Razmattaz

I have decided to just let it all hang out on my blog here, and write what comes to mind, whether it makes sense or not. This is the first written entry in a while. So, for those of you who subscribe to my blog, know that I will be writing more often, and with less sense, but it is something that I need to do in order to get to those posts that make more sense later. I have to get all the lead out of my system, flush out all the nonsense so that I can think straight on the page later. Something I am willing to do. I could start a new blog somewhere else that would house all the nonsense, but I have already started this one, and nobushel is all about letting it all hang out, letting it all go, throwing everything at the wall and seeing what sticks. Some of you know who I am, but I am going to continue to write this as if no one does. I don't mean to fill your inbox with nonsense though, so feel free to unsubscribe and check back in a year or three when I make more sense. Again, this blog has been built to trace the arc of growth of one individual over time. I have found that sharing my blog posts on Facebook is less than beneficial, so I don't really know what I will use Facebook for moving forward, but it won't be for posting blog stuff, at least for the time being. 

Consider this a proviso, or a warning, or a disclaimer. Whatever you like, just know that I am trying to be myself, and I want you to do the same. Express yourself. 

What's the point? Get to the point? Get the point? The point of the arrow. The point of the lightning bolt. What is it pointing to? Where are we going? Where are we headed? What is the time? What does it matter? What time of day is it? What day is it? Where are we going?

There is time to learn. There is time to grow. There is time to go where nobody knows. Explore the depths. Take your time, but don't take too long. It is a beautiful day. Explore outside. Learn from your mistakes. Grow with the changes. Understand the beauty. Fill the gaps, be the spaces. Expand your mind by leaving it behind. You are not your thoughts. You are the gaps that exist between the thoughts. Is there any gap between your thoughts? Is there any space that exists between the incessant chattering of your mind? It took me thirty three years to hear the silence. Listen for it. It is you. Be the gap.