You tell me that I make no difference… at least I’m fucking trying… what the fuck have you done? It’s in my eyes… and it doesn’t look that way to me in my eyes.
–– Minor Threat
I move to connect. Life is engagement with environment. Choice. Do not expect an outcome. No expectation, no judgment. Time is a mere reflection of passing. Abandon past associations. Connect with presence.
Possessions distract from that which gives life. Creativity, the elixir of experience, thrives on simplicity.
The less I feel the need to do the more life becomes spontaneous. Structure heightens productivity, yet smothers the creative force of the instant.
In motion, I am free to be. Moving rhythmically, I commune with free-space, absent any labels (sex, status, age, race, etc.) my expression is pure. In this moment I am free to follow my thoughts, set an intention, initiate action, and live out my expectations.
Upon completion, I am at peace. Stillness arrives in the space created by exertion. Here I sit with coffee, pencil, and paper. Warmth and elevated heart rate replaced with a clear mind and present thought. To communicate thought through writing is to live life twice.
Clarity may not always arrive, but when it does, so too follows flow.
Initiate. Experience. Reflect.