Salsa, working it out.
Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go out and do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
Our days are a series of choices
choose to laugh
choose to love
choose to live
The time just before sunrise the past few days has been full of big, bold colors. I took the opportunity to catch some of the colors on the way to work yesterday and today.
Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
push out dead air from a parking garage.
Where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence, where you grip her love like a driver’s license.
I’ve seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth.
I’ve seen the rains of the real world come forward on the plains.
“If you want to be happy, you have to be happy on purpose. When you wake up, you can't just wait to see what kind of day you'll have. You have to decide what kind of day you'll have”. - Joel Osteen
I brought my mom to the hospital today for a procedure and had a bunch of idle time on my hands to think. It got me thinking about happiness. It seems like it should be so easy to just be happy. For me it has always seemed to be much, much harder than that and it often seems like a chore.
I tend to think that some people are naturally happy people and that they just wake up happy in the morning. I think that for most of us, it is much more of a struggle. I do know that it is easy to offer up a smile to a stranger, to hold the door for someone who is walking behind you. I know that by doing simple things to make others happy, it makes me happy. I also know that by compounding all of these little, simple acts, I am developing the habits that will help to make me happier, more of the time.
I just wish that sometimes it came a lot easier.
- abstract image of a glass door to an office in the hospital.
And you can fire out on a bus to the outside world down to Louisiana, you can take her with you.
“remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet” - Stephen Hawking
And you can stand on the arms of the Williamsburg Bridge crying, well hey man this is babylon.
Man sends the ray of the electric light, sends the impulse through the air down to home.
Signal got lost to the satallite, got lost in the rideup to the plungedown.
The sun will rise and set regardless.
What we choose to do with the light is up to us.
I still have dreams, they’re not the same
They don’t fly as high as they used to.
So line on up, and take your place
And show your face to the morning
Cause one of these days, you’ll be born and raised
And it all comes on without warning.