So here I am starting this blog. I have tried this several times throughout the years. I have been on the “Net” since inception. Back in the early days of message boards and archaic dial up modems beginning in the 1990’s. I first seen the internet while in the Navy beginning in 86′, but didn’t really know what I was looking at.
I’m 52 years old and will admit that I am probably passing through “Hopefully”, in what some urban legends call a “Mid-Life” Crisis, crash, moment etc. Those who know me will know that I have had some struggles in the last few years. I don’t like to complain because I have realized that reading Google News gives such an insight to Real Struggles for some unfortunate humans.
I have lived through some interesting political moments – Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush, Obama, TRUMP!! Wait… Trump. Whoa, now that’s a blast from the past. The Regal 80’s produced a president? Only in America!!
Again, this blog is my thoughts and I don’t mean to offend or pretend… well actually I may do a whole bunch of pretending. Makes it interesting and nothing wrong with some twisted entertainment along the way.
This bubble we live in called America, specifically the United States, has bubbles within called California and again within that bubble is Los Angeles …etc. These bubbles were created a long, long, time ago. I have been outside these bubbles while in the USN. I have seen other bubbles that are very different than our bubbles. I have seen very, very, old bubbles in the far east and have seen scary bubbles, dirty bubbles, beautiful bubbles. Some bubbles that swallow up other bubbles become bigger only to “POP” into many smaller bubbles that repeat the process. We have bubbles all across the US too. I have lived in the LA area for most of my life. I have lived in the SE part of the US and in a bordering state next to California (Soon to return). I have lived on the Central Coast of California, where I owned my first homestead in California. My first homestead was actually in South Carolina ( A very Humid bubble).
I think i’m a visual person. I taught myself to paint and will show some of my creations here on occasion. I am learning to not take life so hard, that’s not easy since at any given moment it can be very scary or not at all. But its really coming to terms, for me anyways. The whole idea that time should be measured by the moment, the young thoughts of invincibility fade away and thoughts of the past push out thoughts of the future. Because at my age the future time-clock starts ticking backwards…Countdown begins.
I have contemplated death throughout my life. Some of this contemplation was brought upon me at a young age by those who where themselves in deep contemplation and thought it purposeful to plant that seed in a young mind. I came to the realization a long time ago that in essence we are dying the moment we are born. I have in my youth lived recklessly, thinking that life was so unimportant, too much work to bother. But then I survived and have benefited from all the experiences both negative and positive but was it really negative? What makes something negative? Is it a feeling or a morality created by a society. (Wow a deep thought. These will happen from time to time).