Hi-ho and hello.
I’d like to wish a happy earth day to all, may we learn ways to rectify what we’ve drained from our home.
Good afternoon, or whatever time it is wherever it is that you find yourself. Pretty sure I’ve got over fatalism a time or two at least in respects to just life in the way things delve into well, this. Two years ago this was an idea, though it was grandiose and obviously ill planned, I kept with it and continued with it. Thankfully I have some continuing readers and supportive bloggers and others like-minded that come back to like and I appreciate it. I am so appreciative of any of the support that I have acquired since I started this, and sadly there has been a friend or two that have been missed, or forgotten, however I strive on and I will continue to do this.
I also had never planned on becoming an amateur editor for Mr. John Walker, and that alone not regarding what I’m doing here is a treasure if not so much more than that. I am more than grateful for everything that I’ve been able to acquire since I truly started doing the things I want.
And this isn’t some nihilistic attitude. It more or less has aligned into following the practices of the Five Pillars for happiness in line with what I’ve perceived from Carl Jung.
We have an insurmountable range of choices every single day, and I have made sure that every day and on and on, I continue to strive for not only lights, being good, but striving and doing the things that I have always wanted to do. And as a reader you may think that means jumping off the empire State building with a parachute, flying an airplane, hunting sasquatch, meeting famous people, but it isn’t. Don’t get me wrong those things would be nice, but since I was a kid I wanted to be a dad, to be a husband, a good cook, writer, artist, and singer. With the addition of any other things that contributed to what I just listed that I found that tickled my heart and brought me to life. In my past I’ve made some decisions that still have me kicking myself for being so damn foolish and impulsive, but again, we can choose to learn from these deliberations, or continue to make the same decisions that have brought us problems again and again. I choose to make a choice that brings change, light, and betterment. I just need to get the gumption to say no with confidence in my inflections.
And that’s why I am writing today and also with the intention of kind of leaning into the first pillar for that of the mental space that we need to make sure we coax into accepting our changes for ourselves. As a husband, and dealing with the 80% leave her the f*** alone and 20% be there when needed, I try diligently to walk with my shoulders strong, head high, not letting the dichotomy dichotomy of the household relationship for both my wife and I to be cordial.
I believe the biggest importance of maintaining wellness whether it’s in body or mind takes on a calling for the perception of how we let the world around us affect us. I can choose to be miserable, I can choose to be anguish, or like many of us, honestly likely most of us, it seems that we know we can choose to be happy for the loves that we have, the people that keep us warm, and the love we hold dear. It’s a choice, and I strive to aim towards a more genial and positive outlook.
Now, about Forget-Me-Naught, Pt. 1 REDUX
So for one it is a meaningful expose for that of a person aiming to do right with every effort leading towards detriment. It’s an egregious telling of choice and consciousness in our efforts. Are we always so sure what we’re doing is the best for everyone? Or is it just the things quietly and subconsciously wanted? Is it the white lie we tell ourselves doing this into thinking happiness is right around the corner? I want to journey through that investigation, what created the chaos that the detective Rachel is trying to pull from joel, what is the box in its entirety, and if he’s admitting about the death of his own brother but denying that any of the three that are known to be dead are solely due to his choosing and his action, what are the details? And this is something that I would love to eventually encapsulate the titled site name Dream Dark Stories.
On a weekly basis, likely Sunday night/Monday morning, there will be a new part to Forget-Me-Naught. And though I have some ideas about the detective and having her own story outside of what we’re reading in Forget-Me-Naught, any other additional story that isn’t to do with Forget-Me-Naught, is going to drop sporadically. As for now I’m still trying to build up a bit of a base and some more supporters but still leading with the intention of wrapping up a small anthology collection of whatever it is I’ve provided within the last year.
And with that I bid adieu. May your night, morning, day be forever grace with light and wonder.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I truly would like to take a moment and thank every single person that has come to read, has come to take a gander even if for a minute, I am grateful and honored to know that I’m at least doing something enough that it calls to someone. And I thank you for that I do wish you a blessed day, or night.
Nosce Te Ipsum
Dream Dark Stories 