New Year???

Tonight at midnight I'll still be me, with the same dreams, the same mindset and the same lingering questions and drive to find my place in the world.....12:00 AM or 12:01 AM it's still just another night full of dreams and endless questions.........Happy New Year's Eve beautiful world.......switch out your mindset .....not your calendar ;)

People have an obsession with new starts with fresh connections, with clean slates, with new beginnings. It’s as if this start of the New Year completes a wash cycle in their lives, as if any prior digressions from the previous year are marked clear at midnight. People wait for these new beginnings, these dates marked by the masses as marking of a profound new beginning. When truthfully all that you really need is a new attitude to have a fresh start. Once in 365 days we feel that we are given a new start, we are given a chance for change, a chance for something better than before, but in reality fresh starts can occur at any point. It’s as if people have this fear to up and change in the middle of a different path. As if their peers will judge their actions as irrational and mislead.

What I feel, that most people around me don’t understand, is that if at any given point I want to change mind about something I feel I freely have the obligation and duty to do so. I don’t feel guilt or self continuous about it although sometimes I feel my peers may want me to be more continuous of it. I feel it’s my right…..to myself to change anything that I feel needs to be tweaked and it’s also my right to myself to be who I truly am even if who I truly am happens to change more sporadically than others. And honestly it’s more likely that I change my goals, than my mindset. I am conditioned to be a wanderer, roaming aimlessly in my own world, that is a mindset in its own, that is a lifestyle.

 But dreams, thoughts those change and it’s ok to work through them and with them. You don’t have to be afraid of them, they are part of your imagination and that’s probably the most rewarding gift you could have been offered at birth. So this sick obsession that people have with scheduled change and conformity should cease. It’s detrimental to creativity, to imagination, to time, and to change itself. It’s quite trivial in the grander scheme of things, and if you are unwilling to change on June 23rd, September 4th or October 15th then more than likely I doubt you will change much on Jan.1st.

A Day Much Like Today......

Do you ever have a day, not unlike the ones that precede and follow it, just a day where the sun still rises and the moon still falls, and the stars still settle. A day where you just feel inspired. Where the small things seem to gleam a bit more than usual, where laughs echo a bit louder than normal, where food tastes so much better, and being broke doesn’t seem to bother you. A day where walking feels good, and solitude feels nice, where watching life pass you by through other people’s eyes feels perspective and alluring. Where you just stop talking for a minute, and open your ears. Opening them to other people’s conversations, opinions and ideas. Where observation is such a sweet disposition, and motion seems to slow to a hum. Those days come much more often than not in my world, there presence is serene and frightening. I hang on to them by a thread afraid that while growing up they will dim, and my imagination will begin to falter and elude me. I can only hope that they do not, and enjoy the stimulation while it lasts.

Those days seems to shine through my seven day progressions more and more. I feel like at most times I partake in the reactions and actions around me, I sit between two different realities. I fall in love with ideas, dreams, and figments. I fall in love with the things that surround me, and the things I imagine that could one day surround me. It’s all in the matter of the mind; this overtly powerful tool, this place. This very open field that you can do absolutely anything in. You can create anything you want and then it exists, just like that, in a moment. It’s something I have been perfecting my entire life. I create these elaborate illusions in my mind, and I try my best to depict them with paper and pen, but never successfully giving credit to my mind proper. I could never depict the images entirely, nor will they ever fully exist in this world, but they still in exist in mine.

It’s a difficult concept to explain to others, but I still attempt to put it out there. I think one day, one hour, in one day, into one morning, into one idea, into one daydream I will completely surrender myself to the concept of fiction and give happily into an idea about a world different from this. I will walk there for hours, or days, or years and find myself complete by finding stillness in the creation of something I have been building in my mind for years.

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Not crazy, from the rest,

Not that it be any lest,

It’s just an idea unlike the rest

It’s just a concept that my mind is fond to test

The world behind our eyes

Is nothing but reality in a muted guise

I could try and bring you into my dreams

But believe me it’s much more difficult than it seems

I have tried for years to create it with ink and paint

But the self creation is much too faint

One day, a day not far from now I will take you there

First I have to find the address and ticket fare

But once I arrive, and I settle into something that has been mine

Once I settle into a dream, that I have created over time

 

You won’t be finding me around here much more

Because where I am going there exists no doors

 

No ceilings, no roofs, no floors, no gates

You will only find me cosseted behind my fate

And that locality is something that even I will have to wait

And it is a notion that never is late

Eyes wide, mind open, strong heart

That’s all you need for an effective start

 

It is all about the way you see your world, not the rest

Don’t let reality be your sole test