If I knew then
What I know now
Then I would not be here
And I would not know
What I know now
A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Think deep.
If I knew then
What I know now
Then I would not be here
And I would not know
What I know now
I gave so much of me
There seemed nothing left to give
But I gave some more
When I am gone
There will be nothing left to remember
Student: “I could have been great”
Master: “what are you comparing yourself against?”
Give us this day our daily Xanax
Calm the mind and lead us not into day drinking
Forgive us our craving for the productivity of cocaine
Ritalin this Batman
Speed our inattention away
For twenty, fuck it.
There will be days when it feels like only you care. These are not the days to quit caring. These are the days to care more.
It was never about money. It was about time.
If you feel a mess
If you are depressed
If chaos rules the day
Perhaps you’d rather sleep it away
Play the lottery
For that quick fix
Four dollars
Buys a little hope
A magic bean
Will not fix
The problems
You have seen
Instead
Choose something small
Wake up, floss those teeth
Floss them all
Tomorrow
Add another small task
Instead of stinking
Take a bath
Don’t let the bath
Replace the floss
Combine them together
To be a boss
Next day when you awake
Hit the floor
Eight pushups
Maybe more
These small tasks add up
Do a little more
And those huge tasks
Will shrink away
Day after day
Is how habits form
One day soon
You will wake up with tasks no more.
I struggled with meditation for what seemed like 15 or 20 years. Jason Jarrett introduced me to Buddhist chanting and meditation came together for me becoming an important part of my life. Today I learned of Isha Kriya. I do not see this replacing my chanting but I’m intrigued enough to try it for at least 48 days.
An elf came down from the pole
To dance within your walls
Turning tricks in the night
Is it devious? Mischievous? Frightful?
Or a delight?
The elf rules are simple
You can look but you cannot touch
You can tip your elf
But it won’t change your luck
The elf when it comes
Leaves you more frustrated
Than before it came
And once the elf is done and gone
The glitter remains as evidence of your shame.
The beauty of youth is that the young do not yet know what they cannot do therefore they can do anything.
Student: “I can do better.”
Master: “To do better, you must first make mistakes.”
I’d like to think I’ll be missed when I am gone
But I know that is wrong
Our time here is brief
And we are quickly forgotten
Stories will be told
And lore rewritten
Unable to correct or defend
From the grave
Our reputation cannot be saved
History that never happened
Words contrived
Will become our legacy
We are legend
Everyone can do better than you until they have to do what you are doing.
Student: “Why is my life hard?”
Master: “Who are you asking?”
The hardest part about making mistakes is the repetition.