Peace!

Sometimes I wonder if I had to do it all over again, would I do it differently?

Peace has come and gone for a brief moment only to realize that it will never come back.

In life, we are offered so much and sometimes we fail to use these opportunities to set us up for success. At times, I wonder, if we complain so much about the things we experience that we fail to appreciate what matters most.

I guess we all define it differently and for some people you’ll never actually get the chance to measure your worth because your caught up in creating the problem instead of working to solve it.

But the optimistic side of me believes that we all experience life in similar capacities and internally define them differently – whether that’s love, disappointment, happiness, grief, or a simple cut on the finger. Our experiences make us who we are – the good samaritan vs. the bad terrorist.

Perception.

What’s your perception of yourself?

How affective is constructive criticism if you go through life thinking critical about yourself?

I wonder sometimes.

And you may wonder where I am going with this – huh? I stopped for a minute and asked myself the same question.
But what I know is that I need to do a better job taking advantage of all these opportunities I have and use it to solve the problem; not recreate it.

I refuse to fixate on an issue without truly understanding it at the core. People can fool you sometime.

What’s really the problem here? I may ask and I hope you will do the same.
Peace

I'MproveMEnt

I mellow earth searching for lost wonders.
Hopes I’d dream revolutionized.
Or things yet to become unfounded slanted by sight.
Shattered by small scars,
The window of improvement illuminates normality restored.
The wind cold.
The days old.
The mood uncertain.
And the present ignored by unfathomable thoughts of inspection.
I rose.
I fell.
I descend.
I levitate onward.
But the idea remains.
Constant.
Unwavering.
Fickle.
Unremitting.
Wavering in status.
Merely do I speak of weakness?
As I default and own my convictions of decadence.