No rants, no facts, just a bit of heart.

Nostalgia can be timely.

Being your own worst enemy is never easy.  Tilting your head to your shoulder in obscurity rarely beckons greatness or allows ourselves and others to understand the world in which we live.

At an early age, I wanted to be able to write something that explained everything.  Call it an egotistical way of looking at things and thinking I may know more than the next guy or gal... yet I watched the others for years and found them ridiculous.  Shortly thereafter, I looked in the mirror and found much of the same.

I believe in a higher power and know it's not me. 

Tired am I of settling for an imperfect world.  Tired am I of settling for anything.  Each day I see and hear folks who are hurting.  Some I can help, some I can't.  If you are still seeing reading, in case you are still following these words I type... I work in the Mortgage Industry.  It's funny, some people used to get dates by saying that.  Me, I always garnered a gal's attention by professing my astute knowledge of molecular biology and generational physics.  None the less, you tell someone you work in Real Estate these days... they tend to gasp and hand you a token for a local Arcade.

My favorite piece of curriculum when I went to College was 'Humanity'.  Imagine that.  Heck, I think we need more of it.  While I personally love making money and paying my bills and being able to afford luxury expenses... all that seems to miss the major point of this gig called life.  I'll drop tears for those who are less fortunate in a 'Capitalistic sort of way'... and I'll drop a bomb on those who are so self-centered that they don't give a rat's beady ass about anything other than their portfolio of power.  At the same time, we make our beds and should sleep in them.

Yes, we live in interesting times.  Yes, it is difficult for a lot of folks.  And yes, it comes down to money... follow it and you will know the drill.  But I assure you that the drill isn't you or us.  We are more than that.  When we figure that out, we'll probably be dead and in another place.  Sorry for the morbid thought, but I think it may reign true.

We live life one moment at a time, one second of a minute, and one day of our calender year.  You want answers to the economical turmoil going on right now... it's probably in your heart!?!  Hire folks that care.  Hire folks that consider you more than a paycheck.  Hire Real Estate Professionals that not only know their chosen craft, but know your human goals. 

My worst enemy has been myself.  Despite letting few in, I let so much out.  Trust is hard to come by these days, especially when desperation seems rampant.  I will tell you what, to any and every consumer still reading... there are good folks around here who are making an honest living.  The trepidation doesn't surprise me, it actually resonates quite well.  I'll do best for you and I expect nothing less than for you to return the favor.  In the end, when we bask in our own humanity, we trust what is right.  Beauty is in the eyes of the bolder... we'll be fine as long as we remain true to us.

When I die, I want one thing and one thing only.  I want to leave whatever part of the world I affected... a better place.  Screw perception though, I just want the truth.

To one of the greatest poems in popular music, I jest... read and think.  More than that, relax.   

'Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colorless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave helios wake up your steeds,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.

'Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?