This should be started with the fact that I have a rather delicate ego. It might look big, but really, it shrinks to fit the setting, but when forced to shrink too much, it reacts. With an air of pride that is certain, forward, and usually rather direct, even if it is certain about being uncertain and wanting to know more. Sometimes I’m okay with talking out of my butt, yet, this isn’t very often. Joking, sarcasm, and puns aside, I tend to be rather serious, nay, I’d say real. Of course I have objectives, many of them immediate, a few of them distant. In the immediate, I want to be happy, to incite laughter and even better, to encourage those around me think and expand their consciousness. The distant is security of my livelihood, security of my future, and the ability to see out into this ocean of life and weather the storm. Pretty basic I’d think, you might’ve been hoping for more animalistic desires, and I have those too, they tend to sit on the back burner.

We humans share our domain with many other humans. Do I have expectations on other humans? I guess I realized that I do. In the Taoists mind, an expectation is wishing failure on someone. Yet, this world is defined by expectations. Even my home life, has expectations as in there are expectations for me at home that I set for myself. It is rather natural to respond by trying to cultivate my future by deciding what I want to allow to happen to me and responding accordingly as life interacts with me.

I’ll add more to this as time goes. It can be tricky to write emotively without trying to tear down the world when you are depressed.

Mumford & Sons
Awake My Soul

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har
har har, har har

awake my soul…
awake my soul…

How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
My weakness I feel I must finally show
Har har, har har
har har, har har

In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life

In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life

awake my soul…
awake my soul…
awake my soul…
For you were made to meet your maker

awake my soul…
awake my soul…
awake my soul…
For you were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker

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