Setting bars for myself & planning my own trials.

The tears flow up my cheeks pulling on my face, It’s like they make me smile.

I can have anything but not everything, I needed a smaller pile.

I thought I’d grow up but I’ve become a larger child.

People don’t think of us that much, we experience life largely alone.

Due to this realization, a lot of the pressures exist only on phones.

I have all the time, effort, and happiness I need for the surge.

After 3 millennia, a new dark wizard has finally emerged.

I wanted to see if I could properly express my thoughts through literature while intoxicated.

What if our lives are just homes we are cursed to spend our existence renovating?

A curse can be beautiful, I’ve pulled up the hardwood and laid down smooth marble throughout.

Happy to rid myself of that disastrous foundation, crumbling with termites munching throughout.

The walls come down, this is now an open space.

Successful renovations are determined by knowing what to fix and what to replace.

In with the old, out with the new, I order my habits once more.

More hard wood results with tears on the hard wood, I can’t be surprised im floored.

Me increasing my life insurance is acceptance of focusing on only what I can control.

I prepared for life as hard as possible by pouring a max of three scoops of cereal in my bowl.

The repetition ingrains into the brain, a captain expects the crunch.

Thus I feel superior, those stressing and ranting about random waves under the boat are an exhausting bunch.

They are the majority so this is just my opinion, it’s not a fact, it’s just a hunch.

One shouldn’t find where to fit in, sit down and see who end ups coming along with the lunch.

Don’t give me theories and instructions, give me randomness and luck.

The ability to imagine his environment is the only difference between the man and the duck.

Life is a book where we’re surrounded with pages, where should we look?

The hardest memories are the ones you cherish but regret the route you took.

Whether we look back, up, or forward, what we wrote brought the story to now.

As I say, intelligence is measured by attaining one’s desires, what is less important than how.

I don’t know how to write my story, I don’t know if I’ll love what I read, but the book will grow.

Maybe gravity makes heights so hard because all the good things are found when we’re low?

Nonetheless, I feel my life is a book where the pages are in a river, I’m no longer fighting the flow.

and maybe someday down the road I’ll sit back and say to myself, “yeah I thought so.”

Killed my ignorance with books, in my office it can lie buried.

A plan for the risk is the difference between divorce and staying married.

Life challenges brought me to my knees then I rose to stability on one.

Proposed to my dreams hoping the lord says yes once I’m done.

The only measure of intelligence is if you get what you want out of life.

One must know what to want in the first place, what’s worth what price?

The food for thought used to take several trips, It felt like a full plate.

Now It takes half of the fridge to maintain like I gained a roommate.

However, I live mostly in my head alone.

Such a crowded home.

Direction, inertia, momentum, that’s my secret sauce.

The first cut is the deepest but the first loss is the best loss.

The most important part about moving on is you are moving.

Every defeated person is inevitably learning while they’re losing.

I wish I knew how to be a good loser so much earlier in life.  

Wounds can’t heal until you remove the knife.

While we can’t see them coming we know they will.

Accepting losses and moving on, this is the holy grail, the panacea skill.

Life’s hard, but me no want It easy on me.