Dream Dark Stories

Tag: opinion

  • Day Two Hundred & Thirty-Six, August 23rd, 2024 and Prompt Soup #0.22

    What motivates you?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    It’s the fire beneath my ass. Or maybe it’s the knowing my health has a ticking time bomb,  damn, scratch that, it’s a wanting and a knowing that if I stop, I fail.

    Yeah, that’s what it is, it’s knowing that if I stop, I fail as the writer I want to be and the writer I am.

    Dancing dandelion, tufts soar amidst the boy dancing with the wind and swaying with the trees.

    But what motivates me is my child, my being, the fact that I get to live, and the grace that I still have the benefit of having my mind and having the knowledge to use that mind and share whether it’s a knowledge or just a feeling, I get to share that and I hope that those who read know that I never am coming with malice I simply am sharing my opinion. And maybe it’s like the  known adage ‘everybody’s got an opinion and like an a****** they all stink.’ but you know what so is life and like life we have those moments of smelling like s*** and moments of smell like roses so take what you get and you make lemonade why not. You have One Life to Live. Why not make lemonade with the tools we have? Why not make something delicious and beautiful?

    I may not be beautiful what I say may not be beautiful but I hope the poetry hit somewhere and I hope something that I say affects your heart in a positive way and with that…

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be beauty, your night be gorgeous. And may your life be wondrous. Thank you for being you and thank you for staying awesome.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Forty-Five, May 24th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So today may be a bit testy, to address pillar one and two of Carl Jung’s goals for happiness, I have some thoughts.

    And these, hopefully are well received thoughts.

    Now, to say that one should figure out who they are first, to then find love, successes, and to start dreaming, knowing who you/they are and understanding who that is, is certainly a fundamental aspect of life. However, it’s not something that can be figured out in just a day. It’s not something that takes or can be figured out within a matter of a week or two. I feel a lot of us rush, and a lot of us aim for adulthood, being progressive and moving ahead quickly enough that you’re not falling on your face. I feel that a lot of us are kind of in this perpetual ouroboros that has the same effect, that end, that same start, again and again. And then we just keep choosing to see it as something else because we don’t want to make the steps of change.

    Because the matter of fact is, life is time consuming and life is time. Everything takes time. This means those people you love, the people that you’re close to, that you’re tight with, it is time that you take the time to know who they are. To know who you are because of them, to know how you affect them, to know that you matter for them towards them and about them. And this isn’t some kind of manipulative psycho baby reindeer kind of way, it’s just a matter of showing the people that matter, that you give a f***.

    I don’t know, there’s something that matters there in being present, even if just for a moment. Saying hello, maybe giving a quick hug, hand shake, blowing a kiss or signing thank you at one another. There’s something about that personable transaction among people that gets me giddy. How could it not? The world, as dark as it’s been lately, is a cherished piece of life, and chance, hope and prospect, and I hang to the virtues that are within these because I think humanity can be good, but I also feel that it’s a matter of opinion. A matter of wanting it or denying it.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you kind readers and supporters, til tomorrow, may the night and day be blissful, cherished and bright!

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & One, April 10th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    So this damn MS is the degradation of the myelin sheath (that’s the shield component that’s wrapped around the spine and the nerves). In essence what is happening currently and daily, hourly through life the myelin sheath is eating itself away, making it where all the nerves around whichever areas are highly impacted, they get damaged and die.

    So a couple months ago I panicked and somewhat demanded my neurologist to set up some scans and double check to make sure everything’s good. The reasons why was due to my face starting to get droopy, my gaite was changing, my sense of time, and conversation, a finding the right words… it’s become more difficult and more difficult.

    What I find humorous is when you go and do appropriate research, the findings for testing of Ocrevus are adequate to the ordeal it addresses. Positive, most definitely. However there’s the John Cunningham virus (JCV), a type of human polyomavirus. And when using Ocrevus and a myriad of other medications for many different purposes, the JCV can be reactivated for those who test positive. Guess what?

    That’s me!!!

    I am positive for the JCV, I am noticing a large amount of changes, enough that I’m needing to have my cane around, a lot, and it doesn’t seem the MS is slowing…yes I lament. It is something that sucks much more than you can comprehend and I don’t mean that rudely.

    Thing is I’m very proud of the strength and ability I have to provide for my son and my wife, and more and more it’s getting hard, it becomes a struggle to communicate appropriately and in a sense of old manner that can be understood, and I’m starting to lose a matter of strength when it comes to having fun with my son playing and roughhousing, wrestling, tickle fights, and piggy back rides. To top that there’s this matter of anxieties and concerns of health, because if life expectancy is cut short, my wife is on her own with our son. And this little guy, truly my lights for everything, is nonverbal with autism, and he needs somebody there, most of the time. He loves the tiny community he has with his parents and the therapist that he enjoys company with and the occasional uncle or two that come by. But outside of that what he loves and truly seems to want every day no matter what is his parents and the idea of not being able to be here for him something that sucks. So that’s again why I’m here to talk about taking advantage of living each day as best as you can and as fortuitous as possible. Live out life as best as you can.

    Playlist #0.5

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I truly hope you wonderful supporters and readers have a beautiful day and beautiful night and that life on is beautiful and wondrous.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Fifty, February 19th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Stuck Pt. 1 will be dropping later this morning so do jeep an eye out. There are a few additional art pieces to aid but they initially are my own, though I did use Dream.Wombo.AI to aid in progression for what I made and using prompts, it’s based on my art, with the aim of my words.

    Now this is where I feel I may not share a distaste as much as others do when considering AI. I do have MS, and it does help with keeping focus, cleaning portions of what I had envisioned and what was wanted for the end. This is a piece of my support and why, I use AI for pieces still in production and likely to be 100% different from the original piece used for the wombo.AI.

    What I like about the physical works I’ve created is the flaws, it’s the minor additives to the whole product that creates a genuine touch of original authenticity to being me, having MS and how the dichotomy between health and disease either create beauty or a juxtaposed route to making sense of being different.

    Now to sharing some art, all self created. All pieces are done with acrylic, either with brush or pour. 

    An Eye In Waiting : M. R. Vega
    HER (Stuck/In Silence) by: M. R. Vega
    A Call to Winter : M. R. Vega
    ? In production : M. R. Vega

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and Good Morning, Good Morning and Good night.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day One, January 1st, 2024

    I woke up this morning realizing that I likely got myself an F, the first F in college, which I find feels … not lovely. And then came the thought about resolutions, the next year ahead of me, and the slew of everything else, health, love, life, the pursuit of.. I guess what we call happiness.

    But before I started thinking about myself, my lovely wife is also in the room, and I asked “you got any resolutions or anything coming up that you’re looking forward to for the next year?” She states “No, I don’t believe in those, I don’t find the sense cuz if you wanted to do it why not just do it why make a resolution? Instead of doing it regardless.” I tried to understand while denying the obvious aspect, it’s the first of the month of the first of the year. In all honesty it is a new year.

    So it does call for it doesn’t it? I guess at least a thought, a moment to think and wonder why do we set resolutions? Why do we choose the new year to make changes?

    Or, is it the fact that the New Year in that refreshing of the spring, that we all know is coming, it does call for change, it calls for growth so maybe that’s what it is maybe it’s that. There’s the idea that within that resolution we’re planting seed or we’re planting a seed to bloom in bounds and be beautiful and how that beauty is shared and appreciated I guess is the point.

    I started getting in to stoicism and while dealing into the philosophy of what it entails I feel we misunderstand the concept. It’s not selfish and a bullish type, it’s a sander and polisher of the actually light fixtures within us enabling the concept and the methodology of how to be a better person not just for ourselves but so we can be better everywhere.

    What’s your resolution? Do you have one, many, books worth?

    As I’ve written in the past my goals and intentions sometimes fall flat sometimes completely disappoint, sometimes never take off and die. With that I am doing what I can to at least journal so welcome. Day one week one month one of 2024 hopefully I won’t bore you, likely I will, I think we’re all prone to bore a Time or two r I will share my opinion share my thoughts come back report refute please by all means like and follow, respond.

    Nosce Te Ipsum – M. Ryan V.