Saturday, August 27, 2011

Gameday

7:30 AM, the cell phone buzzes as you roll out of bed. A pulsating headache from a bit too many cocktails from the evening prior. Stale breathe fills your cotton mouth as you search for your glass of water. Laying in bed unthrilled, but only for a moment. Staring up at the ceiling asking "Why the fuck am I awake?"

Then with a sudden urge of energy it enlivens you. A thrilling, invigorating memory that it is Saturday. Not just any Saturday, but a fall Saturday....Saturday cannot even describe....It is GAMEDAY!

You quickly jump out of bed and prepare for a glorious day ahead. Text messages are flying out and coming in. Wake up calls, agendas, hearty O-H's, and the like.

You look outside to the crystal clear blue skies, illuminated by the autumn sun. Foliage covers the ground, the air is crisp and chilled . A full breath allows the smell of the best season to electrifies your lungs. The taste of a ice cold Bud Light makes your cringe in an ironically satisfying way.

Streets are littered with beer cans and red Solo cups from the night before. The sidewalks are flooded with brightly scarlet colored  gear. Passing by the occasional awkward "walk of shame" victim. People hanging out on the porches playing drink games, listening to music, partying, and forgetting life's problems for a day.

You walk in a near sprint to your destination. You arrive in the pavement paradise. High fives to all the gentlemen standing, debating and predicting the outcome of the centerpiece, the reason we are all there. Heart-filled hugs to the ladies who's bright faces are warming and comforting to be around. These are your people, your family for the next 12 weeks. 

Pit stop at the ice chest filled with the adult sodas. Skedaddle to the smorgasbord. Never knew a bratwurst could taste so good at 9 AM.  A million laughs, emotions, events, noises, and the like are whizzing by you even faster than you can process.

The flood gates rush us into the stadium. A sea of scarlet is waved around in cathedral-like establishment. The roar of the stadium as our saviors rush onto the field. The energy, the feeling, the atmosphere is indescribable for all. One can only take it all in and admire life at it's finest. The eruption of cheers is unfathomable to any explosion you have ever witnessed. The crowd jumps as the chord strikes over the stadium speakers and the bell rings with it's five second intervals. Hugs and high fives spread like wildfire over each and every joyous moment.

At the decision, we throw our tired arms over each other's shoulders.

How firm thy friendship O-HI-O


An electrifying feeling pulsates through every nerve in your body...this is euphoria.

Transit to the watering hole. Friends, acquaintances and newly met people all shuffle around as you grasp the bottle of beer in your hand. Smiles are wide on everyone's face as we watch the games on TV and the sunset falls before our eyes.

Intoxicated and on one of life's greatest highs.

HOW FIRM THY FRIENDSHIP O-HI-O. . .

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Time Is Relative

A clenched jawed. A frustration. My stomach churning. Moist eyes followed by a breakdown. Flared nostrils. A big swallow of the tears in the throat.

Eyes closed tight. Shake of the head. Nibble on the bottom lip.

Life ripped away. No one feels at ease. The uncomfortable conversations arise.

They say it should not be a day of mourning, but a day celebrating a life. Alas, it comes too soon.

The melancholy days are suffered under a pseudo-happy illumination of the sun. Our hopes and aspirations are dismayed for what we wish was only temporarily.

What has society just placed upon me?

Is this fair? Is this right? Is this real life?

Too young to see our peers dressed in all black. Too naive to understand it all.

Countless night up in bed. Staring at the ceiling. Staring at the stars. No words to be spoken. Trying to comprehend it all.

This isn't fucking fair. No one in my life should have to suffer like this. I would rather take the pain and misery of all my friends for the rest of my life than to see this occur.

I break inside. I want to help. I know its too much.

When will things like this be less painful?


-To all of those that have died too young in your pure, young months. . .your legacy lives on and you are always apart of my life. Thanks for saving me when I needed you the most, it is my turn to return the favor. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Collided

Collided when least expecting. The magnitude of fuck-ups was dismantling. She stood there without judgment.  For no reason other than curiosity she played along.  Who is he? She continued to listen to self-involved stories and one way conversations. The world went by in slow motion as they peered down the riverside. Trying to be amazing to her, trying too hard.
She willed her soul, her unconditional heart.  Her body feels safe and secure in his scarred arms.  Her soft hands hold onto his calloused digits in ease. Her sparkling eyes stare deeply interested into his tired, beaten eyes.  Her illuminating smile glares over his dark, hidden face. 

Embrace, followed by a kiss. She laid there in his arms. His mind flew by. Unedited internal monologue.  Self proclamation of inadequacy. His insecurities flow out unfiltered. He wants to stop to stay charming….he can’t.
She reassured with a vindicated mind. She stayed captivated. Motivated. She knows he is different. She sees something in him. A unique stone on the side of the road. The one often passed by with nothing more than a glimpse. She took the time to stop and pick it up.

She intrigues, yet stays aloof. Not defining a stance on either side of the wall. Staying indifferent to his world. Staying as the queen of her own. With an open heart and a filled mind she is ready to embrace the world that is out there.  

Mysterious and confident. Warm hearted and filled. She lives a life that people desire. Even though she lives in world surround with terribleness and glory she stays level headed. Not quick to judge. Always fairly assessing. The deep ties lays within her family. She was bounced from place to place. Not only leaving her mark, but taking hearts with her. Instills their minds with greatness. Friends, acquaintances, people, and experiences. A woman of the world.

In a world when most never look back, she always gives back. The amber energy radiates around. Dulling everything in the background.  A lover, a realist. An adventurer, an amazing person.
She lies there vulnerably. Eyes closed. Watching her life unfold ahead, but not jumping to the finish line. 

Among a sea of over glorified, over worked, tainted diamonds, she is the pure rare gem. One that will  remain forever priceless. 

Friday, April 22, 2011

My friends, My family, My people.

The dark rings circle around your head. You are lost in oblivion. Sitting infront of the black screen. Internal monologue playing the broken recorded messages. They make your stomach ache. The presences of a dark cloud settles over your life.

The people refuse to let you get down.

Tears stream down your face. So choked up on emotions you cannot speak. All that comes out are gasps for air as if you were drowning.

They stand over you, and pick you up.
Your heart is crushed heart as you give up on the goodness of man. You shake your head, trying to comprehend why this always happens to you.

They sit there and explain the world to you.  

Thin, brightly red fluid warmly flows over your face. You duck your head in despair. It drips and pools awkwardly at your feet.

They clean you up, hold you close, tell you that everything will be okay. 


Cold steel bracelets wrapped your wrists. You get pushed into the back seat. You feel your life is over.

The people surround you and don't give up on you.

You lay in the hospital bed, destroyed. Not sure if you will wake to see the morning light. Hemi-dazed flashes of your surroundings cross your mind. You don't know if it is reality or a dream.

There they were, not allowing you to give up on yourself.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Life

Pre-living:
He searches for the answer at the bottom of the bottle. It lost taste hours ago. The last bitter sip makes his face cringe. Lo and behold, there is no message in this one. The emptiness resembles the internalized  feeling. Self monologue repeats in his cynical mind.  Constantly checking his watch, damn, time to go.

Walking home alone with the street lights blaring down. Passing parties where he hears laughter interwoven in the drunk college kids singing to an acoustic guitar. He feels a piece of himself eating away at his sanity. Clinches his phone hoping to be surprised by an unfamiliar vibration. It never comes.

Unlocks his door to an apartment, emptiness. He rips off the shirt and throws it forcefully to the ground, frustration. He ruffles his hair, hopelessness. He stares at his shattered soul in the mirror, resentfulness.

His blood shot eyes, magnified under the liquid tears, stare back at him. Running water splashes on his calloused hands. Just breathe. He throws the water upon his battered face. Criticizes himself.

Sits with the artificial light illuminating the dark room. Memories flow into his mind. Every instance where he messed up. Every time the world spit him out. Every chance he had that he threw away.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Living:
The cool, bubbliness of the liquid tickles his throat. It inspires his taste buds. The sips flow down magically. The warmth of the fire pits blares on his exposed skin. He smiles and doesn't even know why. Caught up in conversations about nothingness he loses track of time. n. He is tapped on the shoulder. Time to go.

Inhaling fully, the fresh air is a blessing to his lungs. The joyful chatter rings in his ear drums as he bobs his head to the beat. Taps his foot in unrhythmically. He doesn't care. The breeze of the chilled summer air flows on top of his buzzed head. He smiles. The walk is interlaced with life long friends and the new found people in his life.

They stumble through the door, joyfulness. Rips of his shirt, eagerness. Runs his hand over his head, enlightenment. He takes a glance at himself in the mirror, humbly laughs.

Crows feet wrinkles fill his hearty smile. The running water reminds him of the flow of life. The splash of cool water makes him feel alive. A deep breathe. Nods in acceptance.

All lights are on, the room is filled with conversations. Memories of the good adventures return. Every instance they laughed. Every time they won. Every chance that was never regretted. Even the bad memories are spoken of highly.

"This is living, really living life."

Monday, March 14, 2011

Our Scars Will Never Heal

There I was, sitting in the doctors office. Face bruised, the sickening smell of burnt flesh and hair combined with spilled gasoline and alcohol quivering from my very breath. Shards of glass fell out of my hair. My jaw left hurting. The blood gushed from my left bicep from a gash and a superficial burn.

My mind kept rewinding the incident. I keep thinking of my 4 month old car flipped x3 on its hood. Totaled. Driver side door crashed through.

How the hell did I get out of that car? The last thing I remember was the first of many rumbustious flips. 

How the fuck am I alive?

"Do you think you need help?" the doctor asks.

My eyes filled with tears as I broke down. Tears streamed down my face as I look vulnerably at my mother. My sweet, innocent mother, who's only mission in life was to make me happy. I tried to stay "strong."

I tried to stay manly.

I am a disgrace.

"Do you want me to leave the room?" She asks

I nod yes....and the door closes. I lose all composure. I never cried so hard.

Flash forward two months later.

Sitting in a small clearing in the woods. Multiple empty containers of white pills clenched to my left palm. The nauseating taste of broken chalky dust dries my mouth. Gin seeps through my sweat glands. Phone clenched in my right hand. Tears flow down my eyes, I can't catch my breath.

Somebody save me.

Phone calls come in quickly. Screen is shattered into a million pieces and I cannot make out who it is. Headlights flying down the street parking in the my driveway.

I am found. The bottles are ripped from my body. I start sprinting. Barefoot and rocks flying out from under the soles of my feet and tear the skin. I stop, I can die now.

I lay on the dew covered grass on that warm summer night....

What the fuck am I doing?

I break down....I give in. I must get to the hospital.

Charcoal never tasted so good.

I black out right as I see the silhouette of my brother standing over me.

"Everything will be okay man."- He says as a straight shadow.

Awoken in the middle of the night by a terrible smell. Wetness in pants. I literally just defected myself.

My mother sitting the by my side jumps up as the nurse politely says, "No problem lets get you changed."

EKG stickers tagged all on my chest. IV extensively tapped down to my extensively hairy arms.

I lay there vulnerably.

An 18 year-old valedictorian. About to be set free into the land of Ohio State. I had my whole life in front of me. But I know, at that time, there was no turning back.

-----
And here I am today. Ready to take on the world. With the help of my family, friends, and mentors.

.....

Friday, February 25, 2011

Destiny

Shattered into a million little pieces.

 Glimmering mosaic lays on the gritty asphalt.

Crushed.

Demoralization.

Simply, broken.

Reminisces of the past.

Uncertainty of the future.

Disappearing out of existence.

Not remembering what it feels like to be alive.

A step into the world.

One breath, to believe again.

Realization of the present.

Restoration.

Destined to be great. 

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Gee aRe eYe eN Dee

Todays blog is brought to you by the word GRIND.

Allow me to enlighten you. Life is tough. Its a battle. Nothing is fair. It is an uphill, icy slope, that road to success. I am sure you have figured this much out by now. However, have you ever embraced the challenge of life? Isn't that what makes life so enjoyable? Come on, you have to feel it. You have to believe it. Its all about the GRIND.

Now I really don't know where the origin of this saying came from. Nor do I really care. The fact of the matter is it is what keeps us going. Successful people are constantly working on bettering themselves and the people around them. We are put in an amazing situation to work our asses off everyday. What is holding you back? Your complacency? Your inability to commit? Your stable life? It could be a number of things. But think about this; if you consider yourself successful now, after all these years, why stop now? Imagine what you can do in the next 10 years. Now stop imagining it and go do it.

Movie stars, athletes, performance artists, and the alike have one thing in common. They believe that it was God's plan for them to be there. That is typically the first thank-you given out for a major accomplishment.* (Now, I am not a religious guy. However, I do openly accept all religions and backgrounds. I am not one to bash you for what you believe or think. In fact, I will probably support you in what you worship. The thing is, I am a very faithful guy.) Now whether or not God has written a path for these people or not, the thing is the people truly believe it. That is where it begins. With your own belief.

Some people put all this faith in God. Others will put all the faith in themselves (egotistical people typically fall in this category). Now mix that with the hard work, the grind, the battling through tough times, the never giving up. I tell you what, you are making a great receipt for success. Add in the utilization of resources.** Your imagination can take you to the end of the universe.

Now stop imagining it, and go make it happen. Be confident in your journey, I got your back.



*(Now, I am not a religious guy. However, I do openly accept all religions and backgrounds. I am not one to bash you for what you believe or think. In fact, I will probably support you in what you worship. The thing is, I am a very faithful guy.)

**Now this is something I realized can help people tremendously, however people rarely take advantage of them. If there is a workshop on something you want to accomplish or experience, why not spend the time- and usually a small bit of money- to better yourself? It seems stupid to not.
If you are reading this, you have endless amounts of information at the tips of your fingers. At least it will start you in the right direction.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Beautiful Chaos

Life presents opportunities rolled out on in red carpet where life is easy. Bullshit. Life hurls opportunities at you in the form of dark forests, mile high mountains, lakes of fire, and anything else that you wouldn't dare touch. The path isn't easy, it's not fair, and often it seems unfathomable. However, isn't the chaos of life makes the journey so fulfilling? So worth living for?

Take the courage you have and embrace the joyful life of uncertainty. Take the challenge and be passionate. To live any other way is an insult to yourself. We are meant to be adventurous. We are supposed to stick our necks on the line.  Get out there and live. I mean really LIVE.

Your should not be living life in the fear of failure, but the height of success. At every moment of your life you should realize, you are in existence. The thoughts of past mistakes haunt us. Scaring us into not trying something new. Remember that time you asked the pretty girl out? It seemed like she ripped your heart out and destroyed it on the spot. It doesn't matter. Remember the time you tried out for the sports team, but just weren't good enough to make it? It doesn't matter. Remember the time you failed your math test? IT DOESN'T MATTER! You have second chances, you can ask the next one out, you can work on your skills, you can study harder. Even more, experience is the greatest teach because it gives you the test at the beginning and allows you to live the lesson after. The visions of the future should be all the inspiration you need to live for something bigger.

Live your life full of passion. Appreciate the scenery. Take a chance. Tell someone how you feel about them. Do that thing you always wanted to do, but were too scared to do it. Don't allow what others will think of you  bother you. Honestly, most people are too worried thinking about what others are thinking of them. They don't have time to judge you. Don't let failure define you.


Only you define you.

The heights of success transcend any melancholic thoughts your limiting mind presents. 


I share this because I am surrounded by people that are out there. Experiencing life in a way that most would not dare to touch. They are working their asses off day in and day out. They come home with barely enough energy to comprehend what had just happened to them. They close their eyes, only for a moment, and realize they are back to the grind. Not even enough time for a dream to even pass their conscious thinking.

All of this has made me realize several things. I have a tremendous amount of respect for the people that have been placed around me. Furthermore, I am grateful for the challenges life has given me. Through this task at hand, thus far, I have learned much. I am reminded me of the value of a good time. The amount of relaxation inter wound in the mid-day nap. It makes me appreciate a good friend. It adds flavor to a nice ice cold beer. It shows the meaning behind a unconditional laugh. The warmth from a meaningful hug. The passion in a true tear.

Cheers people, live well.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

No One's Watching

You are there. Alone. You pass by the simply form of debris. It restlessly on the ground shuttered by the wind. You pass it by. It had no implication in your life. It did not bother you in anyway. I question: why didn't you pick it up and dispose of it properly?

Sure, this is a silly argument. However, those of you that know me understand where I am going. This is a simplified version of what you should do. Its easy and convenient to do the "wrong" thing. We make excuses not to call our aunt or uncle who appreciate our lives. Our lives become encompassed in needless television when we should be studying or reading. Wendy's was on the way home instead of preparing a delicious ground beef burger at home. This is what is silly. Here is something you should try to think about: if you don't want to do it (because its annoying, boring, inconvenient), then you probably SHOULD be doing it.

I am not going to sit here and pretend that I am perfect. I am not trying to be your role model. Often I find myself sitting around thinking about studying. Yet, I fail. My point is though, I am developing self discipline to hopefully do the things that need to be done. That is what you need to begin doing. Self-discipline. Everyday you should find time to do 5 things. Do something physically, monetarily, socially, intellectually, and independently.

Physically- workout, hit the gym, jog, sit-ups, push-ups, even if its just stretching after a tough day, it will be worth it.  Push yourself on days you want . Take it easy when needed. It is important to simultaneously listen to your body and push yourself to the limits. Your mind will open up. You will feel healthier. You will gain confidence.

Monetarily- decide what you need to do with money. Find good ways to invest or save money. Educated yourself on the public economy.

Socially- this may seem easy, but it is also very tricky. You talk with friends often. You converse with co-workers or classmates. Take it one step further. Call someone you haven't spoken to for years. E-mail your aunt or uncle that lives on the other side of the world from you. Step outside your comfort zone and approach a new/interesting person. You never know what people have to offer until you allow them to offer it.

Intellectually- challenge your mind. Read something thought provoking. Do crossword puzzles. Play chess. Our brains are meant to be used. Why not try to get every last minute you can out of it?

Independently- this one is important, and my favorite. Spend time by yourself. Reflect on your day. Write in your journal. Read articles on self improvement. Try to do something amazing. The possibilities are endless. Just spend 30 minutes alone with your thoughts without TV or Music. Just allow yourself to have a self image and realize if you did everything you wanted to do today. It feels amazing.

I promise, if you do these things you will feel great. Everyday will be a complete and full day. If you are willing to take it to the next step: pay it forward. Volunteer somewhere, coach someone, buy a cup of coffee for the person behind you in line. Here is what is amazing. Those people you are helping out, they don't care about any problems in your life. They don't care if you just got laid. They don't care if you are a stand up person or an asshole. They don't care much about the stranger. They do care about the amazing gesture you just provided. You can enlighten someone. You can make their day amazing. Proof:

I was at Kroger before my travels overseas. I saw this lady looking ruffled. She was stressed, upset, and in a rush to get out of the store. It turns out, she was $5 short on her budget. Now added pressure of the embarrassment of not having money and deciding what to put back, she lost it. I saw a tear stream down her face. Before I could even comprehend what was happening, the lady in front of her finishing putting her groceries in her cart pulled out a 5 and handed it to the cashier. The lady that didn't have enough money said in her teary voice. , "Thank you so much. After the day I have had, you just made it amazing." The lender asked for a hug and she was off. To see tears of pain and agony quickly stream to tears of joy is simply amazing. It inspired me.

No one is watching. What do you do? Are you going to pick up that piece of trash, or are you going to go with the convenient route?

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Friend or Foe?

It is no hidden fact that our consciousness pushes us forward. I wonder though, what about the subconscious thoughts? Einstein said we only use 10% of our brain. Whether this is true not is not the scope of my blog, however, I'd like to take this one step further. I believe we only use 10% of our consciousness.

We start out as unconscious beings. Well, I did at least. I don't remember my birth, I can barely remember what I had for breakfast last Tuesday- probably oatmeal with blueberries. How is such a primitive part of ourselves become minuscule as we age? We develop self awareness as we grow, mature, develop or whatever you want to call it. Our brains become bigger, our minds become open. We absorb things around us. We learn to talk. Are we active learners then (as in conscious learners)? Psychologists, researchers, and doctors will argue that we learn from trial an error.I understand and respect that many famous psychologists have talked about similar subjects. However, there is no certainty in the unconscious or the subconscious world in a very conscientious world.

I come to you tonight, exhausted. It is a 2 AM on a Thursday morning in Newcastle, England. My days consist of waking up at 7:30 AM, studying until 10 AM, class until 12, break. Classes straight from 1-5 PM. As we exit the fluctuating temperature of the same building we have been in all day we see darkness. Night time fell sometime between the start of Anatomy lecture and the middle or end of biochemistry. Normal people would find this as a full day. I push forward because I am a grinder. I relax briefly then study, workout, and eat for the next 5-6 hours. In bed by 11 out cold by 12. Anyways, I digress.

My point is that type of day should wear anyone out. Yet I stay awake. My mind is going 1,000 mph. I can relay my conscious thoughts out, but more and more thoughts arrive...from where?! There in-lies my story. The subconscious. This guy...he is a tricky one. He is the reason you won't talk to a pretty girl at Starbucks because he will remind you of any failed attempt. He is the one that keeps you up at night, thinking of outrageous things. He is the one that makes your dreams grow bigger and bigger, when in reality you don't live in a fantasy world. Ummm, maybe this guy isn't so evil. . .

He was the one that has helped me make good snap judgement in the past. He works abruptly to help me break my fall when I trip so I don't get hurt. He pulls out information stored in the back of my brain and makes me act on them. When teetering between two ideas, he picks one for me and makes me stick to the choice. He battles my ego to tell me how to be a gentleman. He has allowed me to live an amazing 22 years of life.

I challenge you to become the master of your subconscious. Ask it why you are being pushed one way or another. Try to understand with the morals of lifes' mysterious lessons. Be open minded, be open hearted. Learn to effectively communicate. Yearn to see if all his decisions lead you in the right path. Maybe he teases you about the girl Starbucks because he is challenging yo and wants you to succeed. Maybe he wants you to dream big so you aim high, and not be disappointed when you fall- mainly because he will be there to catch you. Maybe he keeps your up all night because. . .maybe sometimes you need to do something great.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Words of Motivation

Nothing is ideal. When choosing your path for the future, you must correlate your mindset with the following;

Ultimately, you will be the person most please when your dreams are fulfilled. You must meet and embrace challenges. Your specific talents play favorably for your future career. Strive for your dream. You must learn to make significant changes and sacrifices to your priorities and work habits to achieve your goal. Surround yourself with people who influence you and support you. Make sure they are honest about your strengths and weaknesses. Do things everyday that will better your career. Be willing to do extraordinary things to grow and change. You must give up your idealism for the reality. Ask yourself if you are willing to work years even decades to see through your plan of success. Remember, what you are doing will matter in 5, 10, even 100 years from now.

Use that as a positive affirmation (i.e read it out loud a few times to yourself) whenever you feel the difficulties of life burdening you.

Cheers

Friday, January 14, 2011

Dear son,

Dear son,

I am writing you because by the time you read this, I will no longer be around. I apologize for that, however there are often things in life that you cannot control. Destiny tends to be one of those factors. I hope you read this with a nonjudgmental attitude. I need you to understand I wanted to leave the best advice. I have only learned so much at this point of my life. I stay humble because there is a whole world out there that I do not understand. This advice is timeless. Take it to heart.

First off, live your life by being humble, confident, honest, and grateful. By sticking to these qualities, you will help yourself in any situation into which you may stumble.

Get out there. A true judgement of a man's character is assembled by his experiences. Live it, man. It will be worth it. Your stories and life will be much more satisfying.

Never fear that you are missing out on something. Your own life and experiences are just as important as what society or your friends are doing.

With that being said, never act nor believe that you are better than anyone else. Be confident, however every person you meet will have some knowledge that you do not posses. They have talents, skills, and abilities that can help you. Use that to your advantage. You do this by having an open heart and an open mind.

Learn to read people, but not in a negative context. Try to understand a person to their core level. Understand why people act or respond how they do. Body language, human development, and personal relations will help you tremendously in life.

Be a gentleman at any and all costs. Open doors for people, smile, be charming, over tip, etc. There are encyclopedic sized books written on the subject. Use them to your advantage. While the bad boy may look cool and fun, the gentleman has a higher status in society.

Women are confusing. Don't try to understand them. Don't try to dominate them. Learn what makes them happy. Learn to please them. Believe in yourself and your abilities.

In terms of a bad break up, cut off all communications for at least 6 months. At all costs.

People are mean to each other sometimes. Do not take it personally. Shake it off and try to make the world a better place.

Learn the art of human communication. Learn to talk to people and chat with people. When you are connecting with people, you are living.

Remember you are destined to do great things. Always use your resources and connections to allow you get there.

Life is tough. It will throw you around. It will eat you up and spit you back out. Best analogy I have heard: Life is like climbing an icy mountain. Sometimes you are at peaks, sometimes at valleys. Often you will slip off the side and find yourself in the valley. Never find yourself settling in the valley. Always be on the climb no matter how hurt you are, how bad you feel. No other way to live life.

Once the paradox of choice is off the table, you can see things more clearly. In other words, decide. Don't flirt with 2-3 different ideas. Just go out and do it. If you are stuck between two options, flip a coin. Whatever side you want it to land on; is your decision.

Treat yourself well. Eat healthy, exercise, and learn. Everyday spend time working physically, mentally, emotionally, and socially. This will help you maintain a healthy all around lifestyle.

You have the ability to metabolize alcohol very well. Do not abuse this ability.

Surround yourself with people that will not allow you to fail in life.

With that said, accept failure in the smaller battles. Fail at small things often. You will never know if you don't try.

If you don't want to do something, maybe that is the thing you need to be doing....

I am missing many other life lessons. However, life is best learned from the first hand view. Live well, prosper and make your world amazing. You have the ability to inspire, influence, and stabilize the health and minds of everyone around you. Do it. Your life will be amazing. I know this because your family (my family) will always be there to support you, no matter what.

Love,
Dad


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I suppose that is what I would tell my child at this point in my life if I were not around to raise him. I have so much more to say, putting them into words is a difficult task.....Cheers all