risenomega

Another week. At some point you'd figure this big revalation would just happen to interject itself into your wake, eat, work, eat, sleep life. Such is not the case. And as the story goes, of how you should chase dreams, take chances, live life, throw caution to the wind...the other end of the story ruffles the pages of the fairytale. Live life , chase dreams, throw away caution is replaced by pay bills, keep your secure job, and don't mess up a good thing. Everyone loves to talk big. Everyone loves the phrase "Fuck It, I'm quiting my job and moving to California!" I wish those phrases where so easy to manifest. With every spark of passion and motivation and need for somthing new comes a firestorm of cold harsh reality. We can only dream so big before we are awaken by the blinding light of a new day that taunts us with promise and ends in redundancy. If only sleep was that reality. Everyone would have a beautiful wife, happy kids, a Boston Terrier, laying in a hammock in a nice back yard on a warm spring day with some vacation-esque music such as Nora Jones playing softly in the backround. Then the next day you would awake to the smell of coffee and a pretty face next to you. Then head off to the job you love and care deaply about, and that day would repeat itself on a loop. I guess thats my dream maybe not everyones. Now the common answer to this rant would be "We'll get off your laptop and naked tattoo girls website, and out of you boxers and go take the world by the throat, if it means building that dream on broken back and blown out knees! NOW.... the flow of this blog should transition into a 2nd rant about how life will eventually stomp out that dream. Exstinguishing the flame of momentum eventually bringing us all back to our stagnant realities, boring jobs, and sold souls. But ya know what? I like the sound of optomism in the last few sentences...... ON WITH THE CLOTHES AND SIGNING OFF!