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Lately I have been waking up each day to find myself standing at a door of what one would call "The Everyday Human Experience".

And lately, I have been choosing to open that door to see what's inside.  Or, rather, open myself up to the everyday human experience of living one's life as best one can.

Putting an extreme moment, day, month, or even years into the context of the rest of one's life requires looking at it through the frame that it, too, is just an experience.  

An experience like any other out there and not greater than or worse than any other, truly.

For what can one say about the beautiful things that come from the lessons learned of such experiences one could utter is a travesty?

Is it not for the most padded of experiences that we produce our greatest follies?

Yes.  I, too, have patterns.

In fact, I have a lot of patterns.  

If you want to grow, something you have to recognize early on is that we humans are comprised of many patterns of behavior and expression that dictate the experience we are having with the world.

They dictate the experience we are having with the world.

Which is to say, what one does on a routine basis generates what we would classify as 'within expectation'.

Not normal.  Normal needs to be reconsidered every time it is stated or thought.

Normal is what our core beliefs about the world dictate to us that we must reinforce or otherwise perish.

For if it is not normal, it must not be good.  At least for the fear-based.

And if you have trauma, my dear, you may in fact have a fear or two in mind.

This is important to take in, for there are inherently two poles in life through which our actions are inspired: our fears and our dreams.

If to act on one's fears is to avoid it all costs, then to act on one's dreams is to reach for them for just the same amount.

When one considers time as the currency in one's own pocket, then we pay for what we want in time through thought alone, let alone the actions coming from them.

It's easy to get what we want when we act on our fears because it is easy in this world to feel safe.  It's easy to be right in the age of information.

Why?  Because our confirmation bias will ultimately seek to find information that reinforces our understanding of the world as right.

But when what you want is for the world and your mind to be one in the same, to align and come into harmony.

Well, that takes some work honey.

Work I do not think many are willing to put up the task for.

And I get it.  Call me captain of that ship.

In fact, if I were captain of the ship of inaction, I would probably never be seen at the wheel.  Why?  Because it never leaves the harbor it was constructed in.

Jokes aside, that in fact can be me but it isn't me.

In fact, I'd argue it is less me lately than I think is.

For if one makes delivering on one's word a priority, the ship sets sail and catches wind.

I think we all struggle with inauthenticity, sure.

But what's the point of pointing the finger at the masks we all wear while our own remains glued to our face?

Life, then, love really, is about those moments when the masks come down to reveal who we really are: a series of masks.  One after the other, and beautiful ever still.

And that's okay.  In fact, it's pretty damn human at times and can be forgiven.  

But when we mistake ourselves for the mask we present others, then the ego is permitted to fill the space it is given like a fart in the room.

Stinking up the place.

So. Much. Ego.

And guess what?  It's yours!  This means two things.

One, as if it were your favorite pet, you must love it unconditionally to the best of your ability always.

Two, if it's terrorizing others, perhaps seek to support positive behavior adjustments.

Yes, I said it.  You have to train yourself, or your mind at least.

For what are we if else but the animals we seek to place ourselves above as savage, brutal, and vicious?

Never have I ever felt more unsafe than by humans who would otherwise label me as crazy.

Nuts. Psycho. Weird. You name it girl, I've been called it.

May I have your attention please!  If you are seeing this and care about me then know this:  use of such words will see you hearing feedback.

For to be labeled crazy is to be considered crazy.

Hi, my name is Brian.  Personality type: crazy.

Such a label has been the most limiting and, today, freeing experience I have could have been gifted to afford my time working with.

For if one is crazy then one's source of ideas and inspiration can come from damn near anywhere.  Everywhere, even.

When you do not think like other people in a world obsessed with setting a standard for everything, you're weird.

But in a world becoming increasingly louder about the importance of accepting and appreciating each other's differences, this means something to me.

When I was growing up, they would lock and throw people with my diagnoses into a padded room so their symptoms could fester.

Isolation is damning to the mind and it is with all my desire that I escape this hell at all costs.

But doing so requires letting go of one's fears.

Fears of not being enough.  Fears of it not working out.  Fears of not being perfect.

Perfect.  Dafuq is perfect anyway?

The only situations that are truly perfect are when someone gets called out for having or showing ego and them responding in-kind with: you right.

Not only that, but in the same breath.

Now that's some self-awareness and strength I want to have.

To presently progress is to be progressing is progressing is progressing.

The beauty in reaching for such long-term destinations is when you find yourself approaching what you saw on the horizon when you first set out is that, by then, you have already habituated yourself toward a direction of excellence and commitment to the person that is you from the moment you took your first and hardest step.

And that, my friends, is quite the experience. ❤️