Tag Archives: Life

Why I Quit My Job and Moved 400 Miles Away.

Dreaming is something we all believe in, but it’s too often not something we’re able to bring to reality. We work too hard, don’t live enough and don’t enjoy things as well as we should. We find that what we’re … Continue reading

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Are You Living The Life You Want?

Friday we had the whole, “The world is ending, Oh my god, what are we going to do”, thing. But it got me to thinking about how susceptible we are to things we read, see and watch. I know people … Continue reading

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Redefining Who I Am, As My Son Sees Me

Who are you? This is one of the greatest questions man has had. In the end, who we are is of no consequence to what we’ve done with the time we have. We can sit around, watch TV, play on … Continue reading

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Who Am I, Really?

Authenticity is important. It tells people who you are, what you write and what you think of yourself. Something has changed with me the last few days. It started with my day job. For those that don’t know, I’m a … Continue reading

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My Internal Monologue.

“Hello light, where have you been?” Said my brain “Hiding, he’s been scaring me lately. Listening to that music, reading those books and watching those shows. It’s enough to make light stay away from him forever.” Light said. “It’s not … Continue reading

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Damn, It Feels Good To Be Dark.

Your Inner Darkness Sometimes darkness has a way of finding you, finding who you are inside and manipulating it. These dark forces come from within each of us. We all have our darkness, the things that if we were to … Continue reading

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All In The Author’s Mind

When I wake its blackness, smoke-filled rooms, chaotic creatures crawling up through the sidewalk. These things come to me, they fill my soul, penetrate my mind with putrid dreams of creatures that are always here, always close. It’s not so … Continue reading

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