, already has been" I remind myself, thus encouraging the lethargy that got me so far.
Sinking further and further into the weight of my own inaction, a vicious cycle that.
My lips mouth the words "times will change", not even half convincing myself that they will.

I'm susceptible to too many things and every dock I anchor myself to blows away with the first storm that shows up, even me.

Have you looked around then? wondering if this was meant to be?
if this was who you were intended to become? if this was the life that did justice to the journey that you were on all this while?

I have.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

I gotta stay High all the time..




How can someone be nostalgic for something they’ve never had
What is this incredible weight with no real substance?
Phantoms weren’t ever meant to be this heavy

I’ll soon realize this was the nightmare I’ve been waiting to have
Maybe I’ve been confusing my demons for angels,
Maybe I’ve been embracing darkness out of this yearning to feel

Feel something, feel anything, feel everything,
When mentally cutting myself wasn’t going deep enough,
Handing over the knife to someone else always seemed to do the trick

People cut, people suck form your wound but oh they also care
Everyone is a saint, a broach of a heart of gold pinned on their lapel
Is what you can see, is what is tangible, is what holds up in court

Soon those wings will come, sprout of my back in a burst of blood and flesh
Metamorphosis is supposed to be painful, evolution is supposed to hurt
And I’ll fly away from this old shell, leaving behind everything tangible

Soaring through the sky in a burst of brilliance and light
Flying higher and higher, closer to the sun, never stopping
Burning up on approach, never to be, never to feel, ceasing to exist.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Alternate realities



Life is so fickle, characterized by constant change and yet here we are, building huge castles on a changing landscape.
Personally I like little wooden cabins. Warm, cozy, compact and non intimidating.
When one gets destroyed, you just move on and build another.

Having said that, I could very well live in a mansion. White picket fence and two and a half kids? I can do that, is there a point though?


I was recently made to read a supposed quote that correlated intelligence to antisocial tendencies. I don't think so.
Being antisocial usually is only indicative of some inherent mental disconnect with the rest of society.
We've not evolved to be antisocial, it isn't in our DNA I'm afraid.
Wanting to be alone just says that you havent found company that you feel completely at home with.

Remember home? That place where you can be you? The place where all masks can be hung at the door and your inner self becomes the outer one? The place where your filters that usually keep your psychopathic ramblings at bay at turned off?
Yea, me neither.

Who are you completely yourself with?
Does such a person even exist for you?

Why can't we be this person then? Is it that such people who will completely accept who you are don't exist or do we really believe that we've evolved to such levels of monstrosity that 'normal' folk shouldn't have to deal with the absolute horror of the people we've become?
Therein lies the weight.

In an alternate reality i'd bet there's a white cowboy version of me who's extremely sociable and outgoing.
Who lives to party and looks forward to meeting others. Maybe this version of me has a completely clean heart too.

I actually am the perfect candidate to believe in afterlife and rebirth. I should right?
That ideally is the only hope i'd have to be the white hatted cowboy.


The only question then being, do I want to be that person.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Year Resolutions



Giving up people.
Each year only adds more fuel to the fire of my cynicism.


Be more materialistic.
Because that's what the world is. People that tell you it isn't are often deluded and live like I used to, wearing rose colored glasses.


Be a musician.
Because I once was, am not anymore.


Continue the fight to end drama.
I now know with greater clarity what must be done.


Solo trips only, where ever possible
Because I've made my decision that I'm better off dying alone anyway, no need to be nice about it.


Game.
Because in a virtual world, things are in control and if they're not, I can rage quit and burn the console.


Fight Desire.
Desire nothing. Wanting anything is bad.


Healthier
I definitely need to not die climbing a flight of stairs.


Drink.
Yes. Just that. Drink more. Socially, Alone, whatever.


Live Alone
because most of these things are only possible when that happens. Make a rule to never invite anyone over.







Sunday, May 18, 2014

So much to say, so much to say


Pent up thoughts that are almost on the verge of breaking the mental dam that keeps them from gushing out unfiltered in the world made me realize that this place used to be a safe haven where i could safely and in a controlled manner offload certain parts of the madness.
Why this ceased is a question that I'm not sure i have the answer to at the moment, but I'm sure my brain will retrospectively make one up so as to bring reason into the seemingly random act.

Having said that, I now need to align my thoughts and then be back, with hopefully newer things to make you think about.
Until then, adieu.

Friday, March 21, 2014

The All Consuming Fog Of Occupation


My time, my mind, almost my entire life, every waking moment has now been consumed as i merged with this larger entity that seeks to completely possess every fiber of my being. Every heartbeat, every blink of my eye, every thought in my brain, all is now sought to be harvested for the greater good of the whole.

Funny thing about that, I don't mind.

Sacrifices don't normally come easy, but "trade-offs" come naturally.
Tit for Tat they say, some say im not the tat in the story for sure for having "thrown away the pleasure of social engagements"

It'll all pay off i sub-conciously convince myself.
You be patient inner child, your time will come. Albeit when it does, you'll be wearing dentures, old, bald and resigned to a chair, because such is life.
Right?
right?

Can we move on from rhetorical questions now?

The irony of my situation is probably amplified to anyone who has read anything i've written in the last year. A person's philosophy i've believed is almost solely a product of his current mental being, this isnt better exemplified than my trend of pseudo philosophical ramblings.
Being that very robot which I once despised is fun, or is it?
isn't it? It is, i convince myself. It'll pay off, it has to.

Remember that old phrase? Kansas or bust? I don't have a Kansas.
Floating towards nothing, accelerating all the way.

I already know the end result involves a wall and me colliding at warp speed against it.
I guess the only thing left now, is to decide whether before i hit the wall, to turn right cheek or left or hit it face first.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

A finger out of the grave


A finger reaching out of the grave,
for sometimes, i must act brave
"reach for the stars, shoot for the sky"
don't give up yet desmond, try try try

There's lands to discover!
there's secrets to uncover!
There are so many things to know,
there's so much more to grow!

Cleaning up cobwebs, grime and dust,
Ridding my heart and brain of rust
sitting and watching day turn to night
and the demons of dark, flee from light

Blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah.

The End.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

No more words.


So much to write about and yet, i couldnt be bothered to list them all down, even for my own future reference.

This might very well be the death of this blog.

All these years later, have i achieved anything of what i initially set out to do when i created this blog?
I dont think so. Some things still remain to be accomplished. Undesired drama still remains a huge factor in weighing me down.
people i associate with show the propensity to not want to grow out of the miserable average lives they lead. They will be lead like sheep, but as soon as the shepherd has his back to them, they're as lost as they were before the introduction of said shepherd.

People lack the want to be better everyday, something that still confuses me.

Maybe some people are better left playing in the filth of a sty and are not suited to chairs, maybe expecting rational thought from people is akin to expecting great literature from a monkey.

Everyday i associate with people, my cynicism grows and with it grows my desire to retreat into a cabin of solitude, away from the madness.


There are rational people out there, don't get me wrong.
I just don't seem to be finding too many of them.


Yes, this is an egotistical rant.
And i can afford to do so, because this is my blog :)

Friday, July 26, 2013

Those unnoticed notes.


Well, this world is all about subtext.
Namely, understanding where there's none and being able to read when there is and what is being said.
New studies indicate that a persons ability to understand sarcasm shows a healthy brain, we've evolved to be the sarcastic bunch of people we are now and you certainly cant fight human nature.

Subtext allows for a whole freeway of miscommunication, especially with people who believe themselves to be adept at reading it, but really it can barely grasp at the thread of conversation with words being spoken out loud.
Unsurprisingly, the amount of unspoken word in a conversation or subtext is directly proportional to how socially decrepit a persons moral code is. A well adjusted person has little need for subtext and a person that doesn't fit well with society's mold has to be able to converse better without spoken word. I bet I don't have to repeat that old chestnut about "words once spoken.."

Come talk with me sometime.. We'll talk about the weather.

All That Hate


Normal cannot exist in a universe where they're consciously aware of anyone, even one person hating them for whatever reason, no matter how mundane.
Me, it amuses me when someone hates me, because I'm also aware of their inability to see that they have to hate themselves to hate me.
When you hate someone or something, for sheer purpose of example, that noisy boorish neighbour that killed your dog (by mistake of course), what you're really doing is hating yourself by evoking a emotionally negative association every single time you're reminded of him/her.
You have to hate yourself to do that to yourself just to carry out the mental act of hating someone else.

Weirdly but not so unsurprisingly, everyone who's ever hated me has also loved me in some sense of the word love and everyone that does one, continues to do the other and has made it a point to mention it too. Almost like they were subconsciously hoping I could resolve their dilemma and help them pick a side by pushing them over the fence one way or the other.

People who've 'hated' me have always done so because at times, I'm not the most pleasant person to be around when problems are being discussed. I'm over-judgmental of everything I hear, but only if I consider you more than an acquaintance. Let it be known that if you come to me with the same problem more than twice, I'm going to begin by calling you the best of words denoting your stupidity before I bet my own farm in trying to help you break even.

Hate.. Such a brilliant concept.
Purer than love, undiluted and raw..

Completely isn't how people use it anymore though. Every emotion needs to be referred to by its comparative extreme in the scale.

Whatever happened to people saying "you know, I don't like you so much at the moment in time".. I know that's what I say.




Wednesday, July 24, 2013

You're the problem.. did i say you? I meant me.. I'm the problem.


I admit I've been shirking my duties as a sporadic blogger, something I have *almost* good reason for, I've been too lazy to write.

Now that we have that behind us, stay alert for we have a lot of catching up to do.

A refill on that espresso is highly recommended and if you don't drink coffee, maybe this is the time to begin. Not for what I'm about to say, oh definitely not.
But this world is spinning faster with each minute. Can you not feel the centrifugal force tug at you even now as you sit comfortable in your little bubble stubbornly holding onto to the 3x7 foot life so hold hold dear? Can you not feel the ground below your feel rumble as it threatens to buck you off your feet and flat onto your back?

We're smack in the middle of the so called age of enlightenment and the next few decades will predict whether we'll survive even to see the dawn of the next millennium. I personally am not a betting man, but I will bet a pretty penny against us existing that far ahead. That as a notion I admit is partially swayed by a lack of belief in creator and therefore a rejection of intelligent design, which is probably the only thing that could/would save us from our own spiral into the messy suicide we're headed towards as a species.

You know why?
Because We. Don't Care.

I don't blame you, I know I've tried to blame myself. Quite unsuccessfully I might add.
I don't know how to blame myself for not caring and worse, I cannot bring myself to care. You heard of white guilt, this is similar. It echoes around the concept of your destiny having a lot to do with where you were born. I've said this before i realize but then was about religion.
The kind of extravagant life we lead with one months salary could sustain an entire village for a month. We know this.
Our incessant dependence on things that in very big ways contribute to global warming is alarming. We know this.
The worst thing we can do at the current moment is have even ONE more baby. WE KNOW THIS too!

but we cant stop, can we?
because we've evolved to think only within the tribe; and in modern lifestyles, withing a circle of "ME".
Like i said, we know this, I know this too.

And as horrified as I am by my lack to even begin to care in ways that would really help, as opposed to doing exactly enough to say I've done something, I am equally corrupted to live the life I am..

At the end of the day, it's all about sustaining the life we have and bettering it.
We're like those villains in bollywood movies that kept villages at the brink of poverty just to aid extravagant luxuries for our palatial house.
Keep telling yourself that it is alright because it isn't you that pulls the proverbial trigger, I know thats what I do.

It's all about what helps you sleep at night.
And I, sleep like a baby.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Is it worth it



IS it worth it?

Fuck if i care.

Friday, April 26, 2013

fools everywhere


people are idiots.
I'm done trying.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Bloggers block or


I absolutely cannot write.
I've had loads of mental room to think, but never anything to write on at hand.

Home is not a place i can think, write or exist as i am.

Moving out to a safe house is eventual and the only future i know.

Moving will mean a drastic change in everything i am.

Maybe all you see and read about as my thoughts aren't me at all. Maybe i'm really a good mamas boy, maybe I'm the guy your mama ought to have warned you about.
I'm fairly confident that I know what I'm doing.
I think i am.
I have to be right.



Weight is a funny thing to have to deal with.
it however is way more amusing when all this weight hits you as you just happen to be walking innocently on the road, thinking about nothing specific. And suddenly, BOOM, you're contemplating the trials of different choices and the very importance of having choices.

I like weight.
MAybe that's because I can never really HAVE weight. So keep trying to take on weight to fool myself that im exactly like everyone else.
Maybe Everything i just said is absolutely nonsense and im trying to justify my dramatic need for weight.


Maybe I don't know what im doing, saying or have any indication of what'll happen to me.
This could all be a facade.

the buddha did say this world in its entirety was an illusion
Maybe he was right.



Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Judging a book by its cover


I used to be an allowing person, a person never to pass snap judgment on the inherent hidden sides people possessed. I understood that people constituted of complex layers of personalities that festooned the core person, all adding character and making the product a unique, indescribable product, something that is unpredictable under any circumstance and not replicable.

Lately, or for the past year or three, I've resorted to using educated generalizations to bucket people into patterns of behavior. I've found that if you have enough points to plot on a map, each which deals with a very specific behavioral pattern, predicting the arch of future actions isn't something that seemed as hugely impossible as earlier held as a belief.

I no longer care for the little things, I no longer care for what makes you, you.
Frankly, I don't need to know what makes anyone themselves, people get less fascinating the more you get to know them. I've seldom been right about the observational based predictions, especially when told to the person themselves, but am redeemed by the future on more occasions than not.

Ten aspects, seemingly random ones could tell you mostly everything you need to know about a person and/or how to deal with them, no one is a deep as they claim to be, including me. We're all as complex as a rock. A rock with no secret minerals to mine, no fossils buried within. Just rock.

We all have the same problems, the same insecurities, the same strengths, or so many of us do, that we can all be lumped in a basket and treated together. The very thought of which disgusts us.
Why?
Because we've been raised to believe we're special.
Therefore our problems are special and unique.

I'm afraid i have news for you.
and it is bad.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Death Is meaningless


We find it extremely complicated to explain the meaning and thereby consequence of death to children. We make up all kinds of embellished and exaggerated stories to explain something so elemental, it is as permanent as it is inescapable. if death is defined as the cessation of something that exists in its current form and even if that as a definition were to be expanded a wee bit to incorporate further elements, everything in the universe succumbs to death, or cessation of its current form, right from you and me, to all the planets, suns, stars and right enough, the universe itself.
We seem inconsequentially small in the grand scheme of permanence.

Why then do we have such a crisis when having to explain death? Because every single time we are compelled to think of ways to explain death, we're brutally snatched from the comfort of the womb of life, where we sit in a stasis, cocooned by life's embracing warm and care, to be brutally cast into the land of the non living, cold, rotting corpses that were once full of life and are thus harshly reminded of our own fleeting mortality.

The elaborate stories we weave to explain our mortality range from eternal life to the promise of rebirth to the more creative explanation of eventually becoming one with all existence. Stories probably initially brewed to explain death to children but eventually found themselves being believed by children of all ages, from 3 to 130.

These fictitious fairy tales cause absolutely no harm, or do they?
Having to deal with death in all it's concoctions through the centuries have led people to slaughter millions to therefore justify and thereby attach some value to their otherwise meager insignificantly small existence and in the hopes of attaining the rewards mentioned in some of the stories. The rewards of doing a Gods will and attaining either Nirvana, Heaven or Virgins.

This is what should I believe we should be teaching our children.
Death is the end. The Omega of this one act drama we call our lives. When we die, nothing happens. Absolutely nothing. There's no light, there's no one playing a harp, neither is there a jolly fat man laughing, waiting for us to get closer so that he can then sit us down with a cup of oriental tea and then explain to us the meaning of our past life.

Why? Simple.

Disassociation is peace and happiness. Attachment is the greatest sin mankind and any animal before him as ever conceived of.
Attachment stems from territorialism which I simply define as the the most obvious meaning of 'ownership'. True freedom and happiness comes not from possessions by from relinquishing ownership of everything until all you own is every second from the absolute present to the day you were born.
We're all heard this story before, non attachment to possessions especially cited in context to mobile phones, entertainment devices, vehicles, houses, gadgets, instruments, clothes, this indeed has the potential to be an endless list. But have you ever lost something and have been sad for it? It could be your phone, it could be your wallet, it could even be your wedding album; and when you did, did you feel a sense of loss? That isn't sadness, rather, it is your sense of ownership grieving about something it previously 'owned' and now doesn't, what would've been the ultimate purpose of any of those 'things'? Absolutely nothing. They don't make any contribution to who you are, what you do or how you think; and if they do, you probably aren't the type to have reached this far in my little rant.

Let us evolve this discussion shall we?
From 'items' we own to people we 'own'.
People we like, love, lust for and even hate, we find comfort in attributing a name to that relationship, whatever the name could be, by rule has to be a socially recognized name, this in a validates that now you have some stake in the other persons existence.
After defining your relationship, you are now bestowed with some responsibility for the person, to help care for them, help conserve their precious life and maybe even take on more menial tasks you would otherwise volunteer to perform for more deserving souls.
This would perfectly justify the sense of ownership loss we feel when that relationship is then rejected and ended. We're now with one lesser possession; are we grieving the lost person or are we grieving the time we spent to 'maintain' that possession, the hours spent on the phone, meetings in person, money spent, time wasted, chores done.
Are we grieving the loss of a person or are we grieving the loss of a possession.

Our own life being the miniscule limit that it is, we're on a clock to best validate our lives. Before we die, we have to have felt a sense of achievement sans any inkling of the slightest regret.
Being rejected is like a slap in the face to that sense of achievement. Our master plan has now unavoidably changed, terribly inconveniencing us.

In death, everything changes.
When death is accepted wholly, it would be comparable to accepting the loss of a phone as something unchangeable; a moment in history that is irretrievable, sadness is only dispelled in acceptance of the phone being lost.
And so goes with death. Someone lost is lost forever.
What we grieve here, isn't the person themselves, but the end of one of our possessions. Something we were attached to. Something we loved and/or hated.


Children need to be shown that death is unavoidable and thereby inconsequential.
If you cannot avoid death, or save anyone else from it's icy clutches, there's absolutely no reason to despair or become overwhelmed by sadness at the death of a loved one.
They once existed, they now do not.
exactly how your phone once existed, now it doesn't exist as your possession.


Accepting death in this manner you probably deem as being too harsh and unnecessary or even as being too tough to practically execute. Better yet, you might want to debate my theory on us being sad because we perceive people as possessions

Thousands of people die every second, yet we feel nothing towards them.
This means, we don't despair death, just specific people dying.

The amount of sadness felt is directly proportional to the level of emotional connected we have with said person. This shows a sense of emotional investment and therefore ownership.


Is it tough? Absolutely!
Is it necessary for happiness? Absolutely!
Are there any famous people attached to it? Yes!

Realizing death as inconsequential was the final realization that lead to Siddhartha becoming the Buddha.
Luckily for you, you don't have to give up anything you own. Why do i say this?
Because you never will, item, person or otherwise..

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Random Rhymes


Bright joyful summer days
Gloomy winter nights, often here to stay
Standing high on a mountaintop
Devastatingly smashing to a complete stop

The lonely nights of depression
The one you love, the sense of elation
Love ones ripped away from your heart
New life emerges, another innocent start

You are alone, born and raised,
You are a crowd, yet unfazed
You live to love, you live so you love
You live because you love, you live

The immense weight of living
Repressed urges of feeling
Tied by chains, the bondages of life
Set free by yourself, set free your own life

The choices we chose, the decisions we make
The lives we forgo and consequentially forsake
Chose for us our own little heaven and hell
And help us accumulate our own lightness and weight.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

The joys of me


I make excellent company, maybe not to others, but definitely to myself.
It has been forever since i've been out just with myself, which leads me to decide that maybe i should revert to spending more time with myself rather than focusing on other people for a while. The subtle joys of finishing a book at a cafe following by a long walk with slow meditative music often brings out sides of me that lay dormant until these very circumstances occur.
After the first thirty minutes of walk, you become more oblivious to the surrounding, especially if you are particularly familiar with the route. The job of crossing roads, avoiding collision with pedestrians and also avoiding being hit by traffic becomes subconscious as you weave through the few people on the road trying earnestly to get home, or wherever they may have been headed. The entire scene before your eyes melds together in an interesting bokeh as your mind turns inward to listen to yourself think, and think you shall, for it is only so long that you can keep up appearances and lies to yourself.
Free of obligation to talk, you finally speak the truth, the all revealing truth that disrobes you, leaving behind a very conscious fifteen year boy trying his best to conceal his shortcomings.
It is then that you have a choice, stand tall and embrace your shortcomings only to vow to change them so that they no longer are indeed your shortcomings or you could do worse, you could accept your shortcomings as being markers for who you are and vow not to change them, for they now represent you as a person. Probably the worst thing you could do however, is stand there either trying to cover up yourself with your hands or stand there believing yourself to be fully clothed even as the mirror infront of you shows you otherwise.

We're all in all these three characterizations at some or the other degree with respect to each individual thought and action that we have to deal with. We accept certain truths faster than others and some truths are never accepted.

But i digress, what did i intend to write about.
*thinks.

Ah yes, the joys of me.
I need to better explore why i do the things i do. But i already know what i do is a result of the way i think and the way i think is a result of the experiences ive had.
This is more convoluted to explain than i initially gave it credit for.

I may need to revisit this when i can think in more coherent terms.
Until then, i wish you the peace and clarity of thought i just had the pleasure of experiencing; and if you do walk and write about your thoughts, please keep me posted.