Paint Yourself A Picture

Imagine if you will, being asked to stand outside every day for a year to paint a picture of the life you wish to have for yourself. If you desire so make it five, or ten years, make it a life time if you feel that what you want will evolve as the world changes around you. Now, let me ask you this... Do you think that the conditions of each day will be ideal for painting? The reality of the matter is that you may be painting a majority of this picture in a storm. This is life. It will almost never be how you see it, but if you keep painting with the wind in your eyes, and grit on your canvas, believing in your heart that what you're putting out there is beautiful, picture after picture, then how it looks in the end doesn't matter, as long as you keeping doing what you're doing with passion.

This is not new to me.

Do you even blog? Why blog? Why THIS BLOG? I had another, and others before it. Why start over? I keep a handwritten journal, and continue to write all sorts of personal shit in that. A lot about life, ideas and plans, but mostly bullshit about women and mother fucking emotions. Should I even be allowed to have a blog? I've had many private journals, where I divulged details from the depths of my delirious mind, where I spend a lot of my time; Safe and unseen thank almighty OM (optional maker)... These days I keep those journals to level out my make-shift bed frame. I've thought about burning some of them, or all of them, maybe along with some other things, because they're just things, and life is easier when you travel light. Right, back to the question, why start over? WHY NOT!? This is going to be a lot like my other blogs, but not. Yes, this blog, why not? If you're here, hear me, don't complain about it, yet... It's a work in progress.