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  • Day One Hundred & Two, April 11th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I’m one to favor the prospects within the scopes of philosophy or better yet, philosophies. Life isn’t made for the dualism, for a right and wrong. Of course this can be argued depending on perception and the likes but there are many a variety to the colour scenes of life, it isn’t just black and white, there are folds and folds of grays that find their own caveats to reinstall an ideology for life and what is and how it’s to be lived.

    I find this beautiful. Call me romantic, what have you, but to think of the more than eight billion breathing, living, and pulsing through each day, the knowledge that each has their own steps, their own mind and matter of will to be made is astounding.

    Since I’ve started my stoicism practices I’ve done some introspective cataloging and refurbishing to my mental space. One of these biggest strides in efforts has to do with happiness. It’s a paradox to start and something that’s fleeting like the moving sun that is always available just not at a moment’s grasp. From my personal journey I’ve found that curating a system or routine has helped a lot in finding happiness, but to my dismay after some further reading, I may be needing a few more tiers to aim for. Which, let us introduce the famed and much  appreciated Carl Jung, a Swiss psychoanalyst that was closely associated with that of Freud. He primarily encapsulates the archetypes, the personas, and a synchronicity of management with life.

    However, he also makes a great case for the group of ‘pillars’ that are needed to strengthen for bettering the grasp of happiness and maintaining a capability to hold it near often.

    With this I am trying to apply those five pillars into my everyday life. As Carl Jung addresses there is this consistent striving for being happy and in that journey there is a noticeable negativity that also is a variable of life and our goal to become happier. But within those emotions this idea of fear and the anguish that takes from that of happiness it’s more a survival method. It’s something that is within our becoming of human that kept us resilient, kept us on our toes, and kept us objectively prepared for things to take a turn, and God forbid for the worse.

    Brooks encapsulates the purpose for that wanting of happiness and how it’s a genuine need for humanity and are striving towards the future with allowing a generous accountability in relating Jung’s perspective on happiness and a need of an existence to happiness. Do you believe it exists or the brief and near spontaneous moments where happiness is? Do you think it’s a matter of the kind and what we perceive to be happiness? Is drinking a warm cup of coffee while silence overwhelms the space of the kitchen happiness? Is there happiness to the monotony of doing the dishes?

    And I think that’s where Jung does a really fantastic job of giving the idea of these five pillars, each of their own design to the emotional value of who and what we are. Then in keeping maintenance of those five pillars they manifest an ability to be aware of what happiness is and how you can attain it at any given moment?

    Jung’s Pillars

    • Good health in Body and Mind
    • Good personal relations, intimate connections like marriage, Family, and friends.
    • Being able to see the beauty of the art and life, nature, being
    • Realistic and adequate standard and satisfactory work
    • A philosophical or religious backing that helps create resilience

    All five of these pillars are things I am very much trying to address, even within my practice of following stoic philosophies of Marcus Aurelius and Seneca, to maintain a grasp on all five of these pillars. The thing I realize I complain a lot about the relationship that I see daily and deal with daily and I’m realizing that I need to apply the Five pillars to myself, and myself alone to be able to create my own personal foundation and better myself and the outcome for everything I do. And in doing this I hope that I can one, revive my relationship. Two, build a better site for everybody. Three, and create a genuine place for art and stories to match what I’m trying to create.

    So to wrap us up very quickly I apologize, again the day and the night have, been, well they’ve been rough, but anyhow I will be addressing each of these pillars through the next coming weeks, there will be some art and I have two stories that I plan on hopefully finishing before the end of the week, and again Jung tomorrow and the pillars.

    I need to take care of my health and get some sleep.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning good morning and good night. Thank you very much supportive readers, thank you very much for your continued reading, thank you have a wonderful one.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day One Hundred, April 9th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello!

    That is one hundred days of being committed to posting within the 25 hours of each day. One hundred days of writing journalistic introspection through the days of life and the pursuit for love and continued happiness.

    Though I’ve made sure to be confidently busy and goal oriented these last 100 days, I felt that time would have become a more fast moving type, something too fast to catch up on being here with my family and raking in stories from the sarlacc pit of my brain.

    Stories I have. And there will be more, but as I stated throughout day one to now and likely what will continue, I really enjoy emphasizing the importance of thinking outside of yourself and being with the people that are close to you and the ones you love. So I’ve been trying to maintain a general 50/50 for what I do for myself and what I do for my family (wife and son). Personally about 87% of the time I feel that I’m doing a great job, the other 10% I feel comes with confusion and not understanding the other person’s perspective or, let us say, objective. And that last 3% that’s my “I don’t know”.

    Point of example earlier today the neighbor who is rather feeble and has fallen a time or two, had thrown a message to me to come over right quick, me quickly moving while the wife is in the bathroom, uttered “I’ll be at the door”, meaning to say “I’m going to go to the neighbors, I’ll be at his door, I’ll be right back”. I was just trying to be fast so I would be back in the house before there are any issues but this neighbor has a motor of a mouth that doesn’t know when to turn off.

    I get back home she’s sternly crossing her arms over her chest subconsciously pretty sure she was tapping her foot, and giving me this look like I’m this piece of s*** child that she needs to keep track of, cuz apparently me stating that thing I’d be back real quick she had this idea that I literally flew the coop.

    To which (I really hope you’re reading) I don’t have the f****** spirit or energy In Me to put that much effort to break anybody’s heart especially yours and especially our sons. I have constantly been in a state of confusion not knowing whether I’m coming or going when it comes to this relationship, so every step I damn make you better f****** believe it’s with intention and it’s with direction to make sure that at least the half of the relationship knows that I did everything within my effort to make sure it was seen, that the effort in making sure my love for her and for him are 100% right there.

    And to top the situation her thinking that I flew the coop I’m already in the house, mind you, she’s standing there still upset, while I explained the situation and continued explaining that I thought that the big moose had fallen again and he wanted to give us some meatballs and sauce . She then asks me later on after needing to get some feminine products from the bathroom, if I know where any of the others are, that she had a bunch in the drawer and then utters “what did you do with the tampons?” she asked.

    Okay now here is where I feel a lot of the time I don’t know what the hell is going on in her head, god if I only could, honestly I don’t think I would want to, especially with a lot of things lately.She’ll issue concerns or issue an idea of what’s actually/not actually happening that is nowhere near reality because this isn’t a CW TV show, and because as I dutifully and very honorably have stated over and over and over again I am right here. Every inch, every bit, for you(her), down to the last iota, everyday till I die.

    Now, I think after so many times and after so much showing and actual accountability and every f****** step, it gets to a point where it is not only tiring but conveniently exhausting and I don’t know if it’s a personal achievement on her perspective goal, I don’t know. And that’s something else I just don’t know, that 3%, this kind of melts in with everything else. I do not know how anything works other than what I’m doing right here, right now. Yes, I know how the PlayStation works, yes I know how the lights work, and all the other items. But what I’m talking about, I cannot make you think anything, I can’t make you decide a decision you’re making, that is not for me to make. I do not write this with ever an intention of making you feel something, I am simply writing. Yes, there are opinions, yes, there are comments, and yes, there is a likely convoluted depiction of life from some guy with a broken brain trying to wrap it together. Again my goal always will be to right right truthfully, right honestly, and with intention. Even if it’s for just talking, just giving a definition of a day for anybody something someone doesn’t matter. This isn’t some fatalistic or nihilistic kind of perspective life does matter what it is is I’m writing because I like writing, I’m talking because I literally have no one to talk to, and this is where I dissolve my worries, this is where I release the gasket of pressures that are inside my soul and burning me down down. That’s what this is and I apologize for the collection of likely off sentences but this is what it is. And apparently this is definitely day 100 since this is the most I’ve talked about most things.

    Whoa, a lot said, perhaps a little, or maybe it’s just showing. Again and life sometimes I just don’t know and I don’t like letting the mind drift into a worrying spectacular exploration of what can’t and me likely never happen, so it goes right?

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night you fantastic and supportive readers. I truly do thank you every time you guys come to take a look and follow and truly inspires for more creation. And given that my masters will likely be digging into psychology I think given I talk about my life and goals for the relationship I have with my wife I think I’m going to start delving into a psychological variable with relating details and how to overcome the difficulties, mind you I’m figuring it out as I go which I’m assuming most of us are trying to do that very thing. Again I do wish you a wonderful day or night and stay safe.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Ninety-Nine, April 8th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I do hope your day is splendid and wonderful and to those who are new to my site or the page or just this post, I have been dropping a daily journalistic and introspective take to what it’s like being a stay-at-home Dad being in school, married, while struggling with MS as it develops and evolves.

    One of my favorite things aside from this and writing is my art outside of school and the enjoyment in expressing whatever it is in my head, because what’s in my here and what I end up putting down are two very different depictions. Secondly, the MS brings on a compilation of colors and effects that I couldn’t have imagined without the MS or at least that’s how it feels sometimes.

    What is below is not all the art that I’ve done through the time and I will be dropping finished pieces within the next week or two but this is more depiction of how I’m faring or how I’m dissolving. Neurologists aren’t all that great with communication and I feel like there’s something to be done with our doctors as I thought they were working for us; you know the patient. But time and time again it feels like that is not the case if ever.

    Hand drawn ’20
    Hand drawn ’20
    Acrylic ’21
    Acrylic ’21
    Acrylic pour paint ’22-23
    Water-colour ’22/23
    Water-colour ’24
    Water-colour ’22
    Water-colour ’22
    Water colour ’22
    Water-colour ’22
    Water-colour ’22
    Water-colour ’23
    Water-colour ’23
    Water-colour ’24

    So if you notice I do start with acrylic, however, until I decided to start really adding water by using Caran D’ache NEOCOLOR II AQUARELLE, there was an element that kept whatever was being created inanimate. So a lot if not most of what is above has an organic element that I had hoped could be grasped. But the other thing is when it comes to faces which if you continue to follow and read throughout my telling of MS and life, the faces mean more than anything else, because the faces, though they depict one thing are usually shrouded, clouded, and covered for the fact that is how it feels here, living, being in my body. There are 30,000 ideas, thoughts, feelings, and emotion through this tenuous thread that I feel vibrates and flows within life but…there are these handicaps that I keep finding in my life and I feel that the more and more I try to convey what’s going on the less of a mouth I have, the less truth can be heard.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night you beautiful cherished and supportive readers, I hope you the best, and I hope to see Good Fortune for all. Till tomorrow…

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Ninety-Eight, April 7th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Sundays am I right? There’s this amalgamation of the entirety of the whole week that built up to that last day or the “Sabbath Day“.

    I know, sorry, I didn’t mean a no humor or slight with saying an italicized Sabbath day, it’s just depending on your preference. Personally I stand from the source a belief in virtue, respect, accountability, and doing the best to walk in the line of light. Now whether that has to do with the angel of Light; Lucifer, or the path of God, or being Hindu. It’s up to you, as long as you respect others and respect yourself I don’t think it should matter as much as we hold weight to mentioning religious values.

    Personally I was raised Christian, and depending on what year kind of the more abrasive of Christian stances, like house to house ministries in Temecula California. Fell away from it growing up realizing I am me and I have my own mind and I can make up my own decisions and I can be the light that I know I can be instead of being told that I was damned and merely a rock that could be trotted on due to well being a teen or preteen during that time growing up. But there are great things that I still get spiritually and a bit emotional about due to the power behind the meaning of a lot of what I was brought up on and with. But again my My Little drop today has nothing to do with it insult to anybody with religious views or perspectives by all means to each their own I do wish you the best, and I truly hope that you bring as much genuine accountability generosity and beautiful power with how we or you treat each person you see day after day after day and how our actions can be perceived in aiming towards being a good person and having that benefit of a doubt.

    And yet I know that they’re comes they need to be a little bit Street smart, know that not everybody is genuine, not everybody has the best site for anything but themselves and some are greedy, some will lie, and others will cheat to get everything they want. To which I have been over and over again mentioning that that is not me and I will be sure to show accountability regardless and always take accountability with ownership of who I am and how I act and what it said and everything. Anyhow the week was long.

    Such a lame blip of s*** right there – ‘the week was long’. It was learning honestly finding situations where there’s truths that neither want to be acknowledged or focus on when it comes to life or relationships. I’m trying to be patient scratch that I am being patient though there is an impatient bone within me that calls for conversing. But the thing is a genuine conversation that doesn’t hold marks of shaming one another talking down to one another but simply addressing the simple matter of facts to what being in a relationship in a marriage mean to the ideologies of being left alone when the expectation outside of oneself doesn’t share that being left alone. And though I know this is wrapped in riddling organization in how I’m talking, relationships especially having to do with marriage come with a odd edge of this tedious tug of war that I think is unneeded.

    I think the biggest thing is if you say you want me, and you say you love me, but you can’t have the patience to but take away your face from the f****** phone in your hand doesn’t mean anything? It’s shown that it does, but then at the other side there’s this avoidance and this very direct and what comes off as an intentional aiming to be so busy that one cannot be troubled to take a minute to talk. To talk for the heart and for the balance and foundation of one another, and I think that’s where I’m starting to lose my footing. And I do get nervous about this losing footing because there is love and I want that love, thing is I didn’t think I’d need to trade who I am and the way I like to communicate and like to talk and need to siphon off my conversing in communication funny that I need to legitimately shut that off and be mute and not be a part of others be involved in my households and the people here but I am expected to shut it until wanted. I don’t know, it leaves me searching for an answer to why and I don’t think I’ll ever get an answer in actual truth to the variable of a relationship and who we are to one another for each other but again maybe I’m wrong, God hopefully I’m wrong.

    Well I think I got a bit emo on this one I apologize, I am going to sign out now and take my planning and see what I have set for the week I will hopefully talk to you guys Monday morning and share some perspectives of what is going on in life. Did you plan on dropping art I will edit the other day and what art was posted in those images, who created them while also acknowledging the credit due. But if there could be a response to if you guys want to see art or don’t or are wanting something specific added, that would be greatly appreciated and definitely help with what I’m trying to curate with dreamdarkstories.com.

    Please and thank you.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night you wonderful supportive readers, I do thank you for coming back again and again either to support or simply take a look. I hope your day is gentle and I hope the night is peacefully graceful.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Ninety-Four, April 3rd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I hope you are all well. 

    It’s funny, you may think I don’t mean that genuinely, but I do, life is too f****** short in this world for us to not show our gratitude, our favor, our respect, and the genuine appreciation for breathing living and making the world go round. Not that humanity has anything to do with the motion of the oceans the sky or anything, well except for those chemtrails, hahaha.

    Anyhow life is too short truly truly truly life is too f****** short for us to get on the high horse and feel wronged by someone so far away they have nothing to do with us write it by justifications or a variable that you were aiming on using as a refuting towards what have you, it’s too f****** short. I tried to live my 24-hour day today as fully as possible the other day I was a bit late sorry. But on the other days like today, I get so enveloped in what I’m trying to do or succeed with that that’s it. And then later on down the road when I’m wanting to do something else I’m realizing I just exhausted the fuel and energy that my body had retained and now I’m just trying to catch up and that chase is equivalent to chasing your own tail.

    Life is too short. Embrace it, enjoy it, be grateful for the air you breathe the water you drink and then sensations that you get to feel every day. I find myself stuck in a house, and I use that language intentionally, I am here because I want to be here, I am here because I want to provide what I can for my wife, for my son, and for those that I can provide for in this domain. It’s not that I am literally stuck, it’s a matter of knowing things that need to be put on the back burner, things that need to be focused on, things that need to be helped or let us say fixed. So I take the time and I put the effort in and I make sure the effort is seen for myself, because really really what am I going to do waste my life trying to make everybody else happy that ever ever going to work for anybody? I don’t know there is a lot in life, a lot in life that none of us know or at least we don’t understand fully, and we have choices to either trust the people we love or at least hope for the best in the people that we do love. Anyhow, I will be dropping some poetry later today some more additions apply to the face I shared yesterday, and I have two short stories however the memoirs I move things around in a really odd way where I really got to fix that.

    Remember life is too short to hate, life is too short to be angry about everything in the world, life is too short to not be able to just breathe and appreciate the fact that you are breathing. How awesome is it, that your body without having to tell itself, is doing everything you’re doing right now without you telling it to, don’t you think that’s amazing? There’s something Beautiful about the mundane, that fine line of reality that can’t be mitigated by us and is simply moving like time, though time is a construct created by man, it’s forever going just as the sun and the moon. For as long as man has been on this planet the Sun and the Moon have been there but I know doing of anything by You Me or any ancestral past it from any of us. How awesome is it that so many of the things in life like a beautiful scene while driving or animals out in the wild flowers blooming insects buzzing birds chirping we have nothing to do with that that’s just life living that’s just living life, isn’t that beautiful? Another reason why I say life is too damn short, embrace it enjoy it live it breathe it and be it.

    I apologize this isn’t someone on a soapbox, there’s just something I don’t see a lot of people enjoy or appreciate and I kept having to remind myself yesterday and hell all through today even of that reality and how simple it is and how graceful I am for being able to wake each day, feel, the pain burning on my back, but there’s a sweetness that is added with that bitterness of that pain and I revel in knowing I’m alive. In knowing that you are alive, knowing the world is alive, this spherical monumentous Rock and its perpetual motion continuing to spin, spin, and spin while you breathe, I write, and we read. How beautiful is that?

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, forever a good morning and good night. And you truly hope you are well, and truly do I hope that your day and night is grateful and effortless in bringing peace.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Ninety-Two, April 1st, 2024

    Hi-ho and Hello

    Happy April 1st, the start of a new month, a tad after the start of the spring but still I think you get the gist,rather related, how about you?

    92 days into my project and I’m just now gathering that my site is shite, and I have a lot to narrow in focus. I’m going to stay home father, student, artist, writer, producer of what have you and I tumble, and I tend to trip over my thoughts and the planning and in doing so lose sight of the projects. I want to share all the music that I journey through on Spotify, I want to share the myriad, scratch that, the loads of Cinema and shows that I enjoy as well as the repeated viewings of stuff that I know gets a lot of flack like Rick and Morty or Corner Gas or Hannibal and I would love to talk about those things. I would love to talk about artists, musicians, and writers. But then I trip and I overthink it.

    Anyhow I’m going to try to do what I can to edit the essay that I have turned that in tomorrow morning after that I’m going to do everything I can to really maintain a set plan for what I’ll be bringing to the blog on a regular what avenues I’ll be peering into and sharing from those and really really trying to wrap up the site into a type of magazine or I don’t know art site op-ed site. Anyhow I am out I have had a long day a lot of cleaning in the house a lot of folding a lot of laundry and I am going to take it easy tonight.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night you wonderful readers and supporters, I do hope that your day and night is peaceful calm and more than gentle. I will see you tomorrow.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Ninety-One, March 31st, 2024

    Hello and Hi-ho

    Happy holiday! That is to anybody celebrating Easter happy holiday. I hope your Sunday is going well mine is filled with goodies, sweets, ham, turkey, and just enjoying the weekend as it is officially the ending of Spring Break. We took the time to enjoy and love the time together.

    To which is something I know I brought up in multiple posts. It’s the being present, being attentive, conscientious, and involved with the people that you’re connected to, the people that you love, and the people that matter. And I know it seems minute, I know it seems mundane, but there truly is something about that, the upbringing of family and nurturing and aiding, hosting, being there for people when they need you. Though there are times where I fail to miss the mark, or miss the moment of opportunity to assist with my wife, my son, and so on, but most of the time I am there. Right there, ready to help, ready to do what I can to make sure the people I love are attended to in a way their lives are easy.

    I feel that I’m there, I feel that I’m doing an alright job. And it’s funny I’ve been so stressed, so overwhelmed, so dreading something that is non-existent and that is an effort that I thought I truly needed to push, and that was in having a job. This is my job. Not necessarily leave the writing on the blog, but being the father and the husband that I am. The payment is the virtue and the knowing that I’m making sure my son’s life is as gentle and graceful to help him through life. And as a matter of fact this coming year fall 2024 I will officially have become his dad – friend as he likes to put in his talker, and his teacher. Which in all honesty, I feel that it’s a good time, he’ll be 12, and dealing with the hormones as well as a myriad of other things growing up being a young man comment I’m grateful that I get the opportunity and time to teach him how to clean teach them how to take care of what is his, his environment, himself, and others. It’s something truly I’m looking forward to and I know this is a weird post on Sundays but that’s how I feel and yeah I’m realizing that I am putting on a lot of weight with this the generalized and very heat archaic ideas that being a man means having to have a job when that’s not what being a man means at all being a man means standing up for what is right when you know it’s right, being there for the ones that need you, and acknowledging failures as well as addressing failures and making sure to pay with appropriate retributions.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. To you readers I truly, truly hope you the best, hope that your day and everything continuing on for you and yourself is beautiful and amazing and I will talk to you tomorrow or at least post.

    Like, share, and follow.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Eighty-Six, March 26th, 2024

    Hello and hi-ho.

    For any of you who are married or have been involved with your partner for over five years plus, I bring a question. How much time is to be allotted for the couple?

    My biggest reason for this being dropped a tad later than I had wanted was due to a discussion that was had on the Tuesday, the 26th, about 80/20 time.

    I was perplexed, and honest, I find myself confused still, and at a divided path for thought when thinking about not just myself, because, well, I can’t, I’m married and it’s not just me in the mix with life and the pursuit. But then comes a loaded question atop the previous; how much time is a partner supposed to keep available for one another?

    My answer received yesterday was 80/20, the conversation went like this: “Could I help with anything, d’ya need anything from the kitchen before I leave the room?”

    “I didn’t say I needed anything, god stop bugging me.”

    “I was just asking.”

    “You asked and I answered, I guess my answer just wasn’t what you wanted.”

    *scoff* “sorry, I wasn’t meaning to annoy, just thought you’d appreciated it if I had asked.”

    “You did and I answered, just stop, you’re bugging me.”

    I became more than rife with fretting and a concern that has been lingering here for a minute as I see the minute inquiries, and small concerns issued are seeming to push and push with little or no friction previously. So I ask this:

    How is this going to work then Love? I want to be here for you helping, not trying to bug, but I want to get a good idea how that looks, one day you want me on you, the next you want me further than a ten-foot post can reach. What is it?

    “80/20.” she smiles thinking it’s nonchalant, maybe it is. Maybe it means nothing. Personally I’m troubled, it’s spring break, and I thought…I thought the week would be panning out differently, thought there’d be moments of us working together, working to be together but no, silence and shushing because I talk too much, ask too many questions and bother enough that the answer is 80/20.

    Perplexed and exhausted. I’m going to go do some research about revitalizing and communication to see what steps to take to try to figure out what the f*** to do. The 80/20 crap has me feeling anxious and lost with what we are, especially now.

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and Good morning, good morning and good night you beautiful souls, thank you for reading, we’ll talk soon.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Eighty-Five, March 25th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Good news, good news, Stuck Pt. 2 will be published at 6:30 a.m. MTN tomorrow morning. Now to anyone reading it wasn’t intended to be what it became, it was going to be a manifestation that was created by the turmoil his marriage and life had developed.

    As of now I’m teetering on two moves. One is changing Mrs. Nogare s story to be a three to five parter. The second move is to create what’s being written in Stuck to be a murder, mystery chase. I don’t know yet we’ll see.

    Anyhow, I hope your Monday is beautiful and the coming Tuesday to be a gift. I hope like to be the same. I’m signing out. Have some memoirs to clean up and more editing for school I need to take off the back burner.

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and Good morning, good morning and good night, may you all have a glorious day ahead of you with grace and gentleness to follow.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Eighty-Four, March 24th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    The story is being edited and I’m running it through my system to which I’ll then be dropping Stuck Pt. 2 later today hopefully by Monday morning but I’m doubting it. My son’s not feeling well, he’s barely eaten, and we’re pretty sure he has another loose tooth, which to be frank, the kid has a really hard time with the face, mostly around his mouth.

    So for those of you who have little kids and are fans of Supernatural, try not to watch the episode where the Dr Frankenstein kind of character is pulling eyeballs out of victims. Apparently, our son saw that episode, and for a good six months was traumatized that his eyes would get plucked if somebody was to touch his face in the wrong area.

    Which in honesty, I took as a rewarding insight, given that my kid has autism and we were told that he’d likely never be able to pick up on sarcastic cues and dramatic euphemisms, metaphors, dream talk, the superfluous addition to having a talk with people who know you, where you don’t need to be politically and completely appropriate with the way you speak. Well, we were told our son likely won’t pick up on those kind of cues, that the way he’ll be taught and learn won’t coincide with just standard and typical communication. So the understanding was it had to be difficult to wade through.

    Though the first three years of working through understanding how to work with his differences and the patience it called for, now him being eleven, it’s come to be a surprise, and every day a gift. There’s a genuine mindfulness I get to watch him grasp through his days. Moments where pure red sweeps over him, but then a breathe, a pause, hands up in the air about to wait down, and he sighs angrily throwing his arms down, stiffening but for a moment. And then a joyous scream and a hug.

    That’s another thing, the books, the conversation around the autism spectrum reflect an idea of solitude and being left alone. There are moments where he calls for a moment alone, playtime to himself for himself, the magnetic tiles to build alone, but most of the time he wants to cuddle, to hug, and follow closely. He’ll kiss his momma, big smooches but then when I ask for when give me the forehead or even a hand. I can’t help but laugh because the meaning is well.

    I’m grateful and I take the time to acknowledge this in being present and with that I’m off to spend some time with the little guy after losing another tooth, he’s a bit lethargic, wish us luck, be talking soon

    C’est la Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night readers, may rest come to you swiftly and peace blanket the worry.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Eighty-Two, March 22nd, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Quote for Thought:

    “Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.”

    –Marcus Aurelius

    Not knowing what your age is, reader, do you feel that you are where you belong? When looking at life, regardless of the age, do you consider you are ahead of your time or are things taking too long? Or is it genuinely starting to feel like things are beginning to fall into place?

    I wouldn’t label myself a fatalist, at least, I don’t carry an illusionary hook to finding meaning with everything…but then again maybe it’s something that can’t be ignored. Life has been heavy with loss, weighted by anxieties, confusion, and feeling more than alone, lately in more areas than realized, I’m successful. 33 and I have a home, a family, school isn’t going too horribly and it’s my senior year, the memoir work, being able to produce what I do and having the freedom to do so. It’s more than a pleasure. So far the monetary gain has been nearly moot but I still love being able to do it. I found that the quote below fits well with the intention and direction I aim toward.

    I think of what has brought me here, what steps have been made, steps denied, and how choices created have brought a beneficial change for me. It is with making sure my intention and personal accountability is attributed with my every waking hour. I try with deep regard to make sure my choices have been thought through, my questions reworked to not create issue and my hopes are that I’m aiming true and sincere.

    Guess that’s all we could hope for right?

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and good morning, good morning and goodnight beautiful readers, I’ll share progress of art this Saturday and maybe drop Stuck pt. 2 Sunday so be on the lookout readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Eighty, March 20th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Good evening readers. Today is going to be a short one. A poem and a painting that is still in production, but given the tooneyness of it, I was wanting to share it here before I post it to my IG account.

    Voice  by: M. R. Vega

    A voice steady and confident, a voice steady with reason. A voice that echoes from history, from the dawn of light, from dark, but does it touch? Does it push and sway, does it recoil with doubt from a conviction that stands resolute? A voice quivers, a frailty, continuous and whining, a voice weak and losing. The confidence waivers, trembles, and slides away. A voice nearly non-existent, weak and weaker, a voice trembles from the indistinguishable darkness, it shakes, it quivers, and slides away to the nothing inside. A voice drifting, a voice, adrift, a voice far away, a voice so silent it ceases to exist. A voice no more, a voice never.

    I like to call myself artistic, I don’t call myself an artist per se however I have made profit off of what I’ve created and continue to create. What I’m sharing with you is a bit of a change as I’m not using a plain base, and background, because like a lot of stories we don’t get that background until we’re a good three or four chapters in, or when watching a show episode 3 or 4, it’s then that we start getting the details to what is driving the force or the character. My paintings, and really any of my art is as original as it can be, I try very hard not to look at other artists and then go and do my own art based off of what I had seen. I try not to pull from anything other than what’s in my head. And honestly sometimes those images either give a very clear image of what’s actually going on with my brain getting eaten by itself or does a good job of relating how I’m actually feeling. So with that long explanation, my apology, I present a work still in production.

    Don’t Miss         by: M. R. Vega

    It’s produced on a watercolor canvas, size 32″ x 24″ using Caran D’ache NEOCOLOR II AQUARELLE. But I’m sharing what was solely two and a half hours of minor sketching without water, and then taking some watercolor brushes and starting again, I am excited to see what I can produce tomorrow, depending on how busy I get, I am waiting for a call and we’ll see. I think the biggest reason I felt like sharing it, is it’s more cartoon than I had intended, I did want big eyes, just not cartoon Looney tunes kind of big, but given the strange screen that protruded from the eye of the mouth kind of sets its own precedence. What are your thoughts? Should I widen the eye? Define the screen base more? We’ll see.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night wonderful readers, may you have a blessed and gorgeous day whether ending or to come.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy-Nine, March 19th, 2024

    Hi-ho and Hello.

    Don’t you think it’s funny that we rely on routine so often, yet when the routine tends to show a hindering of our own creativity, we tend to hate on that routine? With the painful admission and acknowledgment on my planner having to remove my dates for payments, dates for in and out, for lunches, having a scratch all that out I was more than elated to find that I had plenty left to do.

    My Passion Planner

    The above image is of course the passion planner that I use daily, there are days hell even weeks and the occasional months where I completely lose focus and I’m not going to use those images. Hahaha. I tend to kind of take a sharpie to those times and then address at the very end of how disappointing the outcome was for that lack of initiative that I took. This isn’t one of those weeks thankfully.

    After getting fired the way I did, I was flummoxed, I was confused, and more than irritated. I did take care of the matters as best as I thought I could, I really hope I didn’t do it the wrong way. I am talking with a law firm waiting for the investigation to continue and see what ends up happening. To which, on that note, I didn’t think I’d deal with reporting discrimination. Yeah it’s one thing to get teased growing up, it’s another thing to get picked on by family, uncles, and brothers. It’s very much a different reality when it’s affecting not only your person but your income.

    But I’m realizing while looking at readers that continue to come to my site, they’re organized, they are connected to a myriad of social routes that will help them access further readers and touch more. So yeah in my planner there’s a little bit here a little bit there are you dressing some things that need to be done, what I really need to do though is pull my head out of my ass, and really pinpoint the issues that could be helped to make dream dark stories continuing prospect. I just need to do more research, focus more on what will bring Dream Dark Stories to the forefront for my focus and to further my goal while also maintaining how I want to be as a husband and as a father and as a student.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning good night to you wonderful readers may have a beautiful and pleasant day to come or let It be the night.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy-Eight, March 18, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Quote:

    “Difficulties strengthen the mind, as labor does the body.”

    –Seneca

    I take stock of my life, I take stock of what is to come, and hesitantly breathe through the day by day. Difficulties certainly can strengthen, given I’m not Seneca, and personally though I agree with a quote, doesn’t mean it strengthens the mind every circumstance. Life is difficult, and yeah life throws us as many lemon, saw blade, trampoline, dybbuk box, what have you. Life throws us many a variety of circumstances and it is definitely a strengthening when facing these adversities, sometimes though the mind and body tire. Monday my least favorite of the days, I’m faced with challenges, difficulties, and what I choose to do is doodle, and play with my son, play video games together, you sweets together and relax. I’ll put to the planning and the organization to Tuesday I’ll share my passion planner plans and a week’s set of ideal steps forward I guess. As for today I’m going to sign out.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night wonderful readers. May You Have a Beautiful Day.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy-Seven, March 17th 2024

    Hello and hi-ho.

    I will be writing most of the day, my hopes are that I’ll be able to drop this story hopefully Monday morning I was hoping tonight, but given I’ve got some other things I’ve got to have edited, as well as my son and I like spending some quality time with my family, even if we’re completely silent and just staring at a screen. I like taking the time to just be with my family.

    However the thoughts are rambling in my head, I’ve got some editing to do before I drop my story, I have got some reading to do for school given that that course is starting tomorrow and I am more than excited.

    Getting to get into the American narratives and how the puritanical push drove writers especially that of Edgar Allan Poe and how the tropes, and poetry fit steadily into the depths that we find writers like Poe and Jackson with that very subtle effect of using such a gentle tether latched to religion. I’m excited, more than curious about what lessons and what readings will be acquired, or required, I tend to buy a lot of books when I do these courses, let’s see which ones I don’t already have. Be talking to you guys tomorrow I do hope you all a pleasant day and a pleasant end of the weekend and I hope your Monday morning start is beautiful and blessed. This is not a religious statement this is more a spiritual statement you believe in what you want to believe I believe in what I want to believe let’s meet in the middle and respect each other’s space.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night I do wish you all pleasantness and joy may you rest easily gentle readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy-Six, March 16th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    This will be a quick one. It is Saturday I am tired I’m irritated and really hoping that this next week I will actually get contacted from some lawyers about the egregious firing. And I also realize that kids do not talk the way I have Randall’s character talking.

    I know that last sentence mentioned is completely out of left field however I do have a short story that I really really hope after rectifying some language, should be published by end of Sunday hopefully within the day of Sunday.

    From what my wife is telling me students readily talk, they’re afraid to lick you in the eye, they don’t think talking means anything anymore, they shrug, they ignore, or they think the question doesn’t need an answer.

    This is off to me, it’s perplexing in the oddest form, I never thought kids could get to the point where they’re nearly mute. And it’s not that they are mute, they of course talk with their friends, they talk with their peers, they talk with people they like, however for some reason adults are not just an enemy, we’re the paradigm of total evil and neglecting anything that kids are apparently. At least that’s what the behavior and their demeanor shows.

    Which brings a question; do I want to write the way I hope people communicate or do I want to write in the truest faction of this is how people are. My hopes are that people are genuine, people are thoughtful and conscientious. But I have to pause because are humans, is humanity at a point where it’s the general population that feels that way or is it just a few that feel that way?

    Meaning are there loads of people that just hate and are angry and would rather cloud and muddie the waters and get everybody confused and try to stir the boiling and force the mess? Or, and I mean this with true sincerity, is the larger whole, a people that wants to be fair, true, honest, positive, supportive, encouraging, loving, loving, loving, please tell me that there is more of the light than there is of the dark. Because it’s one thing going through the news and reading darkness and reading this crap and this s***** thing that happened to somebody it’s a whole other thing to find out that the world is just heading to that direction and there’s no way to stop it.

    I know the site is dream dark stories but it was meant for those dark dreams that strive in us to find the light whether it be with in dream or outside into the real world where we can actually control it and make a difference whether for ourselves or for others.

    C’est La vie

    Goodnight and good morning, good Morning and Goodnight.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy-Four, March 14th, 2024

    Hello and Hi-ho.

    March 14th, essentially what was deemed a mostly egregious type of storm that coated most of Colorado, left Pueblo free of cancellations and closures. Even the night before my wife anxiously refreshing her phone hour after hour with the assumption that school would be canceled today. This didn’t happen, I woke up at 4:00am to use the restroom, looked outside and could hear the pattering of rain falling from up above, took to looking at the streetlights and road but saw nothing but flowing water in the gutters. Not a blip of snow not a bloop of slush, nothing of the frozen sort.

    Hour and a half later I am rushing myself up with the knowledge that school had not been canceled, needing to make my wife lunch, get my kiddo ready and pack his lunch, it was a messy start to the morning.  Minutes later after the bags are packed, the lunches made, hair brushed and makeup applied the snow came with a vengeance of missed moments of a moist saturation and it dumped like falls in heaps of snow from the heavens, weighing down the lines, the trees, and it wouldn’t let up till long into the afternoon. Then came the usual job search, collection of listings for chores of my own for the day.

    List of Chores:

    Then came the usual job search, collection of listing for chores of my own for the day.

    • Dogs and food, little play time in the snow
    • Breakfast and 30 min, coffee/breather
    • Organizing laundry
    • Washing laundry
    • Folding laundry
    • School planning for next course
    • Read chapter of Holly by: Stephen King
    • Music and art project
    • Little guy care and tending.
    • Dog time again.
    • Dishes
    • Reorganize office…maybe…

    That last one didn’t happen, I wanted to take to the office really really get everything organized but it’s a little guy does a really good job of making sure you know he does not want you to do anything but what he’s wanting at the moment, and in denying you ask for the opportune time of possible outbursts, though they may come with laughter, they sometimes come with violence and it’s not intentional, more just my little guy is frustrated and due to the being nonverbal, he has a very difficult time conveying that he’s mad and why he’s mad. It’s explaining the why that I think makes it easier for him to get irritated.

    The weather happened to be a great cause of irritation for him, especially with being told that he gave me not go outside because it’s too wet, he decided that that’s stupid and asked repeatedly and very kindly to go outside so of course we went outside.

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and Good morning, good morning and goodnight, may your day be bright and night be gentle.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

    Note: had this scheduled but it didn’t publish, so sorry for the late post reader.

  • Day Seventy-Three, March 13th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    The storm is coming, the alerts and incessant warnings for a monumentous blizzard of the last decade are apparently developing as I write, later tonight, the snow will be more promising, as of now it’s gray outside and cold, but the warmth is still lingering. It’s enough that I go out often throughout the day either wearing a shirt with a loose zip up hoodie, but usually just a T-shirt and jeans and no complaints. Not yet that is as of 3:00 p.m. 4:00 p.m. give or take.

    As of now it is midnight 34 and it is raining profusely, there is a bit of a chill however, My worry is that both my wife and son will not be having a snow day likely the last snow day of the school year for the year 2023/2024.

    It is rumored that around 4:00 there will be snow and it’ll be heavy and very wet and very dangerous. But this is pablo, this is the snow hole of Colorado where snow may make it regardless though if it does it’s not going to stay but a day maybe two unless the shade has anything to do with it and then it’s a different story but usually areas where no one is and it ends up going missed and completely avoided.

    My wife and I both assume that D60 would be canceling today, obviously that’s not the case. I should be laying down but I am more than wired because I thought we’d be staying up and watching movies all night.

    C’est la vie.

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night to all of you readers. I do wish you have a wonderful night or day and I hope you cherish it.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy -Two, March 12, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    To everyone that has taken the time to read anything that I post, I do have intentions of dropping a short story that I’m excited for, I have been editing a little bit more than I usually do on these kind of opportunities I take when I write. A lot of time I have it as a s***** rough draft that way, later down the road something pops up it will very much show the edits intended and this one will definitely make it to my anthology that I have planned for the end of the year.

    But on another note since it’s Tuesday I figured we’ll do a quote. Wednesday I’ll do poetry and I’m hoping to get some art up by tomorrow afternoon, we’ll see. I’ve been lazy and dealing with some other circumstances as recently posted so… Yeah we’ll see. *sigh*

    Quote

    “Life is never incomplete if it is an honorable one. At whatever point you leave life, if you leave it in the right way, it is whole.“

    -Seneca

    I hope my life can eventually be deemed honorable. After getting diagnosed years back I became ambivalent to what it meant, what life is and how the steps were to be made for life?

    I think it very much starts with deciding and seeing positivity in life. Yes, there’s going to be negativity, yes things are not always going to go the way we want to it to. In the words of The Rolling Stones “You Can’t always get What You want”.

    No life will not just flow the way we want, there will be adverse reactions, we will be faced with the myriad of adversities that come with living. And with it comes a question every day that we, ourselves, have to ask. ‘What is my purpose, why am I here and where am I going?’ and on top of that you have that question of are you going to decide to be positive today, or are you going to decide to be negative and see everything as an object against specifically and only you?

    Don’t forget though, there are going to be bad days, they’re going to be days that regardless of how much you may want to be positive, there may be some unknown cause or reason that has you hanging on to the opposition, hanging on to the things that drive you wild, holding on to the things that irritate you too much that you can’t just enjoy being. And then, I have to ask though if that is the case, is it worth the energy for you?

    These are daily thoughts for me, not just daily thoughts, but balancing stones that I use through my day or weeks, months, f***, hours sometimes that are used anyway to help keep me focused and I hope through using these questions, the philosophy, and the idea to maintain a positive outlook with a conscientious behavior or behaviors we can make life better. Maybe it’s wanting to change and learn, to be better, is what is honorable, it’s what deems the whole to being.

    Playlist #0.2

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and good morning, good morning and goodnight readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy-One, March 11, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Today is Monday and for the life of me it doesn’t feel like Monday. Woke up with a list of plants, misses ended up staying home and us having to take her over the doctor make sure things are okay. I do hope things are okay, there’s a dizziness though with what she’s doing with that I wish I could snap my fingers and just help rectify.

    Segway sorry, but about Mondays and about how you today started even now while writing this it doesn’t and hasn’t felt like a Monday. And Mondays are my least favorite of days in the week, I’m pretty sure all of us tend to hate Mondays too just because we all know we got to get back to the grind. Sadly there is no grind for me except for you know my typical house duties and parent duties.

    I’m tired. Not tired in the sense I didn’t get enough sleep, or I have too much to do, nah it’s an MS thing. And I’m trying to be a good husband to the Mrs and not bring any issues I’m dealing with to the table. I feel that the focus needs to be turned to her make sure all is well and that she is taken care of.

    However one thing I can’t help, and this is true, sugars and heavy saturated foods like Taco Bell with, try a Baja blast, knocks me the f*** out. And when I say knock out I mean put me in a stupor and just poor fatigue all over my entirety. Depending on the choices of diet in a day especially if I’m not thinking wisely about what’s in the drink, if the sugar is at a volume that my body’s not going to appreciate, my body’s going to put me in the f*** to sleep immediately.

    So from start to end of day I began with thinking that I’d be getting both wife and child ready for work and school, so then making some calls to counselor, doctor, and lawyer, well also tithing up house cleaning kitchen sweeping and putting all of the items in the closet organizer that I should have done over the finishing of it last week however I stupidly thought I was to make it and leave it as is so the misses can put it how she wanted it.

    Luck to that thinking brought my son shoving his giant foot into the bottom panels that were immediately obliterated by his weight, side note they are thin canvas pieces that if not ripped hold well.

    I was in the case we were with the doctor for a chunk of time I have been making sure my wife is good, we did order some barbecue which overall was pretty good. However have ever bought a piece of chicken that you could swear is synthetic, or I don’t know made out of some other type of carbon item that isn’t meat? That was in this meal there was brisket, pulled pork, chicken, three meat choices, some sides, voila. And somehow this barbecue place manages to make chicken come off as fake.

    Even the missus and I talked about it and how it was expected that it would be a a piece of chicken like breasts or maybe a fat thigh, grilled, char marks on it and and sizzling. This was more like a Tyson piece of chicken that you buy when in a rush and when no intention of good flavor is in plan.

    Anyhow, overall the day was okay, I’m hoping Tuesday, tomorrow, that I’ll be able to not only converse with the doctor, not only converse with lawyers, but at least get things flowing in a direction where I know I’m not grinding my face against the pavement.

    I stated in previous posts I am aiming on being as good of a person as I can be, as decent of a person and as kind of a man for my son and my wife on a daily and everyday forward. Sometimes, things are misunderstood, things are misrepresented, things are overwhelmingly thought otherwise.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night my readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Seventy, March 10th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I don’t know if my friend John or my cousin Laura who essentially is his wife now, if either of them read anything that I post on here. It’s not that I want him to it’s not that I don’t want him to it’s more or less I don’t want him to think that I’m taking him for granted taking advantage of him or using him.

    I don’t know why but over the weekend him and I met we talked for a little bit honestly it was rather brief. I say that but of course his daughter was heading down from springs and was going to be hanging out and having a nice little kind of weekend time with John and the family. But for some reason shortly after I got back home I started to feel guilty. And I don’t know why. The thing is what I was initially hired for when I first met John was to communicate figure out what he was wanting with the Memoirs and start helping kind of curate his design. The biggest thing I’ve tried to do since meeting John is one maintaining a voice for creating something that wasn’t there, and an editing to how he is to convey what he wants to share.

    At times we converse like friends, other times we converse like work partners, but for some reason doing this, doing the poetry, telling the stories that I’m also trying to produce here, there is a tiny tinge of guilt.

    I do not know why that is, and the last few days I search within the reasons I carry guilt, decisions I have made that result in guilt, and take to scratching my head. Is it a concept we’ve let religion somewhat force to our beings?

    The gentleman and I are gentle with our words and when communicating over the memoirs and life we tend to enjoy one another and the conversations. So why the guilt? I cherish him, the respect he shows, the talks we have and I hope to still have with him encourage a wanting to strive for my own niche.

    Again I don’t know, I’d love to have an answer for the guilt that still follows, maybe I’ll get my thumb on it and pull it from myself eventually, or maybe a Shakabuku to the mind will be all that’s needed.

    Shakabuku: Def. – a swift and hefty kick to the head that alters one’s reality forever.

    Maybe we all need that time and again to help reassure our aim, help rectify our beings and the model we call us.

    With what has been talked about recently here in focus and aim, I do hope to bring a balance to knowing and being okay with not knowing, with a striving to be something better. Whether for life, others, self, or just being a decent human seems to be a good goal. Why not right?

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Sixty-Nine, March 9th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Good evening, good morning, whatever hour of the day it is and your time good day, that is I hope you are having a good day. I found that I write and realized I don’t know who I am writing to or four.

    I want to help, I want to point in the right direction, I want to do well. Or kindness, something of value, or something that not only has you wanting to see what’s going on again, but has a destination.

    One thing I do like about this, WordPress, the blog, is it is genuinely a journal entry, I wasn’t one to do journaling back in the day, I would do one little journal thing for an English class, thank you Ms. Wolf for that one. And my short story writing was just that. It was short story writing which was myself having fun and having an adventure in my head and putting it on paper. What stories I do write are still that and the journaling is something new. But still the same with instead of just encompassing an hour of a day of a stupid teen now it encapsulates a stupid adult and the parenting, and everything else under the Sun that is mine I guess. But what for? For life, for living, for knowing eventually, and possibly soon, death will take me.

    But the thing is, well it’s true and I think maybe that’s why I’m here…maybe that’s the purpose.

    I have stated in the past and to reiterate, I was a very stupid young man, I was dumb, brash, immature and more than idiotic. One day though, I woke up and I decided I do not want that life, I didn’t want violence, I didn’t want to be a statistic, nor did I want any more negativity tied to me than I had created myself. I slowly started to take the steps to be the change I wanted to see. And I strive daily to be that. But with what I’m seeing in language and reality, I would much rather stay in maintaining positivity and love, with light.

    Essentially that’s how I want to live, it is how I am choosing to live. I breathe In the words of Latin. Memento Mori. Meaning “remember you must die“. And I take each step with intention. But that doesn’t mean I don’t lose focus, especially considering this last week, sometimes focus has to change due to other circumstances shifting needs. Luckily I’ve got tethers to help, factors of my own, writing, art, memoirs editing, and other choices like house duties. And with those I aim in making sure what I do isn’t for nothing. And I try to do this with the mantras of Memento Mori and Nosce Te Ipsum as my talisman.

    To know myself and have the knowledge that life is brief has helped make sure each day has a significant poignancy to it. I cherish the minutes I share with my wife and son. I cherish the time I have with my friend John, my brother Ben and his wife, my dogs, conversations with my mom, books, art, and the contrast of life and the many alcoves that seem to be available at a moments notice for so many shades of perspective and actuality. Life is a conundrum wrapped in a bow, adorned in glitter, dressed with obsidian, and boxed in alabaster.

    Playlist #0.1

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Sixty-Eight, March 8th, 2024

    Hello and hi-ho.

    The day has been drifting, the time inching, and I’ve taken the opportunity to enjoy the present, enjoy my family, and take on as many cuddles from my little boy as can be tolerated.

    But it did bring a thought. One I feel we all tend to ask ourselves when losing traction or focus. What am I doing?

    A poem:

    Thought.

    The power of the mind, the traction of our thoughts, the power we give the things that are so, so irrational.

    Love.

    A feeling, tremendously fragile, tempting fate, tempting life, Love. An underrated, understated, most verbally related form of justified sensation.

    Thoughts.

    The darkness shrouds, and the light is fleeting, my mind is always staying to task, oh no, no it’s not, the darkness shrouds, the thoughts they stick, no they don’t. Thoughts.

    Like butterflies bouncing from chest to mind to mind to hand to hand to foot,butterflies bounce and bounce with thoughts and feelings, emotions dark and light, the butterflies bounce and bounce flutter and trounce, and all I want is to collect them in order smallest to biggest, smallest to biggest.

    Love and thoughts thoughts and love I say hi-ho and so it goes to repeat another, to repeat another, to repeat another.

    End.

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and good morning, good morning and good night.

    Nosce Te Ipsum