Boundless.

SNM

Wonder when. Not if. (Jekyll Island, GA)

Commitment. A titanic mass of dedicative thought and emotion.  The people that understand it, elude us like two ships passing each other in the night, essentially turning us into hunters and gatherers for its attention and time.  The people that cannot grasp its significance are the ones that are more easily found. Turning each one of them up under rock, crack and crevice with the day to day goings on of our busy lives.
Some of us are capable of giving ourselves wholly to somebody and something. These are the people we should seek out and yes, even wait upon.  It is these same people that will give us everything in this life and the life to come. It is the people that choose to stay and fight for something great, rather than run and flee from their own insecurities and fears that they choose to hold more closely to themselves.
The ones who casually observe commitment, come in and out of our lives in droves. You do not have to seek hard to find them. They will latch onto everything you hold closely to yourself and use it against you. They will cheat you out of the most rewarding experiences life has to offer.  They will choose themselves and their own passions rather than realize that both themselves and their passions are the single most powerful instruments that can change a life.

“Commitment, in its truest sense, is the epitomization of a belief and passion in something or someone that you choose to apply the infinite amount of work ethic necessary to see it and them through to the end.”

Every positive outcome in life, is in one way or another, is an extension or a result of some varying degree of commitment.  Whether it be a career, hobby, any level of self sustainability, and yes LOVE. Any form of love, in its truest state is commitment and commitment is love.

Till next time.

Love, LO

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Edge Of Tomorrow.

Edge Of Tomorrow.

Find The Small.

My heart thinks. Allowing my fingers to speak.

First of all, I wanted to thank all of you for the emails of support and encouragement. What started out as an outlet, has turned out to be so much more. I am not just satisfied that these words of encouragement on this page have been a point of relation, but I am fulfilled that they are able to touch, to move, and to cause a stirring of the soul. You guys are amazing for taking the time to read and to digest all of it.
This will be my last post until after the New Year. I want to take some time to reflect, and to spend time with my family who push me to be the best version of myself that is humanly possible. I do plan to take in as much as I can until the New Year so that 2014 can be the most self revealing year yet.
I want to leave you with a thought….

It always starts out with a nudge. A whisper. That delicate balance between what is the lie we tend to be convinced of, or the truth we have been in search of. It is always found in the small.

The smallest detail.
The smallest bit of digestible advice.
The smallest act of kindness.
The memorable lyric.
The smallest beauty nature has to offer.

We sometimes over look the small that will teach us the life lessons that leads us to the big. The big being not just the light at the end of some tunnel, but the tunnel itself that we must go through in order to become who we will be for the rest of our lives.

Find the small.

Love, LO

Watchtower.

Watchtower.

Live Free.

(Photo: A long stretch of South Georgia Highway)

I have gotten into my share of scrapes and bruises in life. All too often I feel like I ended up on the opposite end of a win loss column.

These outcomes were mostly determined by the choices I made. All, while taking my deepest breaths and longest moments of pause. Some of these alternatives were selected so that I did not have to feel the pain that sometimes life offers up.

As I look back, feeling the pain of life came a distant second to the horror of feeling the fear of life itself, and all that it has the ability to point in my direction. In my mind, avoidance was not only my best offense, it was inappropriately my best defense. It could always be preemptive in nature. It was much easier to defend, deflect and dodge, than to ever have to deal with the “in your face” truths.

We often make the mistake of placing more importance on fearing pain than we do on feeling it.
Pain is not the enemy, fear is. The crippler of dreams. Pain, as many of us are aware, lets us all know we are still alive. It is an overlooked character of life that is not going away anytime soon. It really is its own entity, impolitely making its presence known by tapping us on the shoulder to remind us of not just the wound itself, but the reason we are here to begin with.
Close your eyes. Slow your world down. Feel it, just do not fear it.

Love, LO

Sixth Sense

Sixth Sense

Dream Big. Love Hard.

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(photo taken at Jekyll Island Plantation Brunswick, GA)

 

When I think of dreams, I do not discount their reality. They are there to push us forward towards a higher plane of existing.  They have an ability to guard our sanity and nurse us back to health.  We choose many different paths and outcomes in life. Some of those paths lead us straight to where we are supposed to be, and some of those paths force us to take a detour which is most definitely recoverable. Our dreams steady the wisest and the most foolish of choices, they force us to remember what we always wanted and desired for ourselves despite the sacrifice involved.
Dreams. Choice. Sacrifice. All three of these may be titanic in nature, but with balance, a fixed gaze, a courage forged out of hardship, and the steady hand of not just love of oneself, but also love for another,  can overcome anything in this crazy beautiful disaster we call life.
If anything…..Dream Big. Love Hard.

~ Love LO