November 22, 2006 – Wednesday
Just some late night rambling…
Current mood: 
complacent
As I sit with an open ear, hermetic songs play behind the diction that I lay tonight. My thoughts are racing as my fingers frolic around the keyboard with speed, yet slowly put together words that may amount to some form of mental aptitude. Its about time that we got these hearts beating faster and read what could possibly be the only blog I’ll ever post that’s straight from where the body circulates the blood!
If I could open my eyes and be somewhere serene. I would not pick a city where I grew up, nor would I pick a heavenly abode where everything was perfect and there were no worries. Some place that I’m rich and have all my fantasies come true is not where I want to be. Where would I fantasize about being when I’m there? I would take a different route. I would take such an approach that most people would think it were to be a fallacy, a lie to disguise a perfect life.
No, I would choose a normal place. A niche, a recess, where I wake up everyday to go to a lousy job that makes me successful, yet normal. Where I wish the wife a bright day, smack her on the ass, and kiss her goodbye. An existence where I can and want to come home from work to a home cooked meal, that is “over-cooked” every now and then. A nook where my children can sleep safe at night but still worry about a monster in the closet and have daddy search it with a flashlight at 3 a.m.
A place that would rain on game days. A dwelling where I have my hardships, and you, yes you, would participate in yours. A void where we all go to work late once in a while and have to sit in the shitty cubicle by the fat woman who never takes the time out of her day to experience a cleansing shower. A place where I sometimes struggle to keep my sanity. Where my children skin thier knees on sidewalks, and encounter a honeybee sting every now and then.
This perfect world of mine would have friends that come and go, some good, some bad. A joint where I have to actually worry about going to the “joint”. A surrounding where the day you anticipate the mail for that big check, you get it….along with 5 bills. A setting where you long for something more, but are content with where you are and can appreciate it for what you’ve gone through to be there and what some others would do to be in your position.
Maybe you’re getting the drift of my perfect world. Where falling in love and shattered dreams go hand in hand. I want a place where I take EVERY opportunity possible without fear or discontent. Where educated people still misuse the words “your” and “you’re” and mis-spell simple words, so I can bitch at them. Where I can start 50% of my sentences with “where” and people can understand “where” I am coming from. 
This ambience of mine, is already an existence. I have the best friends and family that anyone could ask for. I have the bills that all of you would love to have in your name, or not. I have the shattered dreams, but to make up for that…I have a love that is strong. I am not alone in this world. Everyone of you have this world with me. Even if you’re rich, you know you want something more. You’re missing an element that makes you whole. This is my perfect world. This is a world where I choose my own destiny, I write the beginning, the middle, the end, and all the chapters inbetween. I’m a simple man. I bleed, I hurt, but most of all I’m happy to have what I have. And whatever else is thrown my way I’ll, most likely, welcome with open arms.
Interested in changing the world.