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Month: May 2023

The Sun’s Hand [Poem]

Published on May 10, 2023 
Love is the sun's hand
Reaching into cornered darkness
Bringing light where light
Has no path of its own

Love is the sun's hand
Warming frozen beings
From long harsh winters
Weathered alone

Love is the sun's hand
Lifting broken hearts
From battlefields of hate
Left to mend on their own

Love is the sun's hand
Building places of refuge
Places of connection
Places for those cold, hurt, and alone

Love is the sun's hand
And you are the hand
Of the sun
Warming, reaching, lifting

Everywhere the sun alone
Can not

P.s. You can read more of my thoughts on love here.

The Rest of the Way [Poem]

Published on May 9, 2023 
I never understood the idea
Of fighting to keep
The ones you love
From walking away

If life leaves you
With a choice between
Them and away
And you choose away

Wouldn't fighting for you
To instead choose to stay
Be selfish and unloving
And only cause resentment

The rest of the way?

I say honor their decision
And deepen your response
Love doesn't possess or keep
Love paves the way

P.s. You can read my other poems, that I occasionally write, here.

Insist On Fresh

Published on May 8, 2023

No day should pass without fresh content for your mind to wrestle with.

And no, I don’t mean social media posts consisting of selfies and superficial intentions. I mean content that’s been carefully observed and documented within the pages of a book, scenes of a documentary, or bites of a podcast—starting, maybe, with the highest rated ones.

There is too much certified fresh content hidden with pages, scenes, and bites that’s just waiting to paint color inside the sometimes graying and dull walls of your mind. Not because we’re graying and dull, but because we prioritize too heavily comfort and oftentimes unknowingly submit to a type of color-draining redundancy.

We must insist on something fresh every day. Whether that comes from new experiences lived or past experiences shared carefully from others. Otherwise, gray becomes our reality.

P.s. I share fresh insights daily from the pages, scenes, and bites that I consume. To read those, you can bookmark and check-in regularly with this page.

Time is Made

Published on May 7, 2023

Note to self: Time isn’t found, it’s made.

That important thing you always put off until later… to a time when you’ll find “more time”—is an illusion. It’s nothing more than a distractionary tactic of your mind to avoid doing the hard thing(s) now. This is what I’m reminded of tonight as I sit here writing this, at the end of my weekend, with a list of three other tasks that still need to get done because I assured myself earlier this week that I’ll have “more time” to do them all this weekend.

Time isn’t found later—it’s made in the now.

P.s. In case you missed it, you can read the best of what I posted to MoveMe Quotes last week, here.

Spoken Passion

Published on May 6, 2023

What’s something you could speak passionately about without needing to prep?

Could that become something you write passionately about without needing to prep?

The thing about the latter is that it multiplies the strength of the former—they are not the same process.

Writing is talking typed… then edited.

And the thing about spoken passion—that has also undergone a careful process of editing—is that there is essentially no more powerful tool for influencing a socially interdependent society.

Want to make a difference in the world? Your world? Start here. With where your deep-seated passions already lie. And slowly iterate your way to a clear and unquestionable conviction that you would be thrilled to share.

Seasons of Optimal

Published on May 5, 2023

I obsess over finding ways to do things optimally. If there’s a way to save even a pinch of time, energy, or money… I want to know about it and I want to make it a part of my lifestyle asap.

Because of this obsession, I have a very redundant typical day. I have optimal:

  • Sleep and wake times
  • Chore and personal care days
  • Workout strategies and regimes
  • Eating windows and food choices
  • Work flows and compartmentalized work times

…If there aren’t any extenuating circumstances or unique variables in the day, I could very well live the same day, day-in and day-out without missing a beat. And I would be totally fine with it because in my mind, I’m doing things in an optimal way… why change things to a less than optimal way?

…Here’s the catch.

It isn’t very long until an extenuating circumstance intervenes or a unique variable interrupts.

These past several weeks in particular have thrown my normal, redundant schedule for a loop. I’ve travelled to California and Pittsburgh; attended Martial Arts tournaments and music festivals; slept in cars, at friend’s houses, and in hotel rooms; etc…

Optimal exits the conversation real quick under circumstances like these.

And what I’ve had to remind myself these past few weeks is that optimal doesn’t have to be defined within the confines of one day. Optimal can be defined within the context of seasons.

Some days you reap; some days you sow…

Some days you produce; some days you recharge…

Some days you get it all done optimally; some days you’re better off optimizing for one thing in particular based on the season you’re in… like sow, recharge, or rest.

W-O-R-T-H

Published on May 4, 2023

Today, while typing a quote to be uploaded to MoveMe Quotes, my eyes saw “W-O-R-T-H” and my fingers typed “W-O-R-K.”

Normally, typos are no big deal and are fixed just as fast as they’re made—but, this typo hit different. It almost felt like a message being sent.

For context, I can type fast—about as fast as I can read when I’m uploaded quotes from books or other sources. Which means typing is largely an unconscious task for me. I don’t have to think about where the “K” key is or the “T” and “H” keys are… my fingers just know after having punched them a bajillion times.

Which makes me think… did my subconscious take momentary control over my fingers to illustrate a point reminding me not to tie my worth too intimately to my work? Was it a signal that I’ve been devoting too much time to my work endeavors and that I needed to do other things that fulfill my feelings of worth as a person?

…Or was it just a stupid typo and I’m overthinking this whole thing?

I digress.

P.s. For those who aren’t aware of the insightful depth and/or communication methods of the subconscious, read this.