The Prospect of Freedom

With the prospect of freedom from the 9-5 on the horizon, I am hopeful for the future and all of the new experiences that are sure to follow.

I am looking forward to waking up to beaming rays of sun on my face without the intrusive sound of mechanical buzzing from my alarm.

I shall drift to sleep in peace and arise just the same.

I will be free!

Free to daydream, free to explore, free to just be.

If not for long, for long enough.

For many, work is a necessary evil. It is not time spent doing something you enjoy, but rather time spent busying yourself with the nuances of modern society.

If you are lucky enough to have found a way to earn an income doing what you love, then you are one of the truly blessed. Be wise and never take this for granted.

For the rest of us, the work days can be long and grueling without the rewards of passion and self-reliance.  We get through it by dangling the carrot of inspiration in front of our faces until we are exhausted by the prospect of freedom.

Disillusioned by the idea that this is what is expected of us and simply the way it has always been.

Rubbish!

We create our own destiny. Each one of us is powerful in our own special way. We are not meant to be shoved in the corner of an office, pencil pushing all day just to pay the rent. There is so much more out there for us and within us, we just need to find a way to break free from the mundane life that has been put before us. A life declared as normal.

What is normal really? Doesn’t the definition vary according to who is defining it? Would you let someone else define who you are? Tell you who you are supposed to be, what you are supposed to do, who you are supposed to love?

I sure hope not!

These are questions you are meant to find the answers to yourself. It is okay to be unsure in the beginning.

Life is all about finding the answers.

Don’t be afraid to embrace your dreams, aspirations and you inner weird, it is what makes you, YOU!

Why Do We Do What We Do?

In a world that is already filled with a great deal of uncertainty and heartbreak, why do we put ourselves in situations that shake our very core of stability and lead us to feel more lost than we ever knew was possible?
What is the point? Life in itself is difficult, tragic, and painful enough without us making a contribution to our own feelings of neglect and disappointment. It’s more than sad. It’s self-destructive and pointless.
But we still do it.
Maybe it is the intensity of false hope placed on us as children that someday there will be a happy ending. An idea forced upon us in fairy tales and G rated movies where good always triumphs over evil and against all odds true love prevails.
No wonder we are disappointed and depressed by the real world once we are old enough to understand that it is all a bunch of bunk! Maybe for some, it all works out and everyone lives happily ever after, but for most, love does not prevail and in many cases it isn’t even true. Good does not always win and sometimes the pure evil is never forced to face consequence.
Children are so innocent and the hope is to shelter them from unnecessary pain and fill them with hope for their future. In my personal opinion, this is the opposite of preparing them for what really lies in store as they become a part of this not so perfect world.
Whether the disappointment we feel relates to love, spiritual growth or personal fulfillment, the result is the same; a depressed reality set on auto pilot in the hopes we are able to make it through the day.

With Age Comes Wisdom and Truth

I ran across one of my old notebooks today and found that I had written this on the inside cover…How funny that I should stumble upon it today of all days…

Age

Throughout one’s life we are faced with many lessons. And through the experience of those lessons, we are forced to make hard decisions.

Those choices, right or wrong, allow us to begin to discover our true selves.The person who is always waiting for us at the end of the day. There are times in our lives when this person may be a stranger. A time when you are lost and lonely.

But one day, this stranger will become conscious. We will no longer be fighting against them, but allowing them to help.

Time that was once wasted on false hopes and disillusioned ideals is now filled with inspiration and creativity. The snakes once thought of as soul mates shed their skin and the shell of the person you thought you knew crumbles in your hands.

Strength is the realization that life is too precious and too short to be wasted on the past!