Consolation Prizes

Last year I ran the Warrior Dash with exhilaration and excitement. It was even more amazing than I though it could be. At the end of the event we all were awarded medals to show the accomplishment. While the physical gratification is great I started to think about what did I do with that medal?

To be honest, I don’t really care. As I get older I’ve realized that there are a lot of physical things you will acquire in your life. A lot of things that can be too easy to tie sentimental value too.  But that’s just it. It’s just a feeling it brings to you and only you. It’s a trigger for a memory you’ve created in your head. Whether good or bad a memory that will often last or linger. 

For some reason I’ve always wanted to have consolation prizes for the things I’ve done, to show others that I can do this or I’ve done that. While there’s a right time for these, most of the times it’s unnecessary. I don’t need to collect things to show a memory. I need to be a better story teller. If not told through words, through pictures and video. That’s what makes a memory real. 

All of these physical things collect dust and take up space. While it feels internally good to share something that has sentimental value, it’s just a thing to most others. Instead, tell vibrant stories and bring that moment back to life.

If not, go somewhere with someone and create new memories, new stories to share. Rinse and repeat. Make more memories, not collect things. 

Breaking Lines

Find it. Define it. Cross it. You’re an amazing creation of nature. You have an imagination that can create things beyond our wildest dreams. Every day. Yet there’s too many that live within the constraints and normals presented before us, never testing our dreams. Fuck that. Do something. I think it’s important, no, critical, for us to have a life worth sharing, a tale of a story for the grandchildren. It’s moments in life when you break through your comfort lines and became disruptive, that’s when you truly stand out. Good for you. Your life is defined by these moments.

You ALWAYS have an option. With passion, you’ll find a way. Don’t like your job? Quit. Like that girl you met the other night? Contact her. Think yoga’s gay? Try it. Why fear the unknown when you can explore it? Live it. Please, please, please, I beg of you, never loose your passion, let it drive you, even if it’s into unchartered territories, better yet, when it is in uncharted territories. There’s that crazy Apple commercial about “the crazy ones that think they can change the world, do”. I think it’s time more people get “crazy” and smell the flowers that define their dreams. I want you to find that insane fire in you that lifts you so high, that excites you, that makes you believe in the impossible, and do it. Damn it, there are no excuses, just justifications you creatively come up with to keep yourself safely with your comfort levels. That’s bad. The problem with this is you’ll never truly live, hell, you’re just dying. 🙁

Want to be happy? Want to make a difference? Want to truly love? Do something you wouldn’t normally do and learn from your exploration. It’ll feel weird, uncomfortable, awkward maybe, but I guarantee you’ll have a story, and a new appreciation to a different aspect of life you didn’t know existed. Shit, it may even open your world to something you never though you’d do. Congratulations, you’re defining new lines. Stop for a moment and think, the most amazing memories you have are the ones when you were disruptive, out the ordinary, weird, awkward, uncomfortable. Smile. Life is a gift. Make amazing memories, stop dying and start living. Break some lines.

Converting Words

I think the quip “actions speak louder than words” is one of the most underrated, overlooked piece of advice anyone could receive.

Words are a peculiar thing. For words are nothing more than a medium for us to do one of two things; share history or create a representation of promise and hope. This is a huge problem. It’s a problem because too many of us believe in the words we say or hear and not what they represent.  Yet, it gets even worse than that! When we use words we use them in the form of a language, so that someone else can understand.

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Inventing Stars

On a clear night, I see stars. Actually the emitting light from stars. Ohhh stars.  Massive, luminous balls of plasma intensely held together by gravity. Aggressive and volatile by nature in it’s real time, but so eloquently mesmeric and tranquil in sight; inevitable truth and a reflection of a forgiving effort. Let me see if I can elaborate this thought…

A light-year. The only measurement of distance that relates to time. That is because the distance is related to how far light takes to travel in one year. Given that most stars are light-years away, the light that you see in present day, on a clear night sky, was actually created 2, 3, 5, or possibly 10 years ago.  A star at the time the light was created was aggressive, chaotic, and agitative, yet years later the beautiful radiance of that star still shines. Its the original hard work that its beauty pays itself off… Continue reading →


It’s not the number of roses, its the number that matters. It’s not the location or time that matters, it’s the right setting. It’s not the right kiss, it’s the moment of embrace. The moment when boredom becomes non-existent, addiction is exhilarating, and happiness is sincerely within. This is passion. Unfortunately, the most overlooked, lost, and euphoric part of life that so many seem to have forgotten its true meaning, its true feeling and heart.

In this strange world we live in, where so much meaning is lost or hidden from truth, its a sad excuse for a way to live. Nothing comes easy, we all know this, but we shouldn’t be afraid to fall, afraid to fail, afraid to lose. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet sadly enough, I don’t think enough people are willing to cheat death in this way. Too many look for the easy way out or an excuse for wrong, discomfort and hurt. The integrity of life is lost. I feel like we’re living in a world false, a creative void. Continue reading →