SO MUCH HAPPIER

i honestly believe that a family who sits around the dinner table every night 

around their home-cooked meal, comprised of food that they have grown with their own hands,
discussing much deeper than the surface issues,
showing a genuine interest in each others lives
will be SO MUCH HAPPIER
than the family that rarely sees one another,
but have enough money for a large house with a few rooms
that are fully furnished but never occupied
the kids have never seen their mother smile
 and father is never home

WHY

Why do people want to be remembered?
Why does anyone even want to be noticed?

It's amazing to me that most of the world isn't even aware of my existence.
Not only that, but that I'm content with the fact that some people may not like me.

Relationships are strange. 
Once we’re in one (with family, a spouse, whomever), 
we promptly begin to take the other person for granted 
and move on to impressing strangers instead– say, our boss. 
Then, once we’ve impressed our boss, we start taking him for granted too, 
and so on, in an endless cycle of apathy. 
It’s like we always prefer to impress and charm the new than to work on what we already have.

People who care too much of how they are perceived cannot change the world.
I will walk where I want to walk. 
I won't accept false choices. 
I won't let people dictate how I should live my life.

a collective mind, a collective heart

i come home most nights to a kitchen lit by the sun
dinner is sometimes almost done or waiting on the table
discussions as we gather range from everyones' daily pursuits
to corrupt political systems that are destined to fail

we work together, we eat together, we live together

late summer rain

i open all the windows
and believe that my mother is crying tonight
with the rain

i'll hold my breath

but i won't bet my life on it.
the sun sets west, so i know where i'm going.

Cinq choses que les policiers ne veulent pas que vous sachiez!

Police officers have an obvious psychological advantage in any confrontation. They wear uniforms, talk loudly and carry guns.

Much of their apparent authority is derived from officers’ assumption that the public is ignorant of its legal rights and easily intimidated.

There are five legal rights in particular that police officers do not want you to know.

* A police officer cannot agree to drop charges in exchange for your cooperation. He or she simply doesn’t have the authority. The district attorney and the judge make those decisions. This is helpful to remember when the officer says they will go easier on you if you lead them to the victim’s body.

* You have the right to say no. For example:

Officer: “May I search your car?”

You: “No.”

Officer: “May I come in?”

You: “No.”

Officer: “While we’re waiting for your attorney, would you answer a few questions so we can save some time?”

You: “No.”

* You don’t have to go to the police station to give a statement. Unless the police officer shows up with an arrest warrant, or arrests you on the spot (think DWI), you don’t have to go anywhere at an officer’s request.

* From the time of first contact with a police officer, you should assume that you are being recorded. Stopping your car by the side of the road, talking on the phone at the police station, being fingerprinted, standing in the corner of a room in the station waiting for the officer to return — these are all potentially embarrassing moments that will be replayed in glorious Technicolor for a jury.

* No matter how much you are provoked, you don’t ever want to give the least hint of physical resistance. No kicking, spitting, hitting, cussing, slapping a hand away — or even looking like you are about to do any of those things. An officer’s wrongdoing will be subsumed by your aggressive action.

Planning Your Next Getaway? (I'm the Monster, I Exist)

"I'm the monster and I exist
On this summit I am lost
On it's slopes I've seen the world
As she was meant to be seen"
-Conrad Keely

This is a catalyst.
I'm not going to tell you what to do or how to feel.
I'm not going to try to sell you anything.
I'm only going to do my best to open your eyes to the beauty around you.
This isn't about you.
This isn't about me.
This is     about us.
This is     about humanity.
This is     about an alternative to the life that you've been taught to live.

Education (and in my opinion, self-education) is one of the most beneficial practices one can involve themselves with.
By self-education, I don't mean solely reading literature in the solitude of your home.
I believe that this process is defined within a much wider encompassing circle of actions.
Opening one's self up to the realization that something can be learned from everyone we cross paths with in this life. This includes Bill O'Reilly, as well as Adolf Hitler. No one has everything right, but not anyone has everything wrong either. There is truly a different lesson to be taught by each and every breathing soul.

Hitler for example: 
-Despised alcohol and cigarettes. He was aware of the physical damage they cause to the body. 
-He also practiced vegetarianism, as he had a love for animals. As a young man, out of sympathy and for his own amusement, he sometimes fed the mice in his room. Under his dictatorship, animal experimentation was limited by laws against vivsection.

As for Bill O'Reilly, I haven't searched deeply enough. 

I'm not by any means a neo-nazi. My intent is to use a man, who could be described by our society (and myself) as "one of the most evil men that has ever lived," as an example that there's some light inside of everyone. But once again, I don't support Bill O'Reilly in any way.

Open yourself up to experience, to assimilation.
I've learned so much more about life while riding my bicycle across the landscape
than I ever did in the entire 16 years of my govermental-funded education.
Explore with no destination.
It's a lot more fun that way.

Some will tell you that I'm a monster.
And I very well may be,
But those people don't want you to know what it means to live.
Those people don't want you to know what they've been afraid of their entire lives.