Work out an answer

Never before has it been more evident to me that I need to do something. That something is everything but it might just be nothing.

 

Ever since I was young, I never found it advantageous to force the issue on things that I really wanted. Much of that is making sure you are absolutely prepared for whatever it is your getting yourself in to. I’m making it my goal to try and transform and recreate what it means to be fully prepared.

 

 

And so in the spirit of that, I’m willing to say that I no longer have a year to figure out what I really want to do with my time and yours. Total preparation doesn’t come before choice, sometimes you need to just go off what you already know and thrive off your instinct. Not merely on impulse but more so on what you know is “the right thing”.

 

Mookie did it, I’m not sure why you can’t do the same.

 

“I just woke up but I’m still not sure

I thought it would have taken the grey to color

Can’t change what you don’t really know

But you can create what you can change

Work out an answer”

SL

Whys it always gotta, feel like rain?

Alright, Alright

It's been some time and for a reason. Last time I checked in, Rockstar's and Pike Place was flowing through my veins and aside from that, something somewhat special changed, or happened for that matter. I am coy about this change, so maybe ask me sometime.

Bringing me to my completely unrelated point. It's this: it has become readily apparent that things just aren't as fun when they work.

I like the idea of having to slap some greece onto your faulty chains to keep plugging. A pit stop sounds good every once in a while. I like the taste of bitter, just a simple indication that the sweet is somewhere, slowly behind. But there's movement. It's coming.

However, I don't think it has to come. Static is possible and is sometimes all too real. I find it easy to hit that groove, and kick up your feet and be satisfied with GOOD.

I'll let Kanye disagree ("giving up is way harder than trying"), but take with you the strength in knowing you can fall asleep and hit the ground running 8 hours later, regardless of where you are in your battle.

Breathe on, feel the wind. Today doesn't have to be like yesterday, but yesterday can also be the power in knowing that today is better, and tomorrow, will agree.

SL

http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzLAUOl6hqA

Getting off the island...

I'm tired and I have a lot to share by way of blog but i just need to get this out while i still have my sensibilities pre-finals week.

we're all really just on an island finding a way to get off,

the guy who cuts you off on the 10, the woman who doesn't know if your in line at starbucks but cuts in front anyway without a word, and the guy who doesn't clean up after himself on someone elses terms...

everyone is trying to find a way off

theres two ways to do it:

you either find a way to 1.) build a boat for one or 2.) build a radio to get everyone home

in a non-Jehovah way, i'm workin on building a radio

much love,

SL

Check your ingredients...

Let me start by saying it would be hypocritical for me not to root for the other guy, so i'm rooting for the other guy.

Thats the groundwork. I wanna be quick, like the chocolate milk, and i wanna be succinct so i'll get right to the point: the only thing real about advertising, is the reality that nothing about advertising is real.

Institutions under the pretenses of morality, service, leadership, and character somehow find a way to, in their advertising and fund raising approaches resort to immorality, disservice, compliance, and dishonesty. (These institutions can be schools, non-profit businesses, healthcare, legal practices, etc.)

 

So for you who find it easy to slap on "a fake ass facade that [you] can't keep up", check your ingredients, before you overdose.

(the love is still there, i just had to get this off my mind, i hope you feel what i feel.)

SL

Take what I got, and I got what I take...

this needs to be said. 

Well, this and more, but i should start by pathetically, albeit confidently claiming that someone has tapped into my dome. It's that, or what I read seems so right, to the point where it has been my own and it will be my own. That's where it becomes a straight shot of Bacardi 151 sized encouragement. To feel like a direct line is tapped into another persons ambitious intelligence feels good, and because of that, i'm not offended. I have always and always will root for him. He will go unnamed, but if you keep up on me enough, i'm pretty sure you'll know who and what I infer.

To comment directly on his coattails, it's really all about us.

It's not about the strength an individual has in their weakness. It's not about living as to hide that weakness. But it is about this.

It's about a young girl from Louisiana who dreams of people knowing her name. It's about her ambitious attempt to rise above and around her obstacles that are as follows; an alcoholic abusive dad who can't stand her mom, a mom who can't stand imagining her daughter not making her a buck, a childhood that consists of make-up and dresses instead of making cakes and dressing dolls. It's about that same girl who gets off on the reaction, which when elicited, only is attractive to a bigger reaction. This is about her children who grow up being chased by countless vultures, Canon's in hand, to turn a buck. It's about her.

It's about a man who's heart is broken after letting his heart break for someone. It's about his idea of the ideal, that hopefully one day he'll find that the ideal should be his idea of the ideal and not someone else's. 

It's about the guy behind these words, who knows that when he finally gives himself a chance to try something right, he'll be able to feel absolutely satisfied. In that satisfaction he knows that the reader will believe, and as an effect, the mother will believe, and the brother, and the father, and the barista at Starbucks who hears something good while at work in San Dimo CA, and unfurl, reality to the world. It's about his confidence that keeps him in check from cockiness. Believe him, trust him, but challenge him.

It's about the girl who never fits the mold, and never finds the gold, cause silver seems good enough. (It's not bad to quote yourself) This is about simple math: take the self out, and you have pure and mighty consciousness. When adding the self back into the equation, it makes things "toxic", something this generation really buys into.

And so to that i say live love. Find a book you'll never, ever, read again and turn to page 45. Rock the boat. Take a trip down memory lane, only to create something the future needs. We need you, he needs you, mom needs you, your sister needs you. Run. Sit in an empty place and write. Tell yourself you will care more. And like my mentor said first:

root for someone else.

And overall, be sad when your sad, be pumped when you're filled with excitement, and smile when someone makes your heart beat a little faster. Try wearing your heart on your sleeve. 

Real rubs off fast and hard. I'd love for this to be the final equation of our generation:

(self-consciousness/self-consciousness) + real = love + (consciousness/consciousness)

facilitate that.

much love,

SL

Listen to the shivers in your head...

It's easy to say its hard to find, but it's there...ipso facto...persistence pays.