Some things we all have in common…

“If you’re ever being too hard on yourself (or others), just remember that you’re literally made of stars that exploded billions of years ago. Fuck yeah.”

Right, left. Red, blue. Black, white. This, that. Shut up.

Did you know we all share about 99.9% of our DNA? That might make you wonder why so much emphasis is focused on the .1%. A casual glance in the comments section of literally any post online, and you’d think we all come from completely different universes.

But no, we didn’t. In fact, all life descends from one, single common ancestor - a microscopic organism that lived about four billion years ago. And every human began as one fertilized cell that has since divided into trillions.

Going even further back, every atom of every living body came from exploding stars, recycled matter. And every one of those atoms will eventually become something else.

More things we all have in common (there are many more, this is a fractional collection of fun facts):

• Every human body glows - it’s called biophoton emission

• We all contain the same basic elements (carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen)

• Every living thing is temporary

• Every human has lived during the same 0.0000000000000000000001% slice of cosmic time

• All life is programmed to respond to its environment

• Everyone is at the center of their own subjective universe

• Everyone fears being alone

• Every living thing is built to repair itself

• Laughter exists in every culture on the planet - dogs, apes, foxes and even rats laugh, too

• We all are part of an unbroken chain of survival going back billions of years

• We all share the miracle of life, of which we know almost nothing about

If you are someone receiving or delivering negativity or hate towards one of your fellow beings, I hope you will consider these commonalities, which are far more significant in both quantity and quality as compared to any differences that may exist in that .1%.

You are not more right or more wrong than anyone else. Thinking you are will lead you down a path that isolates you from others who are just here, sharing the same rock as you, also not really knowing much about anything at all.

If we all committed to contributing outwards in a positive way instead of a negative way, as often as possible, I wonder what could be.

Another thing we can all agree on - love is way better than hate. With that in mind, start with loving yourself (there are so, so many reasons to, even if you can’t always recognize them). Then share that love you possess with the other living beings that you interact with. If they don’t love you back, show them through your example how, or at least why they should. Oops, there’s that should word again…

Remember, it’s a miracle that we’re here. Don’t you agree?

Love to all -

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Existing

From Air & Water: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 6/3/2018

Here in some instance of eternity

Sitting, smiling back at itself

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STFU

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 11/21/2024

Just shut your fucking mouth

I’m yelling now, okay?

You’re wrong about this, since

It’s coming from you…

Someone like you, at least.

And I must be right because

I can’t handle otherwise.

LIES, LIES, LIES!

Am I the only one trying

Not to try, to take it easy,

All in stride on a zen-diagrammed

Slice of common-ground pie?

I mean, Jesus fucking Christ.

But it’s not your fault.

You numb fucking lab rat,

You’re too laced with bad speed,

Caught in a stationary wheel of

Non-consensual experimentation,

Inside death cages made to look like

Salvation, and dead-end mazes

Made to look like rewarding,

Miniature puzzle games.

I bet you can’t even guess

What happens next.

You know, why don’t you

Go and get the facts,

Then come back and talk

To me. Then, only then,

You can tell me the truth:

That there is no such thing,

That it all goes wrong when

Everyone’s always right,

That we’ve been pitted against

One another in an unranked,

Online Battle Royale match

With endless respawns,

Infinite ammo and no armor

And you know what? It worked,

Because I could fucking kill you.

So until then, when the

Cheetos dust settles and

The keys stop impressing,

And the robots stop caring

About the fact that we just

Don’t care at all anymore

When open conversations

Stay that way, closed-

Mindedness stops sucking up

All the suckers, and we again

Realize we’ve been on the same

Team this whole damn time

Until then, just please

Shut

The

Fuck

Up.

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What to do when you don’t know what to do

“Stop being a dick to your future self.”

Feeling stuck? I’ll get straight to the point. This should take you ~20 minutes.

On one piece of paper, make a list of four different lists, one in each corner, with 3-5 items each:

• Types of content you consume most often

• Successful people you admire/follow along with what they do

• Skills you have or would like to have

• Hobbies and other ways you spend free time

Now make one more list in the middle with three columns of:

• Column 1: Potential ways to spend your time that combines items and ideas from at least two of your other lists

• Column 2: How this idea could help others

• Column 3: How this idea could help you (with boredom, purpose, mental health, and/or financially)

It should look something like this:

Download this template as a PDF

It might take some creative energy, but that’s the fun part. Here’s a free template you can use.

Filling this out marks the beginning of your next chapter. If you’re discouraged and you’re not sure what to do with your life, or you at least know that what you’re currently doing isn’t it, then this is what to do.

Don’t put pressure on this exercise, and don’t feel like you need to come up with THE answer right away. Rather, treat this exercise like a puzzle or like a video game with levels to beat. Start with this worksheet and, when you come up with something in the middle section that resonates with you, well then you’ve beaten level 1.

If you chip away at solving this puzzle/beating the game on a consistent basis (especially during those times where you feel stagnant and unsure of what to do), then you not only will have solved boredom or feeling stuck, you may well also have unlocked a career path for yourself and answered the question, “What is my purpose?”

Keep at it. You have something special to contribute to the world that no one else has. You owe it to yourself and to others who may benefit to figure out what that special something is.

For me, word art and sharing these reflections to help others was the thing in the middle of my piece of paper. Identifying and then pursuing this has changed my life.

I look forward to seeing what you come up with!

Love to all -

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Pick a hobby

From Air & Water: A ThoughtPose Poetry Collection | 11/7/2018

Hobby roulette

Not-too obvious intent

I find my goals get lost

Before they’re known,

Nevermind properly set

I’d probably be better off

Sharpening focus instead

But I’m more open-ended

Than closed off, I guess

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Please, stop saying these words…

“Be bound to your word, and speak it profoundly.”

Shoulda / coulda / woulda - knock it off with using these words? Will ya?

It should… wait… It will never be the case that something doesn’t get done, simply because you thought you should or could or would, but then still chose not to. Right?

Alas, as demonstrated above, how easy it is to fall into that trap?

I’ve talked about this before, but of course you won’t be perfect at this, and sometimes the opportunity to correct a shoulda/woulda/coulda will have passed.

But every time you think “I should [insert thing you think you should to]”, just go do the thing. Prioritize it, as your intuition suggests.

A small way to practice this every day is to respond as quickly as possible to everyone that reaches out to you - whether it’s a colleague or an old friend or even someone you don’t like. Whether it’s an email or a text or a call. Pick up. Respond. Be available. This is better than thinking in your head (for hours, sometimes days) that you should get back to that person.

This practice applies to tasks as small as cleaning your room, to goals as large as changing your career. It’s obvious, but still bears repeating that if you practice this on the small things, you will become better at WILLING yourself forward through the big things.

Hope that helps. Now, I shall get back to storyboarding this next project…

Love to all -

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Ways and means

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 6/10/2019

I’ve got a dull edge

And a broken hand

Where the handle used to be

You’ve got bad vision,

Holding a sign that sort of

Looks like a bullseye from here

We’ve got a decent shot

Shoddy means,

But an end in sight, it seems

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Befriending self doubt

Meet Garrett, the friend you never knew you needed

“You’re the bestest friend you could ever get. Treat yourself as such.”

The guy you keep seeing in these thumbnail images? That’s Garrett. And Garrett’s a real piece of work.

He’s the type who shows up late to the party just to crash it, eats and drinks everyone else’s stuff because he didn’t bring anything, and then leaves (also late).

He’s the guy who can lie out of both corners of his mouth… to himself.

He lives inside your head, talking shit whenever he gets the chance.

He represents self-doubt, the uglier version of yourself you catch in the mirror when no one else is looking. Garrett is the reminder that you have work to do, that you’re not doing.

Oh, Garrett.

You’d think the goal would be to kill off the poor bastard, or shove him deeper into the dark corners you dare not explore.

But Garrett - and your relationship with him - is invaluable. In fact, he may be your best friend, and you probably didn’t even know he existed so clearly.

Garrett doesn’t need to shut up. He’s right more often than you’d like. Has he told you lately that you suck? Good. He may have a point.

Treat your self-doubt like a bad friend with occasionally good advice. Sometimes, at your lowest, it can feel like Garrett is all you’ve got.

He’s not always right. He’s not always on time. But one way or another, he’ll let you know what’s going on, even when - ESPECIALLY when - you don’t want to hear it. Respect.

Self-doubt is your companion whether you like it or not. It’s not about battling it or vilifying ol’ Garrett. It’s about learning to pick up on the signals he sends - God knows he’s not going to be direct.

But he will clue you in on areas of your life you can (and secretly want to) improve.

Feeling behind in life? Not equipped to take a big chance? Unlovable? Like something must just be wrong with you?

Have you asked Garrett why he feels that way?

Because, as it turns out, Garrett is actually pretty easy to talk to. You just have to get past the awkward posture, the shit-eating frown, and the lazy drifting eyes that never seem fixed on anything. He’ll tell you everything you need to know. He might even help you clear the hurdle.

And feel free to call Garrett out on his bullshit, too. Sometimes he exaggerates or assumes because he doesn’t see the full picture, or because he just wants to be a dick. Again, he’s not always right. But this inner conversation matters. It’s how you move toward a version of yourself that is realistic, authentic, more confident, and better at communicating.

Over time, Garrett starts to seem less like a nuisance who shows up whenever he damn well pleases, and more like someone who arrives right when you need him.

Everyone has their own Garrett. Treat him with respect. Learn to live with him. He’s not so bad.

He just needs a friend.

Your self-doubt - the thoughts and feelings that once handcuffed you - can become welcomed insights and useful tools for improving your relationship with Garrett… and thus with yourself.

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Such Old Friends

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 3/1/2024

Old friends

In our ways

There are the

Passive remarks

Distant and foreign

But near, inside even

The words would come

So easy, they surely would

But then again, such old friends

Need not speak, but listen instead

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Practicing Gratitude

“In between

These gentle streams,

Sips of the serene

Listening”

Even at your absolute lowest, there still exists a myriad of things to be grateful for. Cliché, I know, but even the simple opportunity to experience life is a miracle.

Think about how you got to be here. The particular mix of circumstances, the long unfolding of events that resulted in you (or any of us) being born into this world. It’s absurd when you really sit with it. Regardless of how or why you came to be, what came before, or who really runs this whole show - what a gift it is that you are here, able to read these words and interact with what’s around you.

Of course, it doesn’t always feel like a gift. Sometimes it feels confusing. Or scary. Or pointless. Or boring. Or unsuccessful-so-far. It would be impossible (and counterproductive) to feel giddy and grateful at every turn of the clock.

It’s okay to wonder “Why?” or “WTF?!”. There’s nothing wrong with questioning existence or your place within it. At lower points, maybe you’ve even started to lose faith. Or maybe you just don’t care that much about this so-called “opportunity,” let alone feel grateful for it.

Feeling bad is part of the deal. But if you find yourself having too many bad days - or not enough that feel meaningful - practicing gratitude can be a low-effort, high-impact way to soften rough patches.

Even the fact that you can feel grateful (or feel bad, for that matter) is a miracle in itself. The practice begins by noticing more and more things to be thankful for in ordinary life. By being present. By allowing yourself a moment of peace inside a moment of gratitude.

Whether you speak to your God or quietly to yourself, try forming a simple ritual. Start with five minutes, once or twice a week, of saying “thank you” for the opportunity to experience life and all that comes with it.

Send a little love to the people you care about, even if only as a thought. Take a few slow breaths and notice the air doing its quiet work. Be present for each bite of a good meal or the sip of good coffee. The more you acknowledge the small things, the easier it becomes to face the big things.

You may not notice it at first, but the extreme lows will start to soften. The sun will feel warmer because it sits at the center of your experience. The air will feel fresher because you’ve paid attention to where it comes from and what it gives back. Relationships will deepen because you’ve considered what makes each one special. Even Nothing Days can feel full, because of the intention you’ve earned them with.

The overall experience begins to feel like a miracle again because, well, it is.

For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels that way.

Thank you.

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AYCEAF

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 3/2/2024

Rich conversation

Over good coffee

An abundance of

Colorful, harmonistic nature

Steady calmness

With a drip of new and

Surprising experiences

Quiet moments, alone

Balanced with memorable

Ones with friends, family

Closeness with chosen God(s)

Healthy, moderate and

Temporary escapism

That harmless, childish joy

Free-flowing time, plenty,

But certainly not an

Infinite amount

Independence

To know the universal truths

Like love and fear

Inside a strong heart

A proud death

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Between

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 10/31/2020

In between

These gentle streams,

Sips of the serene

Listening

Standing trees

In between

The roots and rocks below;

The dirt and its dwellers

Water falls

Drips from the sky

In between

The clouds, the blue and dry

A sound, something loud

Whispering wind, echoing "whoosh"

Cooped up in a silent space's secret

In between

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The impact of nothing days

“Allow for a quiet moment, and remind yourself why it will be alright.”

A good ol’ nothing-burger of a day today. We all come upon them from time-to-time.

Maybe it’s the extra day within a long weekend or a buffer day after a vacation. Maybe it’s a rainy day that commands you to stay in bed. Maybe it’s a day just like any other.

For whatever reason, it turns out to be a day that you’ve decided to say, “Fuck it” to. And behold: The Nothing Day.

There’s no work to be done. There’s no reason to go outside. There’s nothing to look forward to. The world is off until next time.

Diem non captum.

Oh, well. As long as these days aren’t too often, they seem quite fine. Your body will even tell you when you need a nothing day after too many in a row of the opposite variety.

So don’t feel to guilty about it. Hell, enjoy it. It’s a day off from all this, just for you. R&R that ND. Have something fun for dinner too, while you’re at it.

That said, if you are still feeling guilty about it, maybe some loose change is in order. It’s likely you’ve had too many nothing-burgers in a row and you feel like shit for it. Not to worry, we’ve all been there, and there’s a sure path back to enjoying The Nothing Day again. It starts with…

Eh, it can wait until tomorrow.

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Still Moments

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 9/1/2024

Still, they can’t be captured

The moments must remain free

Just retrievable to try and reimagine

For less than what they were at the time

But something more than a mere memory

Still, they will remain dormant until awoken

By a look or a smell or a phrase or a melody

Like an innocent secret between all of those

That might have been right there, right then

Search as they flash in images, like looking

Into an old, damaged View-Master lens,

But not having control over the lever to

Cycle through each still frame in order

So the reel spins chaotically so as to

See them all at once; they tell such

A different story than expected

Still, they’re a nice reminder

Where one comes from,

Who one is made of

What was vs. is

And to take a

Moment now

And again to

Just sit and

Be Still

Bestill

Be

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Loose Change

A short reflection on changing, for good.

A good lesson my wife taught me: stop using the word “should”.

There’s a mission-critical practice in trying to DO the thing you know you SHOULD do, as often as you can.

So, “Do the right thing.” How hard can that be?

Well… who’s to say what’s right and what’s wrong? It’s not just black and white. There are decisions, big and small, where it seems like there is no right answer. Plus sometimes the gray is more fun, anyway (in moderation, of course).

But for the most part, you know what you should be doing. At the very least, you can come up with a cohesive list of what NOT to do.

This gets back to tuning your intuition radio, getting good at deciding to do what you know to be best.

Start with the small things, as appropriate. Not judging here - maybe you think you should clean up after yourself, or stretch more often, or start walking in the mornings, or spend less time on your phone (I try to make these quick, so then you can get the hell out of here and get back to the real world). Or maybe you think you should take a break.

The next few times you think to yourself, “I should [insert small-to-medium-sized task]” - Just go and knock it out. See how many times you can turn a shoulda/woulda/coulda into a checkmark.

These well-intentioned decisions will accumulate, and you’ll start getting it “right” more often. Won’t be perfect. Won’t be all at once. Small changes, for good.

Right?

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Snake Skin

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 11/23/2023

Deconstructing,

Though more destructive

But slow and in layers

Similar to an old snake

Shedding skin

For the fifth or sixth time,

Flaky and then slick

With fresh, breathing oil

Painted anew,

Detached from old

Yet with the same exact patterns -

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Sand

From Air & Water: A ThoughtPose Poetry Collection | 7/2/2019

sand in the glass
a time with limits
the moment of pause

sand in the ocean
a shore with edges
the horizon of _________

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The art of balancing

Balance. At the equilibrium of your experience, there exists the perfect mix of elements - the concoction of your optimal self.

The elements are derived from different areas of life that make up who you are (what you’re made of). Relationships, community, health, work, passions, time spent - the mix evolves over time, and you’re in charge of managing it.

If you focus too much on any one area, you become off-balance with one or more of the others and thus are not at your equilibrium. And it doesn’t feel right. And you know it doesn’t.

That equilibrium is a moving target. You may feel perfectly balanced one moment - for just a moment - only for the wind to change and have you lose it again. It becomes a difficult, elegant dance that you need to try and learn the steps to.

That said, it’s not so bad to be off-balance from time-to-time, and to learn the process for regaining your footing. It’s good practice, along with “tuning your radio” like we talked about last time.

Just don’t tip to far in any one direction. Always be listening, become a fluid dancer. Be ready to improvise.

You’ll start to feel like you’re in that equilibrium pocket more and more often. Things will make more sense. Your relationships will improve. You’ll feel healthier. Your time will be well spent. You will learn to love the art of balancing more than the feeling of being balanced. That’s what it’s all about.

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Balance

From Air & Water: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 7/8/2018

Back and forth along the keel
Stacking up chips,
Selling them for cash
An equipoise, this act
A dance against stillness
All for the chance of it

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State

From Air & Water: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 7/22/2018

Rhythmic seasons
A gentle fall
Into sure carriage
Light patterns
Well-nigh rest
A balance in being
My stead

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Why meaning usually shows up quietly

“Allow for a quiet moment, and remind yourself why it will be alright.”

What does it all mean?!

Not in the abstract — but right here, in the middle of an ordinary day.

There’s so much noise now that it’s hard to stay present from one moment to the next, let alone extract any sense of meaning from it. Everything feels slightly out of tune, like you’re one notch off on a radio dial.

There’s something there — a hint of a song. You can almost make out the melody, but the static keeps interrupting it. Eventually, the static becomes so constant and overwhelming that it stops registering as noise at all. It just becomes the background - matter-less nothingness.

But that song feels familiar. Like one you already knew, just hadn’t been listening for.

Most of what we call meaning shows up this way. Not as answers, but as signals. Small nudges. A sense of alignment. A quiet moment that sits with you. True North.

Tuning into that requires less force than we think. It usually starts with attention. With presence. With gratitude. With noticing what keeps returning to the surface when things get quiet.

Over time, those small moments of listening add up. They shape how we move, what we choose, and how we carry ourselves through ordinary days. Meaning doesn’t announce itself all at once. It accumulates.

So don’t worry too much about finding meaning. Just find yourself in as many moments as you can. Practice this. Meaning will find you.

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ARM

From Fire & Earth: A ThoughPose Poetry Collection | 1/28/2024

A real moment

Almost, where

Healing scabs can

Only be reopened so often

Before they are just your skin

A real moment

Even this one second

Recognized with weight,

Carrying all seconds prior -

They strike again all at once

A real moment

The moment itself, Isolated

Like an imaginary, familiar voice

Then, is it an impossible paradox

To experience it, and know it’s happening?

A real moment

Shared amongst multiple

Perspectives, captured within

A casual glance, a well-intentioned

Smile… A being that feels whole and

Indestructible, already in a million pieces

A real moment

The one we had

Been waiting for

It passes by, but not

By us; we are carried by it

Where even the ones not with us

Can be just as real as anything else

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Missing

From Air & Water: A ThoughtPose Poetry Collection | 7/4/2018

On an old rock, writing in a dead tree
Leaves fall atop a toxic river,
As it all floods into my dry mouth
I look down at the mud I stepped in to get here
Look up at the empty space I'll never fill
I'll miss these moments,
I'll keep missing these moments

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