I walk this earth unsure of everything. I sometimes wonder and reflect on who I am, or what I am, never have I seemed to fit into any particular mold, you could call me the odd ball, the weirdo. My unconventional way of thinking makes me believe such things. Fitting the mold for the longest was very important. Through a lot of self-reflection, reading and just overall wanting to understand my personal behavior, has helped me on the journey to  discover the things I truly value.



I learned one thing that overshadows the feeling of conforming to beliefs or expectations, that thing is self-love. This is a concept most people are aware of, matter fact I was aware of it as well but I realized quickly that if fitting in meant doing things or acting in ways that conformed to peoples beliefs or expectations. I realized that in no way am I doing my self any service by believing in that value. I say this not to rebel but to really posse the question, could one really love one’s self when doing things that strictly conform to an ideal that isn’t there’s.



The purpose of life is something I truly believe none of us will have or have enough time in our life to describe, people have different variations of what they feel the meaning is but the ongoing search

When I move I notice

I cant keep focus.

My mind is in constant race

Without any constant pace

When I move I notice

Time is expensive

paying the price every day,

day to day chores are demanding

Always in the need of an extra push

Either moving to fast or to slow

never an in between

when I move I notice

a challenge is good

easy or difficult

 I can climb any mountain

there is no slope to steep

no hill to high

although a challenge

fight threw and keep

moving   













for enlightenment is never ending.