August 15, 2019 A call to the wild. I reached it. The point of no return. My dependency on the goings-on behind my phone screen reached levels I’m embarrassed to admit to. Hours of precious time were instead wasted for the short-term pleasures that existed online. This day was long awaited; the one that would take me away from this dual-life of mine. I would instead force myself to live off the grid and devote […]
August 14, 2019 For Charlotte. We sometimes think life comes easy. We construct a fabulous vision in our minds for what our future will look like. The details, from the grandest to the most minute, can sweep us away into a fantasy and the time spent pouring ourselves into that will inevitably convince us of its authenticity. Life doesn’t work like that, though, does it.
August 13, 2019 We grow up. Years take from us the liveliness of youth, the wonder of a world undiscovered. Every day that stretches by is another day that saps a mysticism from our surroundings and drives us further into cynical understanding. Must it be that way?
August 12, 2019 I don’t think I am yet at the point where I create content that appeals to the masses but in this moment I don’t really care all that much. Writing is still something I do for fun and the mentality shift from fun to hustle is a slow but steady transition. Anyways, I asked for recommendations for what I should write on in future posts on this blog and was given many […]
August 11, 2019 Me, a Scorpio. Writing everyday is helping ease me into a headspace where turning on the writing brain becomes easier to reach. As soon as I open a blank page, the words tend to flow from fingertip to screen. The difficult and unwavering part of this process continues to be choosing ideas to flesh out with words.
August 10, 2019 A story that had to be told. Fulfilling requests. My life story is anything but your typical fare. To say I have seen some things I never anticipated would be a bit of an understatement. Growing up in Nebraska meant humble beginnings with humble projections into the future. I grew up wanting to be a scientist, fulfilled my college in the allotted four years and returned to my hometown to seek out […]
August 9, 2019 Memories of Poppy. My father’s dad is a presence. Any room that hosts him takes on an air of intensity. You can’t help but watch yourself around the tall and aged statue, sitting upright and dignified as he reads his newspapers, books or sudoku puzzles. His face is downturned not from anger but from the concentration that chiseled wrinkles into his jowels and furrows into his brow. This man is one of […]