a writer

i have been many things, but always a writer. even before i told myself i was, and even when i wish i wasn’t. less so when i’m happy, because it is hard to do anything else when you’re happy other than be that way, let alone to write.

precarious action

i wish to treat 
serious matters seriously,
and have the power to do so,

though i was born
into trivial circumstances,
while my understanding
of both “serious” and “trivial”
are relative and perhaps misguided,

so that acting
is a precarious notion

THIS IS IT

THIS IS IT, THIS IS IMPORTANT – control your mind, do not let it run rampant with its thought, in idleness focus only on the breath, focus also on the beauty outside of yourself and on people especially. 

This is the key to avoiding the depression of your ego trapped in your monkey mind; mindfulness is everything, consciousness is everything.

Remember what it was like to be focused outside of yourself on your environment at 2:30 in the morning and then what joy came from opening your window and smelling fresh air, let that gratitude and focus exist outside of yourself in the fresh air.