Earth To Ash
"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and reactions, to the world around me"
Journal Entry # 193 – Life Has Value, Not Things!
I rather collect thoughts, feelings, and emotions in my life. I’m not a fan of things. Things leave me empty, but I’m full of life. – Ash
Journal Entry # 192 – Life Gives Us Power, Now, What Shall We Do With It?
This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy. – Susan Polis Schutz
Journal Entry # 191 – Being An Uncle, How Else Am I Supposed To Act My Age?
Children make you want to start life over. – Muhammad Ali
Journal Entry # 190 – Alrighty Then!
If you aren’t in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret. – Jim Carrey
Journal Entry # 189 – The Outside Will Always Heal What’s Inside
This morning I took a walk, a deep breath of fresh salty air, and welcomed the gentle pouring rain. Now, I’m alive again. – Ash
Bike Writer # 49 – Life, Take it in…All of it!
As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. Otherwise you will miss most of your life. – Buddha
Bike Writer # 48 – Keep Pushing Yourself To Be Your Best Self!
Either you reach a higher point today, or you exercise your strength in order to be able to climb higher tomorrow. – Friedrich Nietzsche
Journal Entry # 188 – It Comes In Trees
Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul. – Alice Walker
Unfather’s Day
Today, I don’t want to exist.
Tomorrow is fine, but not today.
Today, I don’t deserve anything.
I hate the happiness, I hate the gift ideas.
I hate the attempts to cheer me up from friends and family.
I hate cards, I hate phone calls, I hate the internet.
I hate robbing my stepfather from his day, I’m so damn sorry.
I hate Sundays, I hate barbecues, I hate gatherings and music.
I hate being called something I’m not, stop telling me different.
Stop!!! It only encourages me and I lie to myself again.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter wishes were still with us.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter celebrates beating Cancer.
I’m not a Dad a son or daughter begs freed from behind bars.
I’m not even a Dad a son or daughter forgives for his mistakes.
I’m not a Dad…and I have all the scars to prove it.
Journal Entry # 187 – It’s Hard When The Scars Still Remind Me
To heal a wound you must stop scratching it. – Paulo Coelho
