A Way To Handle Negative

A man named Negative. He throws himself at you wanting to craze up your innards and make ya combust into specks of nothing. Negative wants ALL of us doomed to specks! It wants to take over the world and if we let it, it will.

So here’s how we’re gonna stop it.

Let’s take self. We’re gonna build up an immune system to Mr.Neggypants and we’re gonna start with that ingrained desire to live happily. We’re not going to attack, we’re going to be slow mo human bots for a little while until we get the hang of this.
When Negative enters into our life zone, whether it has surged in and caught us off guard or  eased over the lines, we’re not going to overreact. We are going to be the slow charge that releases an air of nonchalance. We’re not going to give it the satisfaction of our shock, distaste,sadness or our fury. Cause’ that’s the stuff it feeds off of and it will eat it ALL and when it’s finished that, it will want MORE.
We are the mighty, the strong, and we’re going to prove it.

If we view Mr. Negative as a poor lost speck himself; bored and alone, a sad creature stuck in a realm of beauty, ( that’s me and you ) well, he’s a lot easier to conquer.
Show him you’ve switched the controls around to YOU.
Take THAT, Mr. Negative.

You won’t be able to stop him from popping into your life entirely so when he comes around you can say, ” Yah, I know you- but yo, you are not turning me into dust, man. ”   With your continual resilience you are building a resistance.
Eventually, your reactions get smoother, you’re more grounded in confidence and the effect of Negative becomes less negative and more…well…positive. 
Prove to yourself and to everyone around you, that your life is worth so much.
So much in fact, that letting Mr.Negative dissolve you into a speck of nothing is not even the last thing you’re going to let happen.
You’re not going to let it happen at all. 


And you’re positive about that.

Air Breathing

If air was a breathing
we’d all be dead.

We’d be too focused on
everyday nothings
on divorce,breakups,
hurts,aches and all
and we’d all be dead
because air would be our
second nature.

We’d have no technique
no good for the air
We’d be smoke in suffocation,
worrying about the big things
that are SMALL

If air was a breathing
we’d all be dead.

Going with Soul

Saturated soul, you beam dance into the skys of my eyes and blast full lipped gloss onto my tongue.

You converse with me in the weave of the tree leaves and you let me bend; because I told you I was broke.

I land in shoulder length bloom of dark and of light. I shuttle up the burrows of my grim appearance and as my appetite wanes and grows, the motion of my brainheart does too.
I am not exhausted enough to let my thoughts convince me my future is no place for me to be.
Saturated soul, you whisper into my hands and brush my cheeks with blush.
I will continue.

The Lowdown on Memory Trucks and Memory Towns

What's up with continually looking back on memories and the way things 
used to be? Why do I do it so much it takes up all the space under my 
bed and prevents my clothing from hanging properly in my closet?
I'd like to think that I'm not the only one.
The thing is, I'm not sure one can train themselves to think less of 
those past years... or even if we want to.
I don't know about you but I find comfort and a sense of peace when I 
look back. It's like those good times can't get messed up and the 
feelings that attach with it, are ones that won't get snatched away. 
It's safe.
But along with these happy feelings, a longing tends to squirm and it's 
movements echo throughout our body. However small this longing may 
be, our minds usually catch feel of it.

When I decided to look into the bottom of my memory box I found that a 
lot of the photos and clippings, the receipts and the trinkets were 
from a certain town.
I realized that the destination of my rides to the past, were pretty 
darn predictable. Memory lane? Talk about a highway engrossed with 
directional speed. Zooming down tootsie roll roads,over a few hills and
home-made pizza bridges, ending up in the town of Two Thousand and Seven. 
Almost every single time.
Why there?

The memory destination for each of us is of course, different. It
is not just because of the parts of the world we are in, nor our personal
experiences but because of what we value in life.
Our interests and our values determine what lies at the bottom of our memory
box which in turn, determines where we arrive when we travel back. 

Do we have a choice of where the Memory trucks go?
Instead of revisiting the streets and buildings of Two Thousand and 
Seven, can we journey beyond that town and into another?
We certainly can.
The roads there may be of different texture, and various memories that 
you had forgotten could be located in oncoming traffic. These memories 
may produce feelings you weren't expecting and may alter your course 
but eventually you get there.
Looking around we see things we are familiar with. This town is full of 
people to.The smiles and interactions, the trees and the sidewalks. 

And the things you notice matter.

Even though it may be another year of memories, with perhaps a 
different country under your feet or a person gone-someone who was 
always in your memories before,there is a connection between all your 
memory box pieces.

What do you value in life?
Let's say you have children now and you value them the most. The 
value doesn't necessarily change in your memories and moments before 
they were born,the care and devotion just gets focused elsewhere. The 
strongest feeling you get when you think of your children, was 
dispersed elsewhere before you had them.Perhaps you showed your 
husband more care and attention because you liked his dependence on you. 
You valued feeling worthy and needed that connection to feel loved.

Maybe you value relationships, friendships.
Even though there are people who are in your life only for a day or a 
week it does not make them incapable of impacting you.
Isn't that kind of neat to think about?
Some of course, are with you through a longer period of time and those 
inevitably influence who you are. Sometimes we take on their morals and 
ways of thinking, sometimes we may almost lose our individuality.
The point is, the memories we continue to go back to are generally 
ones that contain what we value most in life.

For me, Two Thousand and Seven has streets filled with incredible 
realizations based on the people who were around me. The discovery of 
friendships as well as that long-lasting knowledge. So much love that 
seems to seep out from every corner and building of that Memory town
when I visit.

Why does it always seem so much better when I look back? Why wasnt it 
just as good then? When I was actually in that year with those people?
Most of us are familiar with the lyric,' we don't know what we've got
until it's gone'.
 I believe that can pertain to the reasoning but I also believe 
if we were thinking about those moments the way we do now, while BEING 
in those moments, it would change them completely, if not lose them. 
Our awe could freeze us, our blinking eyes could miss the minutes and 
our present days would be altered drastically.

It's okay to look back on those good times and reminisce of all the 
fun things you used to do, but how healthy is it if it is preventing 
these current days of great potential from occurring?

Which brings me to my final point.
What about the days we are living now? Are we so absorbed in the past 
that we are faltering in our present? Are we trying to capture the 
good feelings we assume we will feel years later on-about these 
current moments? Are we freezing up because we are afraid that what we 
value may disappear?

It is sad to think that distance may grow between a best friend you 
had or that someone you cared about will stop spending as much time with you.
Somethings are within our control and others are simply not.
What I want us to do is figure out our values.
Whether we have to take a few trips to our memory box or 
whether we already know,once those values are established we must 
plant them in our daily lives. We need to make country hills full of 
this stuff so that we can smell it wherever we go. Our crop must be 
visited everyday. We must nourish the seeds, the leaves, and the 
flower. We must care for them with delicate compassion and respect for 
our values determine our happiness. By focusing on them, we will feel 
fulfilled and the lungs of our daily lives will enable a strength that
allows us to dance for a lifetime in the presence of what we value most.
The more we stay focused on what we care about the most, the better 
the chance we will start living days we embrace with our whole heart.