"The Answer to Everything"

The answer to everything, my friend,

is a question.

[Like] the pearls of sky and the blues of the moon.

[Like] the dark of day and light of night.

[Like] the unknown of the child and the familiarity of someone else's home.

[Like] the vastness of secrets and the language of a canyon.

The question to everything, my friend,

is your answer.

The Hero

Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions.

[chik-uh-n]

A boneless chicken! I feel like one! Back from gym, this time for real! lol Life is tough now at almost 28 in 2 months. Knees creek, elbows creek, everything creeks. If I stop taking care of myself now, it's really gonna be all downhill. What sucks about this is shopping, I just came back from publix and stayed about 20 min looking for the "right" cereal, when in reality you damn well know your gonna pick the same healthy one you always buy (But I can dream dammit! I can taste the Sugar right now). Funny thing about cereal is that when you were a kid, after having your 1st bowl, it wasn't enough, then the second was better, and by the third you had the biggest Saturday morning sugar rush your parent's money can buy (good times). Shopping isn't as fun anymore either. Before you would want to push the cart really fast and just place your feet on the rail and glide through the aisles (not looking at nutritional information). Cereal picking was a lot easier and funner too (hmm, frosted flakes? lucky charms? fruit loops?.. how about mix all 3? lol)

sigh... well I cant wait to have to kids now......
(because you know I'm gonna steal their food!)

More than a hobby...

Prelude

But just as I enjoy another sip from my glass, I pause, and I am left staggered and shocked from a mental breakthrough that I have waited so many years to reach. The mixture of ambition and smooth alcohol drive out of my mouth like a breath of fire....

Act One

to appreciate.. what does it mean?

The literal translation is: to be grateful or thankful for; to view as valuable; to be fully conscious of; be aware of; detect;

But how can we really grasp this concept when we walk in a tunnel bounded with self-absorbed walls?

My confession embarked from the day I learned the difference between right and wrong. What was so outstanding was that the world was either corrupt in greed of evil or in the brotherhood of love for your fellow mate... the good.

And to contemplate in favor of the latter was a target that many and myself have toiled to grasp since childhood.

Intermission

The plot thickens and I sit here on my bed, my back against the backboard, my legs spread across the bed not too distant from each other. My skin feels fresh from a recent cold shower and I can smell the glenlivet rise from my mouth into my nostrils. It's intoxicating and fills my head with thoughts that feel like a lukewarm lullaby.

Act Two

It happens, but not like you'd imagine it, but as if it would have crept on you in your sleep. But not like a regular night of rest, but like one of those nights where you toss and turn to reach a slumber that's far from reach. It has no definition. It's limitless and finite simultaneously. This is such an art.

She is thinking right now. What is, what isn't, what could and can't be. It let's me know she is human. Which is a hard thing to do; being human. Which is good.

But ultimately her drive is suffocated by an ambition which is obsessed by love. Her love which is unconditional. This love is the human fuel for the soul. A chaos trapped in a fist-sized box.

A man, no matter how proud... listen and take heed to my warning.. your pride will be your fall. Take time to listen, see, and touch everything that cant be heard, seen, or felt. Appreciate everything you do and do not have.

Nothing is for sure and nothing is forever and heroes are forgotten. So take this love as an example and don't get caught up in appearance. Your reflection is often a lie, and your soul can't be seen better than the the other who stands and looks you in the eye.... after all, the eyes are said to be the gateway to the soul.

This is wild. The stars are moving across the sky. But we all know it's the earth doing the moving, don't we? Just like us. Yeah.. but that's another chapter.

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The glass is empty.

The alarm clock sounds.

I wake up ♠

Marine

Over two centuries of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, my mother was an M-16 and my father was the devil. Each moment I live is an additional threat upon your life.

I’m ruggish looking, roving soldier of the sea. I’m cocky , self-centered, overbearing and I do not know the meaning of fear for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster made of blood and guts who arose from the sea. Whose sole purpose in life is to perpetuate death and destruction upon the festering anti-Americans throughout the globe, whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I’ll die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving my life to mom, apple pie, and the American flag.

We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day when God rested we overran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we’ve been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both of then at the same time. Fighter by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, and a United States Marine by an act of God.