Adrenaline Addict.

I'm an addict.
An adrenaline addict.
Give me more,
give me more.

Brother.

He has indeed grown up.

Looking through his pictures,
I am happy for him.
Self-detached from the family,
playing the role of a ghost in the shadow,
I have been observing from afar.
He has done well.

Be proud, young man,
you've achieved it on your own.
Be ready, young man,
the next stage is just within reach.

May you garner the wisdom of life,
may you gain the strength of living.
Shouldering the weight of the world,
you shall leave your own legacy behind.

Definition: Spiritual.

Richard Wolman, author of Thinking with Your Soul.

By spiritual I mean the ancient and abiding human quest for connectedness with something larger and more trustworthy than our egos - with our own souls, with one another, with the worlds of history and nature, with the indivisible winds of the spirit, with the mystery of being alive.

The Winds of Fate.

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
'Tis the set of the sails,
And Not the gales,
That tell us the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;
As we voyage along through life,
'Tis the set of a soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.

Purpose.

To live, to love, to learn and to live a legacy.
I think that sums it all up.

Don't Worry.

Don't worry.
The dawn will break.
Don't worry.
The uneasiness will subside.
That is all I need to know. Seriously.

Make You Feel My Love.

Adele's "Make You Feel My Love" is on repeat.

In this middle of the night, I'm feeling the tremor that I've been suppressing, that void that I've been mindlessly filling, that loneliness that I've been ignoring. The heart is twitching, and yet the mind still refuses to admit. This reality that I've single-handedly built and crafted is shifting, drifting, and perhaps, falling apart.

Constantly seeking change in my environment. I once thought that it would keep me occupied. But no, that is naive of me. Constantly convincing myself that I don't need someone to share my life. I thought I could perhaps try changing it from within the mind. But no, that is very silly of me too.

This might just perhaps be that unsung song. A bottled emotion, a fading belief.

To go to the ends of the earth for you, to make you feel my love. Lying on this bed alone, I can only mumble along.