See the fire and feel my claws; I am one and above vicious and alone.
It’s no secret that millennials are constantly seeking validation. Oh wait, I phrased that incorrectly. That actually is a secret.
I often wrestle with the more spiritual aspects of reality. It causes me great internal frustration to see my friends and society at large discount spirituality in favor of reductionism.
My junior year of college, I wrote a sermon to give my church. It was a lovely little church called Lakeshore Baptist church, although they weren’t affiliated with the main Baptist association. The church was wonderful – a female pastor, progressive ideas towards ministry, and a fundamental belief in doubt being part of faith.
From a perspective of self-preservation, all actions are justifiable. All actions can contain peace.
If a situation arises in which I feel disloyalty and disrespect, I have no issues enacting whatever consequences necessary in order to free myself of the offense.
The rhythm of my body has become unpredictable. Weeks of no rest, sparse food, sparse sleep, and transitory places have left me in shambles. The dreams I do have feel as if I’m awake, and in those dreams I’m still learning lessons. My mind has no way to relax.
As an extrovert, and a weirdo, I tend to meet some interesting people. When I meet them, I like to get as much of their perspective as I can on file before our paths diverge. Recently, I met a self-proclaimed vampire who gave me some killer advice on how to overcome procrastination. Below is the convo for your entertainment.
In reference to me I’d like nothing better
Than to hear a thousand different echoes all chiming
Back to that one word.