Someway. Somehow.

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Someway, somehow, it comes down to the same things.

What we love. How we show what we Love.
Worlds can be built.  A cathedral of thought and intent can be made that turns our worst fears into  our biggest achievements. What we are, should never be defined by how something ends,  but by how we finish.  Do not ever attempt to let an outcome dictate how you finish,  but dictate the outcome based on how you persevere through the most difficult of circumstances. Whether it is love, life, or the inescapable aspect of being who we have become do not ever give up on the purest feeling ever. Love for what we love, and how we show what we love.

Later guys,

Love LO.

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Some Kind Of Believable.

Crossroads (Smyrna,GA)

7:30AM

My days always start the same. A belief, that with each new day there is somehow a way to make all the wrong right, to choose to latch onto hope rather than embrace my own fears. Always asking myself the same question.

Is this all there really is?

I believe in things in this life.
I believe you should sometimes act first and never second guess yourself after.
I believe you should give your whole heart to someone.
I believe that a creative mind is a limitless mind.
I believe in sacrificing everything for all those I love.
I believe that balance is the single hardest thing to maintain in life.
I believe that failure at anything brings me one step closer to success.
I believe that even in my weaknesses, I find strengths.

I just simply want to believe in the idea of belief itself. As long as I believe in something or someone, especially myself and who and what I love, I have everything I need to get through this life and the next.

Love,

LO

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

All My Life…

All My Life…

Self reflection is such a huge part of my life. I will be blogging about it next…but for now let me leave you guys with the thought above. Love, LO