We've only got a few minutes to cover this topic, which is not even close to enough time. But we'll get started and come back for part 2 at another time.

We go through life grabbing ahold of the people that present themselves for fear that we'll never find another one. It is also a fear that we will be lonely and alone if we drop those friends. These friends are very loosely termed friends because they are not the people that want the best for you.

As friends show themselves to be supportive of our dreams or whether they want us to stay in the same position to make them feel better. Fuck those people and fuck that bullshit. That's some dumb shit, and I am the guiltiest of them all.

My guilt comes deep from within because I've allowed the default setting to dictate my relationships. Intentionality is necessary to build a life we can enjoy and be proud of, content with the people, content with the place, and content with the joy the life brings. This new life we have created for ourselves is something special that not everyone will experience in life.

Those who cannot obtain the life they desire will slowly rot on the inside and become a bitter shell of a person. This has played out in myriad ways across the continents and throughout time. This can be the only way, and there is not hope in these lives.

On a night like this, bring your broken life to the well. From the well, drink, drink deeply of the water that rejuvenates, the water that brings life, brings relief, brings peace, brings joy, brings love. The word love brings with it many underlying connotations that are individual to each one of us. My love is not your love. My definition is not the same. What is the same is the feeling and the biological effects of such feelings of love.

The objective is triggered by the subjective. Isn't that an interesting development?? The feelings inside well up in the same fashion, but the triggers for those feelings are unique to each individual who feels. Not everyone feels, but we won't go down that road because we're on limited time, remember? And that topic could be its own series of articles.

But who really wants to do the dance of life? Do we actually live? I didn't want to dance, until I learned how much fun it is to dance. Now, I find myself learning new dance moves to bust a move when the time is right. Awww shiiit.... Now we're dancing....

Do you know how to walk? Can you learn to dance in the rain? Does our mind stand as the guard to the freedom we seek? Letting go of the past and moving to the future with the confidence of self and joy that comes with living (that whole thing is the subject of this sentence) is hard. It's something we must learn to do, and I'll be fucking damned if this shit is the true practice of learning in regard to self. (does that even make sense? lol)

No mind, never mind, don't mind, and sometimes, we must mind, our P's and Q's due to the pressure placed on us by the judgment of others. Fuck those people, and it doesn't take money to say, Fuck You, to the people we cut. It takes a stand, a solid stance toward the potential pain, but what pain? This pain is not real, but it feels real. I wonder if we could set this pain aside and move forward despite its existence.

It's hard to learn that skill, and it can only be accomplished by oblivion or mindful awareness.

This is Learning Made Hard.