The time has come... for me to start writing in here again.
Yes, I know that I am coming across as an erratic writer or quite possibly a disfunctional one. However, that is not something I intend to change. The seeming chaotic wanderlust that my personality reflects is an inherent conjuction to my meaningingless pursuit of being a Jack of all Trades. Instead, my focus has slowly shifted into a holy box that justifies and without alteration has redifined my goals. I no longer crave an impossible expertise in the many skills that compose my life while at the same time I maintain my fixation with flexibility. My life experience rests on living for the life of all.
The key to my future rests in an abandonment into hands of greater power than my own.
In hopes that I will never revert to my old mindset, my sight has been changed. Instead of seeing a future death for the instillation of fear into my motives, I now see only the future of life to be had and the missed opportunies to live that I will not allow to pass untouched. The samurai spirit is strong and quite good for this world but it has overlooked one thing. When one dwells on death as a complete and total end, hope suffocates. I must always remember that the only thing to look forward to beyond the end of time is more life, not less.
No more piddling fires. Let it burn with a passion hotter than a thousand suns.
Set the world ablaze.
The samurai spirit was to live as if you were already dead so that if you died it was no big deal. When the reality of life was war, this made some sense. When peace came a bunch of bushido became rather warped.
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