Collection Perfection

The accumulation of material possessions that is inevitable in ones life can start to take on meaning beyond it's inherent nature. A collection can have many different types of worth, sentimental, monetary, real world, essential, or just humorous. Everyone collects something, pictures, coins, guns, plants, or something as simple as memories. At all times we are expanding our collection of memories, experiences, and thoughts. By choice we buy books, movies, and music. Almost seemingly on accident we fill our homes with keepsakes and heirlooms. In an attempt to fill a void or make a buck we adhere to hobbies. Collecting and organizing is seemingly in our nature as humans. We must understand its inherent value and not let it consume our conscious mind, skewing our true perception and present opportunities. To have personal affects, to keep certain items throughout your worldly travels is natural. To be attached to these items and feel disproportional loss at their demise is societal conditioning. The complete distruction of ones personal belongings is not necessarty to find peace, but the complete disowning of said items is! Act as if all and any posessions you contain in your presence at any given time are ephemeral, lasting only a short time, to be passed on to their next owner, or find their inevitable end and destruction in your care. You do not own anything, you can only watch over stuff for a given amount of time...

Lame Goth Sounding Bullshit...

Tireless pursuit, is all I can possibly call my life. I am always attempting to find the right path, the proper present, the ideal situation at least my ideal situation. But whenever I find myself closing in on what seems like perfection it crumbles like sand in between my fingers. I end up rebuilding again over and over stumbling back inevitably every time. Maybe the close proximity I have to my own problems makes it hard for me to see the progress that has occurred, maybe I have made leaps and bounds but am simply my own harshest critic. Either way I constantly wonder what it is that I should be doing to get the most out of my ephemeral existence. That is why I spend so much time doing nothing, because I feel as if I cannot attain my ultimate why bother with anything else. It would be great if I knew what brought about my ultimate form of existent, I would partake in it constantly, but that is the thing I can never focus long enough on one thing any more the way I used to. Drawing, listening to music, reading, it all seems like it is just a pastimes, just an intermission before I spend time truly experiencing life or contributing to it in worthwhile pursuits. What is it that will fulfill this void inside me?

During the weekend my job is crazy, non stop running around, during the week it is completely dead, leaving me sitting around for hours. I wish there was some sort of happy medium between the two, but I can most definitely live with these slow days and am more than capable of handling the busier ones. Although a raise wouldn't be a bad incentive to work even harder...

Organization and flexibility in conjunction is the key to success. Be organized in thought, possessions, schedule, and action, but always be flexible enough to interrupt said organization and plans, if circumstances deem that necessary.

Everything frozen
Cars, trees, roads, lakes, everything!
Thank goodness for fire.

I, Marijuana
Expand awareness beyond
The sights and sounds here.

Coffee and tea bags
Caffeine coursing through my veins
Awake, awake, sleep!