The Heart of a Nation


Walking in a Winter Wonderland

On the first day of Winter, Winter gave to me: Words inspired by a skeleton, some Coke, and the ghost of a dog. What did it give to you?

“Oh no, here he goes again…” Ho, Ho, Ho!

When people tell you to live in the moment, what does that mean?

I wrote these words moments ago – maybe days, weeks, years, or more. I’ll take moments to read these words again, in the future sometime, someday, somewhere, somehow.

Photo Credit: William Garrod

But this is the moment we connect, and this is a moment that’s yours. It’s only yours and something you’ll always have.

Time travel is nothing more than gluing together every moment you’ve experienced, have, and create. That enables you to fly back and forth between the moments of the life you stitch together.

These moments are your stories and your stories are your truth.

The future is your very own tree to cultivate, nurture, and care for.

Fridge Creation Courtesy of Chef Eddie Wilson

The Heart of a Nation Needs a Moment

Unloved and over labeled, Americans have become tough critics, to say the least.

“I don’t like anything I don’t understand and if I’m uncomfortable, it must be wrong and avoided.” – Americans, everyday.

Conditioned for Life

Communication is natural and it’s never a bad thing. It can be dangerous, misused, painful, even deadly. Communication is the most powerful skill each of us possess, but we need more of it – a lot more.

Humans improve by learning from actions of others, not judging others and their actions. Mouths need vacations and ears should work overtime, but nobody gets paid to listen.

It’s that simple. Truth is a common casualty when perception is reality.

One is the Loneliest Number

I had never before felt the depths of loneliness quite like how lonely I felt throughout the process of becoming a writer.

As soon as you begin to appreciate your time on this Earth, your moments become more and more monumental to your own existence.

Buckle up, kids! Life slips ahead of you the more consciously aware you become of yourself and your surroundings.

That includes all of the people in your life, the crap you read, things you do, and how you treat others.

Time flies.

Brrr! It’s 69 degrees outside!

Americans – along with every earthling – have a lot of problems. However, I’m American; I’ve only ever lived in America, and 100% of the low points in my life are due to – clutch your pearls – Americans!

Americans have a unique ability to label anyone, even if they’ve done nothing wrong.

Did I just label Americans? See? I told you we're good at it.

America has cornered the market of casting judgment.That’s the biggest problem facing this country, but it doesn’t end there.

This affects everyone in the world
Americans comprise only 5% of the world population. Let that sink in. The obvious becomes obvious after it's obvious, not before. Otherwise, it isn't obvious.

People in the U.S. are armchair quarterbacks of everything that has nothing to do with themselves. As a result, we’re experts in retrospect, and judging one another.

We aren’t experts over each other, but we like to think we are.

Giving advice to others about what they should, could, or would have done isn’t a problem for empaths or experts who’ve learned life lessons through experience ahead of hindsight.

You can thank your government for the mental conditions preventing the  productivity of its citizens. 

Be your own quarterback or go play for the Packers. In Green Bay, you don’t have to coach play well (with others) to be paid well.

From Now On

Since life is a product of my own creation, I want to surround myself with the shit I create.

Photo Credit: Mikki

I wake up everyday in my personal episode of Black Mirror. I navigate a reality that is real to me. At the same time, reality isn’t always the truth.

The truth always rises to the surface if you seek it. Albeit eventually; despite every real attempt to distort it. Word of caution, you’re not always going to like what you hear, and I’m not here to tell you how to deal with that. I have other shit to do. On that note…

Label Me Silly

So go ahead, slap a label on me. Label me until your heart’s content. Label the shit out of me.

Let me know how that works out. Just kidding, I already know. Not in my world. Please remit payment to…

Secret, secret, I've got a secret. I am the modern man with access to too much technology. My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain...IBM. Thank you, Styx!
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4 thoughts on “The Heart of a Nation”

  1. Made me think of a ride on a roller coaster—the ups, downs, ins, outs, fast, slows—all done in words, phrases, paragraphs, bigbprint, tiny italics.

    Not an easy read for an octogenarian mind accustomed to an ordinary use of the language, but a happy discovery for a liberal soul suffocating in a pile of Christian conservatism that surrounds me. Reading you will be a challenge.

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