We’re going to go for a five-mile run. Make sure your shoes are tied properly, take a couple of deep breaths and brace yourself. I’m not going to go easy on you. Ready? Three, two, RUN!!!
#1: Comfort is damaging to growth and self-improvement. Do you qualify for retirement? Are you a worldly academic? If not, then your priorities should be focused on self-improvement and personal growth. If you’re comfortable doing the same shit on a day to day basis, there’s a high likelihood that you’re not pressing towards your maximum capabilities. One of my favorite quotes: “There is no growth in the comfort zone and no comfort in the growth zone.” – Unknown
I didn’t know where I was. The bus stop had led me to the edge of the earth, or what felt something like it. It was frozen, maybe -25, but this frigid air didn’t take away from how beautiful the world looked from the horizons border. Winters breath carefully frosted over the boardwalk and the many rocks outlining the waters perimeter. Lights followed the timbered pathway, mimicking low hanging stars that forgot to shine.
The past couple years of my life have taken me down some interesting avenues all due to my pursuit of freedom. What I’m about to unleash on you may not be conclusive for everyone, but this is based on my experience. This is what freedom means to me. Freedom is not having obligations or constraints. Freedom is not having a job that you rely on. Freedom is not having a girlfriend who is expecting your call or having a date with friends where your absence must be explained with a detailed excuse.
But, fear cannot be divided – there is only one kind that genuinely exists, and it dare not move away from its own patterns of thinking. Until we free ourselves from FEAR itself, we will continue to live in the darkness. Not just in love but in all aspects of life. Where there is any cause of fear – there is an ending. And as long as we run from it, we increase it. Initially, I was going to write about the following:
Ian Joseph, Last night in the quiet hour of 12 am I began thinking about the last few months with you. I was caught, frozen in one specific instance that I couldn’t seem to shake. You see it was eight long years we waited. Time stretched so far it began to grow with us. As if we both were trees in a forest, growing roots and extending them through the hard clay soil.
When you would lay in the halls with Nadia. When we tried to sneak you into shave for cancer. When you put your skateboard away in your locker. Math class… When I was sick, Melissa called me, and you were near the payphone, but we were both too shy to speak to one another. When you were going to fight someone – and the times I’d hear about it from others.
She pushed me onto the bed and took a deep drag of her smoke as we locked eyes. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi. She didn’t blink, nor did I… Me: “A stare off, huh? Ok, it’s on like donkey kong bitch! You’re not winning this time. Navita: “You want to bet?” Me: “Let’s go.” I silently stared into her bright drunk eyes as she leaned in and slowly started to unbuckle my belt with a smug look on her face.
I lay there shirtless and drunk. The only source of light in my room was coming from the full moon outside of my window. It illuminated my shadow. While I stared at the letter sitting on my night table, I could sense an uneasiness in my demeanor. As I started to close my eyes, Navita came stomping up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. Navita: “Yooo E! You want another round of drinks?”
Samantha, The truth is: This journey hasn’t been easy. Heavy emotions are on the horizon. I recognize that these emotions are only temporary. Everything is temporary. However: You’ve been on my mind.