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  Happy Mother’s Day!      What a Sunday it is. Time to take a moment and reach out to the mother in your life, and thank her for bringing you into this world. Or curse it. Whichever one you’re feeling at this point.      Mother’s day is a gentle reminder to celebrate your parents while they’re still alive. Most people would consider themselves beyond fortunate if they were able to still reach out and speak to their mother. I often think of my own mother, who would do anything to still be able to call her mother, and wish her a happy mother’s day.      We as humans fight against the hands of time. And the hands of time win, every single day. They continue to move forward, regardless of what we think or hold true. Time waits for no man or woman, to run its course. We are ultimately at the mercy of time.      Sunday’s are often used for reflection. Reflection of the week that was, to better understand what can be. What we as...

  Haiti has Fallen.      Some of the videos and images being released on the web are sheer insanity. Evil beyond comprehension. Every single week, more and more dominoes continue to fall.      I’ve never been to Haiti. Honestly, can’t say it was ever on my list to begin with. However, I always thought of it as interesting because of the French connection. An entire island nation, speaking French because of France, hundreds of years ago. My only real knowledge or idea of Haiti stems from the James Bond Movie: Quantum of Solace. In the film, they spend a bit of time on the island, showing the viewer just what it looks like.      What stands out the most for me, when watching these Haiti videos, in that we here in the West aren’t that far away from it. That we hear, in our nice houses and fancy cars, are headed on a path towards the same outcome. We are dangerously close in succeeding, joining the rogue nation as yet another failed state. I...

  More Dreams.      More nightmares. At this point, I can’t even tell the difference. All i know is, when I wake up, I feel worse. Worse than I felt when I was sleeping. Every single fucking day, trapped inside the same nightmare. My life is a prison- one I just can’t seem to escape.      I’m dragging my feet again. Struggling, to find the power and strength to continue forward. The battle between the darkness is slowly consuming me, pulling me under with it. I do not know what to do anymore. I’ve tried everything within my power, pushing myself as far as I humanly can. And nothing. The never-ending fight continues, raging deep, deep within.      Sometimes, I get caught up in the endless mundane of life. It feels like the wheel just keeps on turning, over and over again. Moving fast, heading nowhere. The purpose of our existence just doesn’t seem to make any sense. Am I meant to chop wood and carry water for the rest of my life? Probably...

  Hello Darkness, my Old Friend.      Today is the day I dread the most. The day I do not enjoy anymore. Funny, when I was younger, today was all the hype in the world. Now? It’s a constant reminder of just how far I’ve fallen.      Nightmares continue to haunt me, as I struggle with this battle. I dreamt of being surrounded by family last night, all gathered to celebrate life. My 3 day old nephew was there as well, fresh out the womb. He didn’t look like much of a child, to be honest. His face and eyes seemed more like they were extraterrestrial than anything else. Perhaps all newborns look like that. Or, perhaps I was dreaming. Go figure, eh?      Overall, being surrounded should have been a cause for celebration. Instead? I was stricken with grief. Stricken with the financial bear of reality, haunting me even within my dreams. Amazing, how the chains we are given in this realm, follow us onto the next. How the mind is able to conjure ...

     Another Day, Another Dollar.      Another Week, Another Buck. We made it thru another 7 days of torture, to finally see the sun rise again. What a journey it’s been, let me tell you.      By now, the pattern seems to suggest that Sunday’s are for reflection. Taking time out of your day, to look back on the week that was. To analyze all that you’ve done, and to understand what else there is to do. To celebrate, to ponder, and to plan. The reality is, we’re all in this together- and the journey ain’t over just yet. The marathon continues- so you better have your shoes tied up tight.      Most of the week seems to fly by, when you look at it in the rearview mirror. I suppose that is the gift of hindsight, 20/20 vision. The reality is, when you’re stuck within it- things can be a never-ending battle. At least, that is how it feels most of the time. All the workouts, the cardio, the dieting, the chipping and grinding away at do...