Sorry im late

I had an outlet to, let

Between hours or minutes I could not differentiate

Quiet as kept

If I wouldn’t have then even jesus would have wept

I ran in that room and immediately sat

I had already begun

Sometimes it be like that

No control when it starts or when it gets done

Iam now stuck for who knows how long

I could only just hope the paper was strong

In this seat, my butt was set

I know the ring around my moon will be very bright and strong

Any air at all is as good as it would get

I get more comfortable as the seat warms up

At my most humble, no nose dare I turn up

I rest my head on my fist as I enter into that zone

Wouldn’t have it any other way than me being all alone

Sitting on my self declared throne

Trying not to rush as to avoid blowing that horn

Sometimes quiet or squeaky and sometikmes bom bom bom

I am feeling relieved now and free to think

So I thought maybe I could write this little ssong

Im feeling cooll like the underside of the sink

Nobody can convince me that any of this is wrong

Not gonna be emberassed when eyes meet those of the next person I see

Im gonna shamelessly wink and confidently smile

I feel so very light and refreshingly free

I could effortlessly run a couple of miles

But I see you and I would rather hang here

Happy that you’re brave enough to still stand near

Ignoring disgusted looks, having no fear

You are one of the best friends I’ve had yet

Im happy that I can tell you about my movements the rest of the year

Im only a man and I had no choice! I was stuck on the toilet!

What is the real purpose of societal structures?

Idealists are too close to being daydreamers to be taken seriously. Most of our societal structures consist of ideals of what a good life, family, and population would look like. It is not always realistic. So why do we see these ideals as realistic goals?

I see the benefit of the rebels in any given society now. They remind us to check in with ourselves about what it actually looks and feels like to have a good life for us in particular without any input from society and their one size fits all framework. People have willingly gone along with this type of thinking because it is very easy to perform a character assigned to you as opposed to getting to know the real you, deep down inside. It is easy to adapt to behaviors and thinking patterns out of perceived obligation to your peers and society as a whole. Refusing to listen to our yearnings and questions that remain unanswered because it is easy to listen to someone else. it takes away the risk of discovering things for yourself. By way of survival, it seems smart. You can believe their perception of the experience and remain safe. What does that realistically do for our evolution though? We remain stuck with possibly outdated information that we continue building our society around.

All to avoid fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of failure, and sometimes fear of succeeding. Was fear meant to be a deterrent? Were we supposed to take fear as a sign to stop and turn back. To give up on what we were seeking to find? Fear throughout history has a different effect. I believe our ancestors used fear as a catalyst to really live. It showed them where they must explore more. Where to become brave and push through. I think it nagged at them day and night and proved to them that there would be no way around facing it. There was no one to advise them of a shortcut or an easier way. Everything being so new, was yet to be discovered. Imagine how many things are still yet to be discovered because most of us stay where society says we will be safe and happiest.

A lot of us are not happy there though. We feel something other than fear. I stress that is overwhelming. A feeling of being trapped. Like a puzzle piece being jammed into the wrong spot by a toddler. I looming feeling of failure and pressure. This is because we are waking up to understand that something is not right. This is our bodies alerting us to the fact that we can not and will not conform to these “norms”. We begin to fight it unconsciously. These feelings are very bad for you, and they literally make you ill.

Fear is healthy. Fear gets you motivated to achieve things that you never thought you could and to discover the most amazing things about yourself and the world around you. Appreciate your fear. Choose it over the stress and anxiety of trying to fit in but being unable to because you are uniquely you. That YOU is your savior! It is born only from fear!

What do you suppose there is to do? When someone makes you feel less than used, do you feel the need to sue? Yes they rejected the best parts of you. Remember that quality will never ever loose. So why does it feel so bad, even knowing that they may have simply been too uneducated to correctly choose?

Recently, theyve made sorrow and pity-parties a new fad. If you pay attention, youll find that you know better than that. Being stagnantly miserable and vocal all while determined to be social is a horrible combination. How will any of it solve their afflictions?

Maybe all there is to do is genuinely BE. Make who you are impaortant and not who other people see. Maybe then feeling better will come naturally. You wount take certain things personally. Their problem was never you. They need an extra character to maintain their victim point of view. They need someone to play less than in their “better-than-you” scenario as well. They wont imagine life without that , they simply cant. They choose these things to see instead of asking themselves what it is that they truly need.

When is time taken to get to know and therefore love themselves?

You on the other hand are a nurtured flower in bloom. You have done the work and it shows. They might not have ever even planted the seed. They are so content in gloom. Your truth is too bright and they cant concede. The first instinct is to fight you. Even though it is only a positive trait that you possess. Its too foreighn even though it is showing them to the medicine they may actually need.

Self love and acceptance is the only way. No matter what otheerrs do, youll always be at your best and if withing those parameters you stay. True friends who have learned these lessons the same, will find you and never go away.

To live is to fail again and again. Repeating the process of trying something new and failing means to live.

Most people maintain that the goal in life should be to end up successful. I think that it is nothing to have a fairytail and miraculous ending if the “movie” was bland and boring with no substance. Failure is art, it is beautiful, it is necessary. It is easy to miss out on the beauty of failure because the process of growth is so very ugly sometimes. But within those failures is where all of the active parts of life take place. That is when you are really living. All of the moments most cherished. All of the times where your emotions were most felt. All of the instances where you happened upon self discovery. These things usually only grant you prescence surrounding failures.

What if, success could only tell you that it is time to quit. What if it should only realistically be accomplished or realized at the end of life. Never during. Sometimes people try so very hard to accomplish something that they could never truthfully enjoy. Life is constant learning, evolving, and changing. Success as an absolute state couldnt be possible unless you chose to remain the same. Even then, life happens constantly all around you so what you consider success today may not be that way another day.

Live life fully. Fail. Learn lessons. Grow.

Success already belongs to you. Everything has an end. Be present, so you can see that life has more beautiful gifts for you throught your successful life.

I try to follow the rules.

I have listen to advice when spoken.

I have practiced controlling myself.

I practice looking straight and not behind.

I ignored those random tugs and pulls.

I remember what it was like to find

That i had no one else.

I realized there was something calling

Only I could hear it and no one else

I beat down locked doors till broken

I had to keep going until i was next to the sea

When I saw it from this view something awoken

I needed to follow it closely

I needed to keep my eyes on it

Always attentive so I could catch all that would surface

I always searched for it even if I could only catch a glimpse

I had to stay within eyesight

It was the safest place

This way I could hope for freedom and maybe try

Freedom is not the same for me.

Everyone knows my name

I am loved by most but some use and abuse me

Even when they do not know what all i contain

I am lovely when I am tame

When i get angry the world learns quickly

I know that after each time I must get a new name

I clear all the problems away too swiftly

That is what, what is left of them say

I am contained in one place

I am expected to stay

Even when visitors leave useless things behind

Introducing me to the feeling disgrace

There are also those who try to keep away the unkind

Those who look have ill intent to all that I create

Some come to dump their loathing and self hate onto me

Emotionally and mentally, my depth is treasure to find

I only always hear that Im beautiful no debate

They never truly look to see

There are unlimited mysteries

I look back at my life as if it were a series

Many events beginning with high hopes

Most ending like ships of ghosts abandoned

I bet you did not know that loneliness floats

Always in view reminding me that it must be examined

I watch the water from a landing

I notice how the reflection shows everything that can be seen

Acting as the biggest mirror around

That must be exhausting.

Except i do not see me.

I am the sea.

The sea is me.