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Look At Me Now.

Since when did optimistic thinking become a pessimistic reality - when you actively seek out something in the tangible how do you manage to keep yourself positive in every negative situation that comes your way - I've come to think that the universe is fucking with me lately. 

I have to laugh sometimes I truly do. Admiration for what is a chance of twisted faith or a pure mistake, either way you could look at it from two very distinctive perspectives but allowing the idea to wreak havoc in your mind is something you shouldn't entertain. 

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It's hard to appreciate everything that happens to us, be it good or bad - yet these cosmic actions place our lives in the centre of our own despair, creating uproar & havoc, causing beautiful things to fall and harder reasons to reflect on - yet, after all this time, after everything that's caused pain causes just as much joy, love and appreciation for what you've got. Without grey clouds there is no silver lining in which to rejoice. This is the trick, to see it all, be it good or bad and realise that what you've got it's pretty darn good. 


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So take a look at me now, it was always wake up call coffee and juice, always sweet kisses leading to something else, always leading to no where. 
Wake up call coffee and juice, I'm gone out the door to work, to navigate this crazy city, navigating my career and hoping that a chance of sweet kisses in the morning does happen again, yet if you met me now know you wouldn't know me. 

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Being stuck in rewind isn't a helpful tool on which to place your present life on. 
Anxiety seeps in, you become misplaced in the beauty of now and where your feet are at; miles away, chasing a dream, chasing an adventure, creating uproar and memories, embracing the beauty the world has to offer. I told a friend of mine recently to stop, stand in one spot and breathe, open your eyes and see where you are and remember all that you've achieved on your own kid, I think it's pretty universal for some of us lately. 

Do you stop & stand still, remembering what your life was before ? Can you be that mature to understand the direction you've taken or do you need a ghost to walk by to understand the difference and the sheer magnitude of everything that's happened since ?

Self awareness is never a bad thing, keep them close and don't loose them - true friends are rare, rarer than champagne kisses dear friend. 

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