More to come

I've made so much progress these past few weeks. It really feels like I'm starting to find a balance, a steady beat to tap my feet to. But it's not enough. I want so much more. I want to grow and grow and grow and grow and grow.. There's just so much of life to taste, so many mountains to conquer, and so much to learn. I want to learn it all. I'm thirsty, like a man in a desert, for the liquid of experience. Hungry beyond belief. I hunger for more. And what's truly beautiful is, I know I can get it.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us..." - M. Williamson

The belief is finally there. The courage I've been seeking is seeping back into my bones, and I am beginning to feel like myself, who I'm meant to be. With that, all that is left is to set my targets and shoot for the moon. So then, here's a list of what I want to do:

• Learn:




• Art:




• 2d/3d Animation


• Web Design


• Graphic Design


• Illustration


• Character Design


• Concept Art


• Painting in water colour/acrylic/oils/etc.


• Graffiti


• Street-art


• and just about everything else




• Cognitive:




• Shifting states of mind


• Lucid dreaming


• Improving memory & retrieval


• Reading people


• True critical thinking


• Improving reaction speed


• Controlling focus


• Meditative techniques


• Speed-reading




• Physical:




• Flipping


• Free-running


• Aggressive Inline


• Snowboard tricks


• Old school dancing


• Bboying




• Writing:




• Poetry


• Short-stories


• Blogging


• Drafting a story for film/Screen writing


• Letters

In the stillness

In the stillness here I lay,
a day gone by and lost to grey.
fill one leak another sprays,
it seems my life has seeped away.

Tired broken battered bleeding,
take a breath and stop repeating,
sharpened moments turned to fleeting,
how they hurt us so.

In between the silence grasp,
a chance to let the feeling pass,
find the channel to my past,
then let the music flow.

Little notes drop from above,
let them kiss me just because,
they speak to me of naught but love,
and soothe my weary soul.

#1

Decompress my vibration, deconstruct my contemplation
Because I find, time to time, peace leads to creation