Spiritual to me beyond. Of what? I understood myself capable of.

Infatuation. A word that justifies you?

Through my blurred eyes. My mind. The gravity. Our despair.

Pinnacle happiness and gross deprivation. Inexperienced. Elsewhere.

In me it is infinite. Scarred. Perfect. complete.

The best ingested. Gratification. Content. Verdict. Disbarred.

Starved. Cruel. Oceans. of Pessimism. Loathing. Despair.

Smile. Breathe. Bearing Teeth. Rationalize. Rinse. Repeat.

Ignorance. Enlightenment. Finite. And Viewed.

The butterfly. Beheld. Fleeting. Skewed.

Immeasurable-warmth. Faded The story.

Of Love in this Life and all of its Glory.

Permission granted to be a part of the mobilized solution. To push into the realms of consciousness further than those who came before us. To train the subconscious to the point of trust without fail. To breathe humanity and empathy into all men. Rich and poor alike. To create a universally recognized definition that a man is judged by what he does, not what he owns. That forgiveness is necessity out of respect for your own nature and indiscretions. To be that in it of yourself.

To teach unwaveringly, to live by example, thus becoming these truths should be the aspirations of all men. Interpretation of what I see as a birthed obligation. A responsibility to the future, our children, their generational prerequisite wisdom. However grim that place further in time may be, one more is all we are required as an individual. Lest we never forget that every great man and woman in history had the same limitations instilled in them that I, and all of you are cursed with.

The strength of Men is the strength to overcome. The strength to bind ourselves in hope. The willingness to break is our greatest of birth given gifts. That’s why we have free will, so we can will ourselves to do incredible things. To change the lives of those we love, to change the world.

Another day is another life breathed into all of us. It is better to be broken, than sit on the shelves collecting dust. Go out and fucking fail. Fall down. Someone will be there to pick you up. And when you find people who are worth all the fucked up realities that are “real” friendship, put them on a pedestal.

When your parents told you that you could be whatever you wanted to be when you grew up, they didn’t mean a doctor or a lawyer, or a fucking astronaut, and if they did they were lying. All you’re ever going to be is a product of your environment and if you don’t like it, do something about it.

Go out and paint the world whatever color you want. You only get one life. Do something with it. Love the process. Love the energy, and love yourself before they make it a punishable offense. There is a real potential in opening the envelope. There is also deep sadness within each of us. Thus is life.

Go out there and find whatever it is you’re looking for, and if you run into me along the way, say hello, and we’ll grab a beer and share a memory. Don’t be scared. You’re already dead. When the curtain finally drops I’m sure we’ll all have plenty of time to reflect.