Let us take off our watches, turn off our cellphones, and have a moment for our selves. The pile of books filled with words and images stacked and stored in our brains are getting a little dusty my friends.

Chapter 1: Page 1

Before you were born, we have to face the fact that most of us were swinging around inside our daddy’s testicles; so putting off to the side any sort of sugarcoated reality, this was you and I. As human nature took her imperishable grasp on our souls, love was made and as we all know:

We came into this world kicking and screaming without even knowing that we plummeted a place and piece of mind of our own, but not by choice.

As time naturally went on our appendages and mushy brains started doing their purposes. Verbal communication, potty training, and personality traits started to penetrate through the ugly baby that we all once were. Congratulations your first step, your first solid ingested, to be digested, your first love of mommy and daddy. After a mass array of explorations giving us the ability to finally call ourselves people. While travelling the long contorted road of life, we very slowly developed mannerisms that strengthen our individuality. It doesn’t necessarily mean that we all have a purpose; it just means that we’re alive. If you were fortunate to have access to an education to be forced upon our forever-expanding brains, life just sort of continues on its merry way.

The constant ringing in our ears of stories read to us, lullabies, fairy-tales, Harry Potter, vampires whatever the literature may be, the fire of imagination is lit for us and the choice is ours whether or not to keep stoking it. This is not lecture about how you should appreciate the written word, it is just simply about how you and I are different, and that’s one of the more spectacular things in life; is it not?

I know what you’re thinking, cut the bullshit.

Okay. Fair play.

There are a number of different reasons for the bullshit I assure you; our everyday lives are a constant battle for energy. One of the major battles with our selves is: Where the hell is the direction that I am supposed to go again? And why? Shit I need money, money sucks, and rules suck, but so do vacuums my friends. It’s not like we have one chance to get everything right, we live, we learn, we fuck, we make mistakes and if were not doing these things, you might as well be dead.

Chapter 2 coming soon...