Memories are just blinks you can reuse & we spend more time experiencing paths than views.

We were fooled, the peak is no more beautiful than the dirt beneath our shoes.

It’s existence that’s beautiful, not the conditions of that existence.

A quest to change my reality made me notice false realities and launched my resistance.

If the path is most of life, why do we complain when It seems longer?

The 3 mile hike, the sitting and photos at the top, which made you stronger?

You have not because you ask not, the wisdom of James four two.

Four & Two makes a fraction, half of its him; half of its you.

This seems so simple but it’s a humility step and an ego lesson.

All impactful epiphanies are on the side of questions.

Isn’t It beautiful that the best things in life are never about us?

We can have It right after we ask, embrace vulnerability, and decide to trust.

So I go beyond asking, I’ve never wanted anything as bad, it’s turned to pleading.

“Father can I have It please? I’ve been working, I’ve been pushing, I’ve been reading.”

It’s how I know I’m between the lines, I can’t see the finish but I can’t see the start either.

This means I’ve come past the turning back point, irreversible choices make life much sweeter.

I’m repulsed by a life of being on time, that’s not something to be.

I know thanks to gravity you’ll one day see the time on me.

We’ve left schools but timelines have us competing still.

One comparison leads to the next, there’s always someone ahead so hence you’re completely still.

The present demands 100% of you or It will find someone else to consume.

In my isolation people always ask me “when will regular life resume?”

They miss the point, we manage focus not time.

They hustle to get through their line, I remove things and people from mine.

The things in your life considered important should only take one sentence to read.

We don’t get time by accomplishing more, just cut out everything you don’t need.

The only judge to success is if you can look in the mirror and see your honor.

Life is permanent but in your court you decide what you get to launder.

I don’t require a jury, I plead guilty of becoming prisoner to my imagination’s fluctuations.

I say my goals out loud and then get to the end of my sentences like punctuations.

My mom, Pops, the only people I talk to when I’m on trial.

Ive been the bar since a child, if I can’t go the distance I’ll challenge the legitimacy of a mile.

They made that **** up anyway, this is my world and I define far.

To turn my back on myself would be the only time I could be behind bars.

Still, I sacrificed my small freedoms today for immense freedom later.

You know how It goes, rocks are next to hard places, cut It all out and get paper.