Inside Out

Find beauty in amazing places
Stir up the imagination
It is the wonder of impossible worlds
Beneath every possible world
That piques every curious mind
Inside and out, forward and back
It is the harmony of the real
And unreal

Perspectives

There are an infinite ways
To stand, to walk, to see
I often miss this simple truth
Until I stop, and let myself
Merely exist

This provides no answers
To any of life’s questions
But at that moment
All things become clear
Worries fade and I am left
With only appreciation that
I am

Blank Canvas

It starts as an illusion, a perfection of thought
An ideal for none to know

Unknowable as any hope
You were larger than life, yet existing
Only in my mind

The indelible mark of a souls existence
Is left not by serene hopes
But of the actions and reality
Of what they create

And every creation
Marks the end of the ideal
Beautiful flaws of existence

Delirious Jetlag

The world is spinning
Disoriented? No.
Everything is, at it is
We orient ourselves into illusions
Filters on the world
Mere bubbles of existence
Hiding the nature of things
In a state of delirium we often see
Unfiltered reality
I don’t know how I got here
And it doesn’t matter, it just is

Live to Work to Live?

“work to live” I heard them say

I never really knew what to make of that. I understand the idea: that work is merely the means to do the things you really enjoy– and if you’re not sure what you want to do, then go out and discover what makes life worth living.

Simple, if not a bit cliche. Most people I meet seem to work with a sense of anxious worry, not really happy enough about their career to qualify for a “live to work” mantra– or any mantra at all. Work, to them, is just something they do to pay their bills (or so they tell me). This to me, is an intolerable hell and I salute anyone that lives under such precept without killing themselves.

These people are different from the “live to work” crowd. I’ve met very few people who really “live to work”. To everyone else, I ask:

“Why aren’t you working on important problems?”

No, really, why not? I mean, if you’re going to work– work on something interesting, something worth working on. Maybe “live to work” would make more sense if you were doing something important. And if you are “working to live”, that’s great that you have a life, but are you working on anything important? Work should not be something that distracts you from the things you care about.

I know people who “work to live” and they hate their jobs, or at best spend less time than they like doing the things they love. Think of times when you loved what you were working on, it’s a great feeling– the problem happens the moment you decide you’re too busy amidst all the various interesting projects to take time for yourself (to travel, to explore, go back to school, etc). You’ll soon start to envy the “work to live” crowd, but before you run off to wait tables in Paris, consider the logical fourth option.

Work not just to enable you to live, but simultaneously live such that it enables you to work. Explore the world and find projects worth working on, something worth devoting your time to– if you’re going to truly live, then your time and effort (that is, your “work”) should be towards those things that make life worth living. We all have an internal barometer, use it! The moment you feel the pressure to travel (or skydive, paint, etc), do it! And likewise the moment you feel that lifeless boredom take hold, go work on something interesting– put your hands into something important!

Idealistic, I know, but it’s something worth living and working towards

Dreaming, Dreaming, Paradox

You have a vision for the future
An aspiring goal that drives you forward
Every step often a misstep from your dream
Not that it is different, but only that it is taken

No longer a potential ideal but an actual step
There’s no going back, every step is final
The lofty ideals of your dream slowly die
And become the fruition of your work

It is tempting then to lie in bed
And please only the dreamy ideals
Of what could be
But future fantasies you’ll miss
If you don’t shape the world
To yesterdays dream

Pacific Surfliner

On the train
There is something out of place
And out of time
The world rushes past
You’re left with little to worry
And you realize that
Sometimes it’s good to ignore
That which can be ignored

Tabula Rasa

Never really asleep and never really awake
Not even really alive
Drifting in delirium, the body numbs
Unaware of your own wants
You are not born with a blank slate
It must be created, carefully
Unlearn and purge the preconceptions
Which bind you to false ideals

Awake, anew

Exhibition

I see you in this place
On the other side through doors unknown
Detached and secure
A smile on your face
It stops those in the streets
Only to come closer
And marvel on the intricate
Details from every angle

Crayons and Coffee

Wasting time, lollygagging
Mornings turn to afternoon
Delight in the evening hours
There is a calm in the nothing
As if our conscious whispers
Slow down and enjoy
The effortless momentum