@ Cozmuel Ink - Cozumel, Mexico
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—-which is more—-you’ll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can’t laugh when the whole
thing
is so ridiculous
that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits,
the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the
poets … are interesting?
Charles Bukowski
If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
E.B. White
to whom it may concern.
hello again.
taking a moment to reflect.
this year? plan, plan, plan. attempt to appreciate friends while they’re still within a 10-20 minute radius of you. attempt to appreciate Malibu while you’re still here. plan a little more. make a list of things you want to do in LA. never execute any task on the list. okay, maybe 3 or so. plan, redirect, plan again. send out some applications. “it’s never a bad idea to just apply right?” (x20) career counseling. figuring “you” out. stuff you already knew. but pretend not to. make more plans according to who you are and what suits you. supposedly. anxiety. thinking in to-do lists. emails. phone calls. more anxiety. never on top of things. “but that’s life.” attempt to take control. yeah. right. schedule your friends in. flake out. be flaked out on. start over. “it’s fine. we’ll hang out this weekend.” 3 weeks later. 3 months later. reality. keep going. self-discovery? sure. where’s God? who’s that? hm. just being honest. is that all there is?
what would life look like if we were just living in the present? I know we’re supposed to be focused on what’s to come and living accordingly. but sometimes I wonder if it has to be like this. this 21st century, schedule things down to the minute sort of living—always preparing for tomorrow instead of letting today prepare us for tomorrow. am I missing lessons that today has for me because I’m constantly in preparation for what’s to come?
I think it’s all very exhausting.
I think that says it all.
Most of us think we are human beings having a spiritual experience, when actually it’s probably more accurate that we are spiritual beings having a human experience.
Ambassador Andrew Young, top aide to Martin Luther King Jr.
My second tattoo and my absolute favorite lyric. Done at Flaming Heart in Edinburg,TX by my good friend and amazing tattooist, Chris de Leon.
