I’m just breaking out of a cold listening to DJ HeavyGrinder and I realized I haven’t posted anything since 2011. So I figured I should share this track with you, in order to get you a glimpse of my life. A lot has happened since last November, and whether anyone is still reading this blog or not, I owe it to myself for an update. Who knows one day my future generations may read these words. But alas, I am in a dark room right now and until I find some light, I will have to save my breath. I wish you all a great year ahead. Please enjoy this piece of a forbidden fruit.
When you love someone you automatically worry about them. And we’ve been taught that it’s ok to worry for our loved ones. That it’s even necessary sometimes.
Just now having a cold shower — which I haven’t had in months since I’m so accustomed to the comforts of having a hot shower — I had a sudden realization that worrying for someone you love is useless. In fact it can be hurtful and even dangerous when your worries manifest, which they very well have the potential to at anytime, given how much most people worry these days.
To explain this further will only be a failure. I would have to explain the principles of quantum physics and the law of likes, and I know I will do so badly. But if you need confirmation, the oldest book in the world tells you not to worry a little more than once or twice.
How can you love someone and hurt them at the same time? Stop hurting your loved ones, stop worrying!
It’s 2011 and it’s been 15 years since I left California and at the same time left aggressive inline skating behind. I have since attempted many different extremes as a replacement and I have been through parkour, surfing (epic fail there) and different forms of martial arts. But today I found something new, and it’s somewhere between a trampoline and a tightrope and it’s called slackline. I’m not sure if it’ll ever come around Bali but it looks like something I definitely would be into if it does.
Seth tells me to write like I talk. The problem is I talk less than I think. And if I were to write like I talk then I would end up with very little. So I write like I think. And that puts me in shit.
You see I’m a compulsive thinker. I bet it’s nothing special but I’m an expert at this. My thoughts would branch out at the speed of light and before you know it one seed of thought would become volumes of theories in a blink of an eye.
So which do I write down, and why? Because if I were to write them all down, my fingers would break, my keyboard would break, and I’d end up in a mental institution. Even then my mind would still not stop thinking.
But in regard to Seth’s suggestion, I’m trying to single out a thought, and with that, typing it down into legible words. I believe this is what people call writing. I could be wrong, but hey at least I got these words out of my head, didn’t I?
