It's time to move forward and blog about life's journeys, discoveries and my short stories I have always wrote.
I will always be Captain Imperefecto because I lead an imperfect life.
Left to right: Nico, Captain Imperfecto, and Christopher at the Magic Kingdom
March 29th, 2013 Getting my life together hasn’t been easy but I’m trying. I have been evolving with what I have learned through my own life and experiences. In-which we all should do as we grow physically, mentally and spiritually. And the one thing that I have learned is that I can’t feel sorry for myself. But sometimes it’s just hard- damn hard, not to allow those feelings of hopelessness to seep into my mind.
Whether it’s a song on the radio that reminds me of an occasion in my life or a tune that reminds me of better days, I never know what can trigger my mind to reminisce into the past of what once was for me and the things that will never be again.
But you fight on to better times and make new memories while never forgetting the trials and tribulations, the good times and bad times of what got you to where you are now, in this time and place of your life. It is a will within you that you have to summons from the under belly of despair and fight through your destructive behavior before you destroy everything that has been keeping you sane this far.
My foundation has been my children from which I have began to rebuild some sort of life I once had. The ground is still shaky and the frame of my new life is teetering on the verge of disaster or success and it’s a constant balancing act when it comes to keeping my forward progress together.
You would think that I was a recovering addict with all this will power that I have to gather in order to support my foundation so that I can continue on with better days. Each of us has something that challenges us physically and emotionally and yet, we get through it and survive, to take on the next challenge. And as sure as you are reading this, we seem to get through it, making life work after facing the great challenges of our life.
I feel like a broken man at times. A broken man that sees his life around him and it is distorted in the
reflection of a splintered mirror. However it only takes one whole piece of shattered mirror to reflect the bigger picture back towards the real me and it will enlighten me and tantalize my senses that I am part of the bigger picture of being responsible for my true prosperity. That vision clearly shows that I’m here, in the now, and I am alive. The sight before me displays a man of good will and compassion and it makes me sigh with relief that there is hope for better days ahead.
With the thought of good things that lie ahead for me, I push out the stale air that refuses to leave my body, like toxic waste, leaving my bowels. I inhale allowing the cool fresh air to stimulate my senses, touching my soul, so it will remind me that I am alive. The blood flows into my organs and it reinvigorates me to the point that I want to the shout to the world. But shout what?
I have a voice and I can hear it within me. I want others to know that I understand that in life, we all have a purgatory that we deal with and at times we feel that there is no way out. But you must search for that way out, without allowing yourself to give in to the temptation of defeat. We are all important people in this world with so much to offer other people who thirst for someone else's wisdom and interpretation of life that will inform them things will be alright.
I see hope out there in this world. I find hope in the little things in life that bring joy and happiness to me and the ones I surround myself with. I write with hope so that you may gain insight into what drives me through another day. Where’s your hope?
I get my hope and inspiration from trees...they are solitary beings. They depend upon no one but themselves to survive. when a tree is thirsty, it bends it's leaves to make the most of the small amounts of nourishment (rain droplet and morning dew) to catch what little it gets. It sends all its resources to the newest growth first. The tree, you see, always comes second. When the sun is shining, the trees bend their branches and open their leaves up wide so it can soak up the sun's rays, which also give it nourishment. This solitary tree is responsible for housing many birds and aninmals without complaint. The tree protects these creatures during storms by by bracing itself so as not to tumble over and harm the precious cargo that lives in and around its great trunk and branches. Again, this is done with strength and inner-self that only the tree knows about.
During the beginning of winter, the tree begins to look tired. the leaves begin to drop off and it's precious cargo has taken shelter in warmet climates. And so this tree, this solitary, lonely tree, sitting barren and silent, gets ready to face whatever harsh winter lies ahead.
without it's leaves, the tree now becomes a gaurd, of sorts. standing tall, ready to protect the other foliage or even a nearby home. When a storm blows great winds, the tree sways its trunk and drops its lightest branches in order to protect the life of the tree, the trunk. A tree fights the elements all alone. they do not give up and stop nourishing themselves. they are stoic, solitary beings. they have a job to do and they do it. provide shade by nourshing its leaves, house birds and animals in its trunk but most of all, stand gaurd after they are stripped of their beauty and loving creatures. Trees are so stubborn. They can live for hundreds of years. they are beautiful to look at, touch and respect. the rooted trunks provde a perfect resting place for weary travelers. They provide strength to aid campers putting up tents. they warn of upcoming bad weather by turning their leaves to the underside.
All of these amazing things a tree does. In silence. All alone. battling storm after storm, saying goodbye to their little friends every fall, sacrificing their own nutrition for that of new growth and on and on.
Kind of like a parent does. And that's why trees give me hope and inspiration.
I get my hope and inspiration from trees...they are solitary beings. They depend upon no one but themselves to survive.
ReplyDeletewhen a tree is thirsty, it bends it's leaves to make the most of the small amounts of nourishment (rain droplet and morning dew) to catch what little it gets. It sends all its resources to the newest growth first. The tree, you see, always comes second.
When the sun is shining, the trees bend their branches and open their leaves up wide so it can soak up the sun's rays, which also give it nourishment.
This solitary tree is responsible for housing many birds and aninmals without complaint. The tree protects these creatures during storms by by bracing itself so as not to tumble over and harm the precious cargo that lives in and around its great trunk and branches. Again, this is done with strength and inner-self that only the tree knows about.
During the beginning of winter, the tree begins to look tired. the leaves begin to drop off and it's precious cargo has taken shelter in warmet climates.
And so this tree, this solitary, lonely tree, sitting barren and silent, gets ready to face whatever harsh winter lies ahead.
without it's leaves, the tree now becomes a gaurd, of sorts. standing tall, ready to protect the other foliage or even a nearby home. When a storm blows great winds, the tree sways its trunk and drops its lightest branches in order to protect the life of the tree, the trunk.
A tree fights the elements all alone. they do not give up and stop nourishing themselves. they are stoic, solitary beings. they have a job to do and they do it. provide shade by nourshing its leaves, house birds and animals in its trunk but most of all, stand gaurd after they are stripped of their beauty and loving creatures. Trees are so stubborn. They can live for hundreds of years. they are beautiful to look at, touch and respect. the rooted trunks provde a perfect resting place for weary travelers. They provide strength to aid campers putting up tents. they warn of upcoming bad weather by turning their leaves to the underside.
All of these amazing things a tree does. In silence. All alone. battling storm after storm, saying goodbye to their little friends every fall, sacrificing their own nutrition for that of new growth and on and on.
Kind of like a parent does. And that's why trees give me hope and inspiration.