Another aspect of life we all carry knowledge of, but one we're always looking to improve. The trick is how.
A sudden war filled with fresh enemies. An exhausted landscape pushed to the breaking point. A people rallying their last effort.
When you're left to face your demons, what will you do?
When a person returns to school after never thinking they would...
Your ability to choose is powerful, and not something to be taken for granted. Believe it or not, we can actually practice what it's like to make good and bad choices.
The scariest moments can be our best and brightest.
Never underestimate the process of learning. And don't try to anticipate what you'll learn, or even who you'll become. Let it be a surprise, and you'll shock yourself.
Approaching the concept of what truth is constitutes a more-than-daunting task. I don't seek to define what I consider truth to be, or make a list of categories for them. Instead, I offer a philosophical approach to how we view the idea of truth itself.
There are times a dream makes total sense, half sense, or no sense. This dream makes less than no sense. But, the imagery is stark and mesmerizing.
When every voice is screaming to be heard right now, I feel it important to contribute my own. I have strong thoughts on the current atmosphere, but I don't want to potentially undermine the actions of the oppressed. Black Lives Matter. It's as simple as that.
When you stumble upon the Grim Reaper, it's imperative you stop and talk. He's a surprisingly chill guy. Yet, his purpose drives him.
In today's world, I find this principle more valuable than most self-development avenues. Live, love, learn, and allow the next thing in.
In Part Two, I go through some of my favorite moments and places during my two weeks in Europe. They extend far beyond just the places.
From cobblestones, to dancing, to somber realizations. Dreams cover a range of life.
When I was fifteen, I went to Europe for two weeks. I was with a school group, and boy we had a good time!
My brain never stops reeling. Oh, the over-analysis is exhausting, but every once and while I feel like I get something good out of it.
The first chapter of my book, The Art of Teaching. And rightly so, the first words surround the differences and similarities between teacher and student.
Once a dream, and now a story. Nighttime imagination is unmatched in its pure creativity, and I am always in awe at what it may manifest.
There's a first time for everything, especially the unexplainable kinds. This is a true experience I had in the mountains, in the middle of the night.
Existential musings and ramblings. Sometimes the complexities of a physical body trying to function with a reasoning brain is beyond me.
Every once and a while I write poetry. Especially at night...it's the only way sometimes for my mind and heart to make sense of things.
Ever wondered how a comedian can discover so many funny things? Or maybe how that one person at work manages to create so may ideas? Here's a tool so effective it will even help with you personal associations and conversations.
It's hard to introduce something you've created to be read and purchased without some sort of hubris involved. But, I'm happy to share without what I've hoped for. If someone can get something useful from it, I'm happy to share.
Life isn't cut and dry; this we know. I've had some hard learning to accept over the last few months, and a few movies and one stand up comedian have helped immensely in my approach.
Today is particularly bittersweet. A beautiful mother’s day while I’m going through a crisis in virtually every area imaginable. And my mother passed away almost four years ago. I miss her each and every year. I think about her beyond often. But feeling so utterly lost and alone right now has me stunned at the [...]
There are certain pursuits that create genuine, residual impact in an individual's life. Allow me the chance to introduce you to one of mine.
I've included some links to their website and facebook so you can investigate yourself should you feel intrigued.
Also, the blog picture is quite old; at least six years. I don't have many pictures of me in karate, I realized.
Abandonment, history, intrigue, and magic. Sourceless music resonates from two paintings
It was Sunday, May 22, 2005, and my parents sat my sisters and me down to tell us they were getting a divorce. To say this was unexpected is an understatement. I was eighteen years old. Let's back up a bit and create some context for this moment. I had a fantastic childhood. Both of [...]
What if we humanized questions and answers? What if they could talk and communicate with each other?
There was a lot of emotion surrounding the courtship of my current wife and I. I look back at it all and still consider her the best surprise in my life.
Bring one moment to an end, and therefore allowing a new one to begin. The events from ten years ago were resolved many years ago for me, but there's still work to be done.
The tough parts of life aren't always the emotional ones, but rather the ones we know will touch on a nerve. It's easy to find nerves when discussing darkness, evil, God, and man.
Remember...oh please, always remember, that for all the darkness there's a matching extension of light. If we use as much of our effort to recognize the light as we the darkness, we'll find our lives balanced and equipped better than we figured.
Looking back brings up a lot to say, and often more than intended. I'm happy to share, but I didn't realize how emotional this continues to make me.