A Fucking Page

"The universe is weird." I say this a lot. Probably too much. Believe me I know it gets annoying. I have lost the interest of dates and coworkers alike as I've even remotely began any esoteric rant about synchronicity and the universe's ability to deliver at life's precise moments. I really do not know what is wrong with me. Well I do and it is weird. I am weird. I admit that.

Since touching down in Los Angeles, my goal has been this... "Let's see where the universe takes me." Maybe its gut. Maybe its intuition. Maybe its God. Maybe we really are in the Matrix and I am the Dollar General version of Keanu Reeves. All I know is that I couldn't be more excited about where it has been taking me here in LA. Now don't think of any of these as physical places either.

Like any relationship, there are a four keys to a healthy one that I believe. You gotta connect Emotionally, Mentally, Intellectually, and Physically. Essentially you gotta be able to cry together, dream together, think together, and fuck like you're the last two people on earth. Sounds simple. Sounds blissful. Requires constant work, just like everything in life. I know because I failed.

Reeling this back in, my relationship to Los Angeles has been one of complete introspective reflection and growth. Reconnecting with myself emotionally, mentally, intellectually, and physically. So despite not fucking myself, I am opening up and welcoming the understanding and growth of my own emotions, aspirations, cognitive abilities, and physical health. This sounds like complete bullshit. I know... I KNOW.. This is my problem now and I am okay with it.

Believe me, I still take my occasional cheat days and smoke a little too much, but this time, I am on a beach in Malibu. Every day though I am writing something about life or work. I am talking to friends about doing positive shit. It's just a different 'wave' of what I am bringing into my own life and it is all chalked up to whatever has been awakened inside. I've never read as much... I've never read as much into people... I've never embraced the outside or even friendships as much as I have. I have also never donated my time to causes more than I have now. Which brings me to this too...

A friend recently asked what I was getting out of the volunteer kick I am on and all I could muster up was, "A Page". After the pause, I explained...

We talk about our story or journey as if it is made up of only the momentous occasions. We fail to scale. What is leading up to those Chapter Endings & Beginnings??? Don't worry, I'll wait...

PAGES. You see if you start to understand your purpose, even ever so slightly, you wrangle in a decent idea of how a Chapter could end or begin. So just help the pages make sense. On this path towards a legacy, I have Chapters as goals but leading to all of those are pages I have to fill. So I work a little more to increase my knowledge, I volunteer to find a way to better serve humans, I am fully transparent in my expressions so people can truly understand who I am trying to present, and I embrace endorphins (however that may be).

So after this weekend, I took myself to Malibu to do my weekly reflection on the beach. In the moments that followed, I opened a satirical book of poetry that I am already familiar with and read the first page I turned to....I smiled... I looked up at the sky. And I thanked the universe. Cause even though something is weird, it can mean well...

The Journey Continues....