It’s not life…..

Sometimes life really gets to you or does it?
Isn’t it more like your mind head fu**ing you.
Isn’t it more like you drive your own self to the point of despair, to self-destruction.
You think, you think some more and then still some until your mind has twisted and turned and spiralled out of control.
If only it would stop and maybe than we can all see logic, see the truth and begin to except it.
It’s not life that FU**S us over, our own minds that are our own worst enemy.

Letting our stories loose on the world

imageBlog – why???
We blog because we have something to say, whether it is personal, commercial, or otherwise. It could be kind of therapy, a job, a passion, inspiration, it can be anything you dream it to be.
With blogging, we let our stories loose on the world.
We put ourselves out there to be measured against others and we take responsibility for our point of view.
Sometimes we all get stuck for new, good ideas and worst of all, we think of the perfect blog while drifting off to sleep but it’s gone in the morning. (I must remember to have a note-book by the side of my bed)

Often I hear a piece of music, some lyrics that touch your soul, and my heart sets alight and creativity fills my soul and I imagine something breathtaking.
This feeling, moment in time is the beginning of my next adventure/blog post. The creation unfolding in front of my eyes.
The page becomes mine, my mind is whirling with magical ideas, not just in writing/blogging but in so many different ways, creating, work, life.
These feelings are the beauty of life.
We are writing our stories with every action, movement, feeling. We are making something wonderful . We are leaving memories in people’s hearts.
We are alive, we have passion, we are our own legacy.

I have been looking

imageAll my life I have been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, I was naïve.
I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.
It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with……
I am nobody but myself.