breeding life's self content

In life the whereabouts of happiness is a constant misleading endeavor and almost feels like an impossible internal feel to acquire. It’s fueled by our desires for a joyful emotional boost that more often than not feels more like an es-capable gift that always seems to be eluding us.

         I find it interesting how the more we chase it  the more we further unintentionally chase it away, yet the more patient our demeanor is in its eventual arrival the faster it seems to beneficially boost our emotional senses. There’s no way to really grasp it but our constant need to is what makes us yearn for it that much more. 

        The funny thing however is that the precious happiness that we often seek to find is the same one that is invisibly contained within us deep inside, cause through our own acceptance of life circumstances we allow a festering internal happiness to effectively blossom with the seed of our own self positivity just leading the way.

don't predict the script

Here in America were always in a stage of transition, moving forward sometimes moving backwards,

never really knowing what destination awaits for us at the end of our dreams hard fought journey.

life's mysterious ways sometimes has us confused, elated, frustrated but most importantly has us right

where it wants us. The more we predict things the more confusion just comes about  and the more

unpredictability it offers, so maybe the ideal of having life all figured out and planned out perfectly is nothing more than a perception of living rather than the perception of truth. How can we dictate the full

knowledge of life when it’s detected vision operates with changing mirrors. Our obligation lies in the here and now and living in an existence condition to grow, adapt, and ultimately improve, everything else is resulted through an internal determination capturing moments of glory through life’s forever changing playbook.