I am stable, legitimate, positive, loving, loyal, grounded, powerful, inflated-chested influential, calm, wise, beautiful. No wind shall move this stable stone; but what will destroy this illusion of independence?
Mistakes, blame, and lust will destroy the man I see in the mirror. Now, the question comes down to head and nail, do I love myself or do I love the novelties of life?
She has it right, with peace, love, and achievement, the epitome of a woman I respect and feel such a gravitational pull towards.
Life is what you choose, and I choose to be the man I want to be; I choose to be the man who chooses quality and fulfillment and who denies novelty and brokenness.
Life is measured in learning, which I have experienced. Is this a feeling that I am willing to lose for trivia, entertainment, sex, or wealth? No, and although I know what makes me happy, now is the time to put happiness into a second gear.
– October 17, 2016
Homosapien and Paguroidea alike: two animals who live and die according to hierarchy. A hermit crab will spend the entirety of its life in search for the perfect shell: one that corresponds to criteria in both colour and size; as a human will spill his blood and sweat into molding the epitome of himself: a person that perfects the art of mannerism and who gains the wealth of a 1000 other’ average’ men.
Now, despite this broad early-made comparison, the centre of my inquiry lies within myself. Why do I find that in order to gain social status, I must continue to abandon shells? Why must I continue to shed friends, personality traits, and experiences in the ultimate search for comfort and complacency?
What stems beneath the majestic umbrella of the Angel Oak Tree in the heat and congestion of South Carolina? From such a musty, cemented soil, erected are some of the most beautiful and magnificent networks of branching.
What stems from the right hand of a nicotine-addicted, alcohol enthusiast writer bathing in the rat poison of the 21st century society? What does he spill in for: love, self-fulfillment, or to bask in the transience of isolation?
What is the fine line between economic prowess and divine wisdom? At a point in time, Jordan Belfort’s establishment, Stratton Oakmont, was responsible for over 1 billion dollars, all of which was funnelled through thousands of investments in 50% commission penny stocks. Going down in history as one of the largest economic scams, Belfort, utilizing the strategic placement of words and advertisement, had lost over 200 million investor dollars.
Now, the question re-emerges; what is the fine line between the fundamental laws of economics and God’s spoken word? At this moment, 81% of all mankind adheres to Christianity. The Holy Bible represents absolute truth for a population of 2.2 billion souls. Through the notion of omnipotence and omnipresence, is a fearful motive that instigates ultimate dedication.
The truest and purest synthesis of Belfort and God lies in the paralleling hunger for self-fulfillment. As Belfort, hidden behind the mask of Stratton Oakmont and the perfect cocktail of bullshit, achieved an immense monetary wealth; God, on the other hand, existing in the illusion of omnipotence and covered by the nature of intangibility, gains the lifelong financial and spiritual dedication of billions.
Perhaps then, the fine line is extinct as Belfort’s economic prowess and God’s divine wisdom serve as two different funnels that route towards the same destination: self-fulfillment, power, and wealth. Now, the question is raised, why does our society rain judgment down upon Mr. Belfort while uplifting and worshipping the same “wolfe” hidden behind a different mask?
– September 10, 2016
The fourth rides into the most painfully obvious milestone that which I’ve neglected. Humility: potentially my weakest quality.
Like gravity, humility is often a disregarded and unnoticed aspect of one’s life. It is only with recession that a seemingly normal society is destroyed.
Today, a man walked up to me and I shook his hand as I looked into his eyes. The eyes were aggressive and the hand was stiff. He stepped away and I thought, pondering the factors that contribute to such a primitive, underlying fury. Then I stepped back, my mind contemplating. Pride was the answer but its opposite, humility was the solution.
I sit back and rest on the concept on humility. The values and skills of open-mindedness, balance, self-awareness, and independence are its closest allusions. Yet, I find it so uniquely disturbing how modern ideals of society thrive and hinge on pride and selfishness.
– September 6, 2016
The third chapter unveils the first day where my pen meets paper to complete no task other than discussing my monotonous introspection. A very petite, but groundbreaking feat was finalized in my last two days. I’ve felt the presence of an introvert that emerged through thick piles of reinforced walls.
As the stench of superficiality, the solidity of cement walls, and the grubbiness underneath my feet start to make me twitch a little bit every step I advance, I’m beginning the first feet of the stint.
Now, I took into the abyss of independence with radical excitement but it has weakened my knees. But here is presented, the paradox of challenges: you see it coming, but you forget how hard it can hit.
But one of the many perks that entail independence is its architectural properties; similar to confidence in that aspect. As a foundation is completed, the beautiful frame of networking becomes art instead of work. However, mind myself, do not underestimate the process of building, as the foundation weighs 20% of the house and takes about 7 times that weight to solidify and set it.
I’m currently in the process, but it’ll all be worth it in the end.
– September 5, 2016
The second chapter opens with a leap of faith into uncharted territory and closes with an ultimate emergence; all of which occurs on the consequent day of the previous chapter. The labyrinth of closure; the emotional deathtrap.
Closure and logic are two factors who run parallel to one another but despite their similarities, often times they dismantle each other. For the longest time, I believed closure could only be completed over the fading of nostalgia and the span of time. Closure was a kink in my armour, or my Achille’s heel per se. After every heartbreak, I felt like Theseus entering the Labyrinth to face the ultimate and foreseen challenge, the Minotaur, or in my case, finding emotional fulfillment. Music, magazines, and media speak to me, telling me that the solution is simply time. However, for the first time today, instead of hiding from the Minotaur, I pursued it. This is my leap of faith: mustering my will to own up to my mistakes and to move forward in a more integral, positive, and logical direction. I found accelerated closure today for the first time and it feels amazing as I also take my first step into independence.
I’ve extracted the formula for the best outcome: introspection and a quality of thinking that invites enrichment.
The most complete quality of life is just around the corner and I am continuing to strive for it.
– September 4, 2016