The Brodeo

I’M BACK

Training.  Working Out. 

Doing something more than nothing.

Sweating, again, and doesn’t it feel good?

At a local gym.

The Brodeo.

Pronounced: broυ’dei.oυ

Right.

Blank

A MOMENT

I Sank.

My thoughts emptied.

My heart stilled.

Emotions lost.

Rocked My World To A Happy Place

HOW I DID LIFE THIS WEEK

I Got To Thinking About Happy.

Not the Gluten-Free, Ketogenic diversion we could truly care less about.

We Love Our Happy simple, comforting and content by familiarity.

Give Up?

NAP IT OUT

Just Like That, Huh …

Everything you do is done.

Finito.  Non Più.

All you’ve accomplished.

No more.

Ode To Self

I WANT TO BE THAT GUY

Who?

The dude over there.

Where?

“Grinning … in My mirror.  Wearing … My new shoes.  Eating … My breakfast oats.”

Silly Bastard.

Never Grow Old

THE BEST ADVICE

I’ve Ever Given Myself … 

With a modest caveat.

Yes, there is a fateful conclusion – mortality – we must all answer.

In the interim of Life, we needn’t sell our Soul – or anything else – to darkness for one fatal leap into the mystical Fountain of Youth.

Or, oblige temptation of false Ego as an enabler to vanity.

Slow Clap For Self Love

WE DESERVE IT

I’m Doing Three … Taking A Long Five Count.

Just because.

And, I’ve never done it before.

First timer for Big Self Love.

A Prelude To Fate Revisited

NEARLY DROWNING SAVED MY LIFE

The Circumstances Of My Stupidity Couldn’t Have Been Any Different.

Or similar.

It happened twice.

Neither time was fun and the outcome the same.

What If The World Was A Better Place

NOW WHAT?

We Just Going To ‘Chill It All The Way Back’ …  And Enjoy The Glorious View From Our Lofty Perch Atop The Shrine Of Contentment On Delusion Mountain?

Are we satisfied in doing our insignificant part – the essential minimum to ease our guilty conscience – knowing we can and should do more?

Doesn’t sound like us, does it?

What We Do With Love

PROCLAMATION OF OUR SOUL

To Love.

To Be Love.

To Be Loved.