dont learn how to fly until youre sure you know how to land. i've never been good at transitions and in fact my impulsiveness would be considered a great concern if i were anyone else in the universe; i build flying machines and dont ask where they go let aside how i'm going to land them.
transition has always been a bitch. my attempts to re-associate are always greeted with insomnia, agoraphobia and wretched stomach problems. we're not to forget that we have jobs to do. this 'job' is not necessarily your place of employment however a job in the greater perspective of our species. it is our jobs to stay focused and mindful. we are to continually practice loving-kindness and be careful of whose toes we step on.
this takes us to glassy red-eyed nights in the underbelly of the city. my new apartment is oddly similar to the bellcrest in detroit, more specifically my first apartment, 1112. hood up i walk into the night with the surviving members of my tribe.. time has taken its toll and reclaimed some good people for its own but this story we write together, wherever we are, is going to be a good one.
mindfulness is a practice. so often our minds are busy with pointless thoughts that burn away our inner-fuel wastefully. the irony is amazing and hard to recognize by an untrained eye; yet the practice of mindfulness is the practice of freeing your thoughts.. watching them as they pass and never trying to hold onto them.
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