entrepreneurial Expatriate?

South Korea?

Dream on

I have a dream to create some epic project with my life. A life project. A movie, A script, A beautiful work of art that will continue as a masterpiece long after my human existence stagnates. We all have a chance to seize this opportunity and let go of the ascendant reign created by fictional society everyone deems as the ‘real world’. It’s ascendancy that I’m aware of and ascendancy that I reject. Normalcy is backed by an imperium of delusion that allows us nothing past a divided, one-sided view.

I strive to change myself, not the entire world. It’s not my mission to steer everyone my way… Away, from the general prescription of what a ‘life’ is meant to look like. But I do want to help, in any way I can, make the world a bigger, brighter ball of expansive energy for all beautiful humans here and those to come. 

intuitive itinerant?

As I'm quickly coming to a hault on my journey as a college student, more of my thoughts have been engulfed in what path I will head down next. There are extensive amounts of explorations that I want to accomplish. People I want to meet. Experiences that I want to be a part of.

I might start here, and see where it leads. 

Direction Reflection

Reflection For a New Direction

'The Livings Easy' By Renny Rooster Ratliff

Sometimes I feel like I’m in a serious need of a new direction

Fleeting… new feelings… new everything

I need to escape but am trapped under a mound…

Classes and homework and tests that I signed up for. But why?

Is this necessary for my continuation as a human on this earth?

It this sufficient for my duty to spread good for all?

The answer is no, but somehow I got caught up in thinking otherwise.

I am an individual, much like anyone who chooses to be so.

I am a creature inhabiting this earthly experience

And finding meaning in things I desire.

I desire to feel free. Feel like Me.

Travel, meet You. And You. And You.

It’s all around… just waiting to be found

I've thought about the possibilities of becoming a recluse

And I’m not sure yet if it’s actually happening.

Some days,

I would rather be here than standing around a keg, getting wasted, and having small talk and strong drinks that amounts to nothing more than a headache in the morning.

When did I figure out I was different? When did I recognize that the way most people live their lives isn’t how it has to be? Hey, humans live… I just need something different… Something new. Something true- but what is truth? 

Waking Life

Watch it.

Silence.

I am a poet. 

I have a passion for words and a burning desire to express myself through such useful fictions. 

Jim Morrison puts it beautifully--

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.

. . . and that's why poetry appeals to me so much - because it's so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can remember an entire novel. No one can describe a film, a piece of sculpture, a painting, but so long as there are human beings, songs and poetry can continue.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, It's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."

Irony floods my body with a desire to remain silent at times. I am in love with words-- But greater significance is found in them when one chooses to hold back and keep quiet.

I wish that everyone would take a day, an hour, goodness, even ten minutes... To remain silent, and repress your burning desire to share words out loud. Silence allows for greater energy connection between individuals and nature.

Opposites attract

Color can be best-friends with black-and-white