Life is a Ship

Life is a ship that sails. It begins off the docks at your first moments of life, and moves forward with no map. For the first few years, there seems to be no ship, and no sea. One may feel lost and confused, and merely at the mercy of others. But it is in fact true that we sail along, at first, unaware of anything, and anyone. Our destiny is primarily determined by our initial experiences, through the captains of our ship, our parents.

Through powerful winds of change, and numerous storms, our parents teach us how to navigate, so we hope; how to manage, and cope. It is their experiences that we trust. No choice, we tell ourselves, we must. Then we learn of the patterns, and we learn of random events that shake everything around us, and bring discord.

We try to seek for ways to bring stability, to read a map with superb ability. To bring about a passage, to bring an end to fragility. It is I that learned to captain this ship, it is I that knows the meaning of hardship. I sought my parents for help find my way. Soon I realized, their path was routed to this route, to this day. I was the result of my experience, my parents’ intuition and their lack of experience.

I am in awe. Of what’s gone thus far, Sometimes I wish I foresaw. But it wouldn’t be life, would it? …If we already knew the draw.

So we sail along, and sail along. It doesn’t really matter if we’re right or wrong. The experience is the destination, and the rest remains in our imagination. Because, life is a ship that sails. Love the sea, love the ship, and you won’t fail.

Beneath The Cloudy Sky… [poem]

Beneath the cloudy sky and the occasional sunlight reaching through, I panic as my role diminishes in this world and nothing feels new. Every step I take is a step too late. One step too many and I am told to wait.

It seems I am not permitted to move ahead. The safest way is to hang on to a thread. No ones arm to bend, and no one to offend. Hoping for the best is the only means to an end. What is this path we are on?

What is this pain we endure? When all that we need seems to be love. But love they say cannot cure. Love thyself, love thyself. Funny thing is, I do love myself. I love who I am. The question is then, why do I
give a damn? I love to be loved. I love to be true. Through this trek of life, it would be nice to hear the words, I love you, too.

3 Easy Ways to Turn Life’s Staccato into Legato

Sometimes in life there are ups and downs. Sometimes there are “downs and downs” and prolonged experiences of frustration and despair experienced by many a day. There are bumps and bruises and beaten up souls, and yet life goes on it seems. What is our role in this movement?

There are indeed several ways one can tackle life’s challenges from the state of Staccato to a more in tune melody of Legato. This musical reference is not without intent as our lives can be seen as rhythmic changes in essence. It is difficult to see such a concept, but like music, we cannot see it, yet we use other senses to enjoy it (be it listening or dancing).

But in this very short blog, I aim to show that we can change the hardship lifestyles we carry and control its rhythms by rewriting the notes and playing it with less attention to the staccato’s of life, and thus eliminating them to form a legato of smooth indifference and joyous melody.

You may be thinking, what the hell is he talking about?

Don’t worry, just imagine that if we were all nothing but a song being played, and life was the singer, wouldn’t you want there to be proper voice? Or, would you rather it was all over the place?

The secret lies in the fact that we all think the staccato is created by life. We all think the noise and beats are drummed up by life itself and the people around us. But the fact of the matter is these sounds are only in our heads. So, the three things to remember are:

1) The Staccato of life is normal, it is to be there so life doesn’t get boring. But if you feel that it is taking over your life, you should try to aim for becoming your own singer and must drown out the life’s noise. This could be through meditation, jogging, yoga, Enya, etc.

2) If you want to achieve Legato, it is not enough to drown out the Staccato rhythms of Life that disturb you. You must accept that there are uneven, unbalanced moments in life that pressure us everyday. The acceptance of the fact that Staccato exists, will make it easier to hear and feel a sense of emotional and psychological Legato.

3) And finally, it is important to know that this is not a one, two, three fix. This takes time and a concerted daily effort. Quite literally, one must listen to calming music, or go out for a walk, maybe to a park (where there’s no car noise or construction sounds) and listen to nature. It is this exercise along with a process of internalization of the sounds of Legato within nature, right in our environment that we can utilize to help us become more peace-minded and at ease with the world around us.

I hope this helps.

Talk is Free, Not Cheap.

Talk is free, not cheap.

I know with these words I’ll make no leaps. And I know y’all don’t give a fuck about me.

They say it’s easy to talk about an issue. It’s easy to criticize, and patronize the one’s that you feel have dissed you.

Fact of the matter is, you gotta fight for life and express yourself and hope, for their sake, only a few have dismissed you.

But then there are days you find yourself in between hurdles. You run around and find yourself only runnin’ around in circles.

You feel oppressed, feelin the aches and pains, and life puttin you to the test

And you, ha, you don’t know the definition of rest.

All the pain inside you is now burnin hot. You gotta raise the issue then hope that you’ve stirred the pot.

You got a whole lot inside but you already know that:

Talk is free, not cheap.

You wanna step outta line, it’s what gives you sleep.

During the days, it’s what helps you leap.

But you know, you ain’t rich and shameless, society says you’re poor and aimless,

All you can do is step outta the way cause’ no one cares what you have got to say.

And you thought your freedom of speech was enough,

saving your day, day by day, off the cuff.

That the freedom to say shit stood paramount.

Yeah yeah,

but what makes you heard son

are the dollars in your bank account.