Wake Up

*Something that I have been laying in bed wide awake thinking about...

The problem with being filled to the top with hopes and dreams is that if you can't figure out a way to slice them down, serve them up, feed them to others, and get them to believe that what you have cooked up for consumption has a value and can make the world go round-- then all of those dreams will simply die a slow death, set to rotting inside of you, and just like that, you are full of shit. You have to get them out, and live them, make them real. You have to. If the only thing you're feeding your children is fantasy for breakfast they're going to be starving by noon, crash, and want a taste of the solid safe everyday life. All of the sudden you blink, they're 3ft tall, opinionated, and they're feasting on Happy Meals and soaking in Dora the fucking Explora like some new kid religion. So when you set to drag them away from it, throw them an apple and suggest a walk they think you're being a mean asshole. They think you're depriving them of the good life. I don't want this to happen. I can't let this happen. So what has become vital to me, is to teach them that they can have more, but at the same time making sure that I am never feeding them delusional promises I can't deliver myself. If I want them to believe that anything is possible, than I have to show them proof of that in their own lives. It isn't enough to say that the world should be explored, we will just have to go out and explore it-- that kind of a thing.

This little family of mine has children that are still too young to know the difference between the things that they are "supposed" to have, and the things that they simply just need. They have a chance like all children do to live a truly unique life. I am living under the belief that I will provide them that unique life. If I didn't believe that than I couldn't smile everyday like I do.

All the Love in the Universe ~ Me

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