I've been through, taken myself through some experiences that have resulted in a really awesome outlook... I don't see much or maybe anything, as competition. And actually, when I feel someone attempting to compete, I kinda feel bad for them. And I don't mean it in an athletic arena but more in a "I'm smarter than you, I'm bigger than you, I'm more successful than you," kinda way. I see guys that want to puff up their chest/wallet/ego... And I feel bad....
I see a lot of struggle and depression right now... Nearly every world I touch, it's right there.... So I'm working to offset it by addressing it and maneuvering through it, helping them maneuver through it, as best possible.
Sometimes, depression can be too big to truly grasp... It can feel like a heavy blanket that covers over your eyes, your arms, it's on your back pushing your head down... Nothing feels right. I know because I've been there and never really knew where the exit was... You just luckily find your way out or wait for the storm to pass... I don't know... I'm not a psych major, that's just how it feels. It helps knowing you have friends... People that are on your team and support you.
When you see a guy in a wheel chair, you don't say "hey man, just get up!" So when you see a guy down, really down... Depressed... You can't say "just get up..." It doesn't work like that.
I don't think people are nice enough to each other... Nice just to be nice... A lot of people are carrying around their mood and their shit and we all overlap each other... Our energies overlap. If you're lucky, your good energy overlaps w someone else's.
Sometimes I wonder "your instincts really pushed you to behave like an asshole?" because that's really weird.
But often, it feels like I was born in the wrong place or wrong era... (@ home behind the sun, get it?)I don't understand the craziness. We have a president launching robotic bombs at huts where a phone ping refistErs in some computer 1,000,000 miles away. Pop music sucks. Great artists are so rare. Thinking of Robin Williams has made me tear up all week...
We're not connected enough. This system has us chasing money... Working too many hours... Our eyes are all over the place... We're loaded w schedules and anxiety...
This new book written by Jay a Paterno is so sad... What a story. The media and Freeh really, really f'd up big and karma's a bitch.
I like to think my training sessions are your one hour of mental vacation.
And now my egg foo young is ready :)
Peace, love and empathy...
(Get it?)
