Starting again

Posted in Everyday Posts on October 1, 2017 by g0y3r

Looking at this blank page, unable to concentrate on one clear line of thought. Too many changes to recount here, only thing that matters is to start again.

Life is good, and when it’s not, it just is.


Wow, I’ve come a long way

Posted in Everyday Posts on August 23, 2013 by g0y3r

It is the year 2013 of our Lord, and after going back and reading all of my old posts I have one verdict: damn. Everything is so dark and depressing, I clearly wrote all of those with a drink in my hand around 3 am. The summer of 2012 was a bit of personal purgatory for me, I had forgotten how much writing I did during that time. The summer of 2013 on the other hand has been blissful. I’ve spent a lot of time at Ocracoke island, and enjoying the company of my wonderful girlfriend Dorian. I’ve graduated college and now I’m trying to make it as a Navy diver before November. In light of these changes and moving forward with life, I came back to my blog with the intention of creating a new blog  with a new direction and get back into the discipline of writing. So with that, I bid this blog farewell and move on to what will hopefully be a more fulfilling project.

I hate sunshine and giggles

Posted in Everyday Posts on July 11, 2012 by g0y3r

Is it wrong when you begin to loathe happy people? Is there something in the selfish human brain that says, “hey, I’m not happy so no one else should be happy either!” I guess it is something with the ego, that when it gets bruised you start to hate sunshine, giggles, and especially seeing other people happy. Or is it simple jealousy? “Oh, they are having fun, why can’t I enjoy life?” Or even just plain bitterness that is sucking away the joy of being alive. If you are experiencing these symptoms, the only thing I’ve found so far that cures me is a strong drink. Which is very sad but true. A good rum and coke puts a grin on my face and I stop caring about everything. Moral of the story…don’t let life get you down or you will start drinking.

The End.


What is love?

Posted in Everyday Posts on July 9, 2012 by g0y3r

Love is being afraid, love is climbing a tree and feeling the limb break as you reach the top. It shakes you and spins you around, until you forget which way is up and which is down. Love consumes you, love makes you or breaks you. Love is the great unsolved mystery that makes life worth living. Love can drive minds and hearts to such despair as to take their own life. Love is the great equalizer, love is what makes us human.

There will be a time in life when you will meet someone. Someone that falls into your life like a shooting star and can never be forgotten. Their entrance may come unnoticed, subtle yet sudden and you wonder where they have been your whole life. You will quickly fall in love with this person, for better or worse, but you don’t care because the act of loving them while you can far out weighs the many risks and dangers. Passions flare and sparks fly, you become ensnared in this crazy dream. It may end suddenly, it may last a lifetime, you may depart each other with joy or anger, and you may find each other again in life or death. But one idea, one fact that is certain, is neither of you will ever be the same again, and you both become better people from having shared your lives for however long.

Lack of motivation and the loss of a soul

Posted in Everyday Posts on July 9, 2012 by g0y3r

We’ve all had that feeling. That “I don’t think I’ll get out of bed today” feeling. The “do I really have to do that right now?” when you only want to sit and watch the world go by. Despite always feeling terrific whenever I actually do something ahead of time, I remain a stubborn slow poke when it comes to ever doing anything. Especially writing, oh man I can never force myself to sit down and write anything. Whenever I think, “oh I should really work on a story/blog post” I instantly find something else to do, usually unproductive.  Yet…there is something deeper than laziness. Something about life as a whole has lost its luster. I simple don’t find many things to be interesting or exciting anymore. It’s like the volume on everything has been turned down and the color drained. This feeling comes and goes, so maybe it is only depression and boredom. There is another feeling that keeps scratching at the back of my mind though.

It may be strange to say, but I feel that my soul perished some time ago. Since that mark in my life, my true self has sat watching me carry on forward into life, and only in death will my body and soul be rejoined. A backwards way to look at things indeed, but I cannot help but feel that I am watching myself from a far place. My soul and mind are no longer one, what remains now is the flesh but the spirit has sat down by the wayside. My flesh has carried one without the soul, and now one watches the other and waits for the day when they will be whole again.

No way to test the validity of that of course, it is only a feeling after all. Or maybe depression is only a symptom, and that when your soul departs, depression is the wound left behind.  I’m sure I could get some support for this idea. Only now I’m curious as to what cures depression. I’ve avoided medication of any kind and managed just fine despite the whole “life is drained of all color” and general depressed feelings. Working out and being active helps, and I know dieting has an effect as well. Writing is a big part of what keeps me in order and gives release to most things.

So who knows, maybe if I find an end to my depression I will get my soul back.

Life, death, and a legacy.

Posted in Everyday Posts on July 6, 2012 by g0y3r

Life is one cruel hop from the cradle to the grave. For each piece of heaven that I have been given, I must always suffer a bit of hell in return.

Perhaps being bored makes me dramatic, or I just enjoy writing dramatic thoughts, more like both I think. As of late I have been thinking about death. I’m not even that old in years yet, but I have come to grips with just how short life is. I am mortal, and could leave this life at any moment. This instant, tomorrow, the next day, it is an ever hungry beast waiting outside my door. Yet I do not fear it, for I understand and accept that death is the end of all things. I will always fight to survive, I will never give up my life easily, but when the time is finally up I will go willingly, and even be anxious for that final experience we face in life.

I don’t want to die in a hospital, or inside if it can be helped. I would hope that I die outside, peacefully or at least well. If I were to be struck down in my house or indoors and had any strength left in me, I would do everything I could to get outside and die beneath the open sky. I want a good death, and I suppose everyone wishes for a good death. To me a good death would be a quick, painless death, or at least just quick. Maybe a moment to understand that my time has come, but I do not want to lay in a bed surrounded by family waiting for me to finally die. I had my time with them in life, but death is my journey and I wish to take it alone. That to me would be a good death.
Now granted I speak and think of death, this is true, but I do not wish for it. I simply have accepted that I will and must die. This reinforces that fact that I have only one life to live, and must do what I can with it. This has led me to thoughts of what legacy I am leaving behind. Do I have a legacy to speak of yet? Some family will do my memory honor, but that will die with them. I have had an impact on the lives of a few people perhaps, but probably nothing very profound. Seems to me I must have children, write provoking literature, or do something that otherwise makes my name worth remembering. If I must die, I could die at peace…but I would regret that I meant so little to so few. Perhaps if I do live longer I can either forge a legacy or perhaps in death I will see what sort of legacy I have already made. I may find that the little things I have done are more important than trying to become great. That by not becoming great I had a more profound impact. I only what to feel that I mattered, that I did not exist and fight for nothing. Most people do have children and leave a lasting legacy through them. They may be good parents, and good parents will raise good children who will be good parents to their kids, and the cycle continues. God knows we need more good people in the world. So I do think parenting is a worthwhile legacy to devote yourself to. What are we then if not flesh and blood, to give our love and devotion to another and birth children to carry on small parts of our genetic legacy. To teach our values and lessons to our children so that generations later, despite being long gone, part of who we were will live on.

I messed up, I made a mistake, and I lost you

Posted in Everyday Posts on July 3, 2012 by g0y3r

Funny how things end up. You go from staying up all night with someone to being up all weekend because your mind is tormented by those memories. When we met, it was perfect. Never had I been so lucky before in my life. Our first night together could not have been made any more beautiful. Things only got better from there, the times that we shared had ups and downs, but we were so happy. Yet there was a flaw from the start, and it only cracked the whole thing apart in the end. I fucked up and broke your heart. I’m pretty good at that, not the first time I’ve let someone down. Now where are you? In someone else’s arms, I doubt you share my agony. I can’t seem to forgive myself for what I’ve done, what I’ve lost. Songs, smells, candlelight and memories, they either enrage me now or I burst into hysterical laughter instead of tears. I doubt crying would help me any. So I turn up the music and down another drink to your love and beauty, I’ll get over you eventually. For now though, I’m plagued by dreams, sleepless nights, and a fire in my gut. Call me pathetic, dramatic, weak, I don’t care. Every man has felt this for some woman sometime in their life, damned fools that we are. I only wish that I had not hurt you, and that circumstances had been better for us. I miss you darling, and I only hope you are happy where you are now.