Date: May 9, 2024
Random Thoughts
We are all soldiers in service of the dreams of our younger selves
In a cosmos swirling with neon dreams and light, A giant clad in armor, a sentinel in night, Holds aloft a fragile hourglass, glowing bright, Guided by a child, a keeper of the timeless flight. Astride the cosmic flows, the paths we carve and find, Are whispers of our youth, echoing in the mind, Each step a dance, a puppet's grace, threads intertwined, To the dreams once dreamt in hearts we left behind. The child leads, a silent commander of the scene, His will, a force that bends the time in between, With each grain that falls, his future self is gleaned, A soldier forged by visions only he had seen. Our journeys are but shadows cast by younger glees, In the echoes of our laughter, in the silent pleas, We march, unwitting warriors through cosmic seas, Fulfilling oaths to selves whispered in the breeze.
Date: May 8, 2024
Random Thoughts
The reason neo could fly wasn’t because he was the fastest, strongest, toughest or smartest. It was because his mind was most able to break free from the constraints of reality and what a person should not be able to do
In the realm where shadows cling to night, A knight, in scarlet streams so bright, Leaps forth from chains of what we know, Beyond where thought or reason go. No swiftness of his limbs, nor might, Nor armor wrought from darkest plight, But from his mind, unbound and free, Springs forth his rarest potency. Against the world's confining creed, With soul unfettered, he does lead, To realms where only dreamers soar, Where thought transcends, begins to roar. He breaks the bonds with every stride, His very essence magnified. What's deemed impossible to reach, In minds unleashed, finds easy breach. For not by strength alone we rise, But by the dreams that fill our skies. Belief, the wing on which we fly, On paths where limits dare not lie.
Date: May 7, 2024
Random Thoughts
The more you practice discipline the better you get at it. Eventually you can’t escape it. It becomes a prison. But the good kind. Like a prison of productivity. One where you choose the walls and the inmates. The kind you don’t want to escape. The kind where you keep building up the walls. Because it’s the best place you’ve ever been and you never want to leave
In clouds of vibrant hues entwined, a portrait framed by will refined, Where discipline's embrace, a cell, wraps 'round a maiden's spell. Her sanctuary made of dreams, where order reigns and purpose teems, A warden of her own design, within the bounds she's drawn the line. The walls she builds each day anew, of habits good and virtues true, A prison that does not confine, but lifts her soul to heights sublime. Her hands the sculptors of her fate, within this cell that love creates, A lock not wrought in iron's chill, but forged by own resilient will. Here, the discipline's a friend, a means to craft, not just to mend, In hues that swirl both night and day, her colors show the brighter way. Each stroke a choice, each choice a stone, in walls that feel like home alone, The freedom found in structure's hold, a story of her making, told. For what's a prison if by choice, where silent walls echo her voice? A citadel of self so dear, where she's the queen and none are near. Not bars of steel nor locks of dread, but lines of life beautifully led, In discipline, her spirit's wings, in structured bounds, her freedom sings.
Date: May 6, 2024
Random Thoughts
There is no making fear extinct. There is only overcoming it every single day
Beneath a sky of golden haze, Where clouds like cotton set ablaze, A young boy, wise beyond his days, Casts his line where danger plays. Amidst a sea where sharks do throng, With jaws that snap and tails that throng, He sits serene, both calm and strong, Where fear's song swirls, he sings along. Each dawn, the water's wild call, With scenes that might most hearts appall, Yet every day, he breaks fear’s wall, With courage, he stands tall. For fear, though fierce, will never flee, It swirls like winds that roar at sea, But with each cast, brave and free, He masters fear — the key. Each shark that leaps, each fin that glides, Within the chaos, he confides, That fear is something that abides, Yet daily, he defies. So in this twilight, surreal and stark, A lesson blooms, within this arc: Fear's not a beast to banish dark, But a dance to learn, to make one's mark.
Date: May 5, 2024
Random Thoughts
Conceal from yourself the description of your tasks and prioritize only the description of their impact
In the heart of a storm's fierce swirl, A creature's hands unfurl, Grasping an orb of swirling light, Beneath the moon, a beacon bright. For through the howl of winter's breath, It braved the icy kiss of death, A knight of frost, a wisp, a shade, A saber's glow against the glade. Amidst the blizzard's silent scream, It sought not glory, wealth, or dream, But the touch of change, unseen, unheard, The silent power of deed, not word. No word of task, no boast of deed, For true intent is sown as seed, In actions bearing warmth to hearts, That’s where true transformation starts. Through sleet and chill, it carved a path, An aftermath of warmth, not wrath, For in the grasp of icy thrall, The orb's effect would tell it all.
Date: May 4, 2024
Random Thoughts
Most physical challenges are just debates you have with yourself about whether you’re going to quit or not
Beneath the starlit cosmic dome, Where whispers of the void find home, An angel glides with feathered grace, A fiery path, she dares embrace. Wings of white, so broad, so light, Lift her through the endless night. Eyes aglow with azure fire, Reflect a soul that won't retire. For in her flight, a silent plea, A battle fought internally, Where muscles ache and breath may sear, She conquers doubt, she sheds her fear. Not flesh nor bone dictate her pace, But will that time cannot erase. Each beat, a drum, it's more than sound, A testament to strength unbound. In every stride, her essence burns, Past limits of what flesh discerns. Her spirit races through the draft, Defies the urge to halt, to raft. No whispered lie, no siren's call, Can tempt her fiery feet to fall. For every challenge, loft or grim, Is but a quiet hymn within. In heated veins, the truth does twirl, The only foe, her own resolve. Her steps ignite the shadowed space, A dance of light, a timeless chase. So let her run, through stars and flame, A testament to the untamed. A phoenix's flight from ashes sprung, With fiery will, forever young.
Date: May 3, 2024
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The Starlit Realm
Beneath a bough where colors dance in night, A silent guardian clads in armor bright. Enthroned on roots where whispered secrets lie, A skull observes beneath the starry sky. His helm reflects the cosmos' endless gleam, A warrior resting, lost within a dream. Beside him rests a sword of ancient make, A silent vow no mortal voice can break. The tree of life, with leaves of flame and frost, Sways gently in the realm where none are lost. Around him swirls a cosmos pure and clear, A sentinel of stars, the night's own seer. This visage bold, a blend of leaf and lore, Holds secrets deep, from ancient days of yore. In this still night where stars and spirits sigh, He watches o'er the realms of earth and sky.
Date: May 3, 2024
Random Thoughts
There is no tough enough
In the crucible of flames, a warrior's test, Bound in the ropes of an unyielding quest. Muscles of iron, and heart forged in fire, A relentless pursuit that never does tire. His visage grim, a sentinel tough, Infernos within, yet still not enough Horns of intent, curve to the sky, "Further," he roars, "Before I die." Endless is the path where fate has him bent, Through the flames of trial, his will won't relent. An unspoken mantra, in the blaze, conceived, With each spark that flies, it's silently believed. For in the dance of firelight's embrace, He finds the future, he's sworn to face. A forge of spirit, no respite, no rest, In the flames, he seeks his ultimate test. So brace your spirit, tough as the drill, Beyond the peak, there’s a higher thrill. The warrior’s path, no end to strive, For there's always the blaze that keeps the drive alive.
Date: May 2, 2024
Random Thoughts
Investing in crypto feels like you’re getting paid in dollars while everybody else is getting paid in walnuts
Beneath the copper skies aloft, Where gears and dreams do mesh and soft, A blue-furred tinker works with glee, For nuts, his wage, beneath the tree. With whiskers wide and eyes that gleam, He spins the wheel, lets off some steam, His toil for shells, so hard and round, While others' pockets green abound. In quirky hat, his thoughts do whirl, With cogs and springs, a single pearl, His labor's fruit, in wood-box bound, As world's new coin does most confound. This everyman with fur of teal, Feels weight of change, both odd and real, For what he earns, though earnest got, In market's eye, may count for naught. In sapphire hue, with wrench and wheel, He toils not for the joy or zeal, But necessity, for life's demand, In world where walnuts count as grand. The engine hums, the cogs they spin, A day's wage starts, where dreams wear thin, For in his grasp, the simple seed, Becomes the bread that mouths will feed. Around him coins from circuits sprung, And paper bills from presses flung, Yet in his hand, the nut's firm weight, Speaks of a simpler, steadier state. No joyous dance, nor merry jest, He works because he must, like rest, With steady hand and furrowed brow, The tinker's task is here and now. Each turn of gear, each nut secured, A day's work done, a living assured, No lesser worth in what he holds, In times when data turns to gold. His craft, a means to meet the end, Where walnut worth does not pretend, It's life's exchange, plain and taught, In the tinker's hand, the world's thought.
Date: May 1, 2024
Random Thoughts
Stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean. An island filled with monsters that are the only meat around. As the years pass the island tricks us. It makes us forget true safety exists out there beyond the horizon
On isle of beasts, 'neath the moon's soft gaze, A solitary figure stands, unfazed. Monstrous shadows in the night do weave, Ocean's breath whispers, "Do not grieve." Cloaked in black, against the tide, Among the fiends with nowhere to hide. Yet on this land of tooth and claw, A peculiar comfort, without flaw. Years do wend, and memory fades, Of havens distant, tranquil glades. In peril's clutch, one forgets to yearn, For shores of peace, for which they spurn. Beneath the stars, a truth unspoken, Chains of fear, not easily broken. Yet beyond the dark, past fear's own treason, Lies the path to a brighter season. For even hearts in danger steeped, Have dreams of safety, while they slept. Remember the vastness of the sea, Promises a chance to flee, to be free.
