7.22.20

When fate drives her cruel ships into uncharted waters all that's in it's wake is a malevolence and fear. So call out for distress, put out your buoyes, shoot a flare signal and hope for rescue. Some may say save our ship. Others might tap on leaky pipes in Morse code. Others might inflate their life raft. But all the hope in the world at that moment is pressed on your shaken shoulders and stressed out mind.

When you think of the reward of a rescue your self preservation seems like an all encompassing venture. If all truly is selfless in this world and their is a benevolent force at work in the universe or the heavens then you better place all of your faith into him. So be it.

When coming to terms with a guilty conscience there isn't a reward for your reflection. There is a pain you must navigate through. Wade through the mystery of your minds eye and find the bounty the seed of your soul Grace's you with. And work hard to maintain. And remember how gloriously the failure flounder so I guess I can aim to be you're daily downer. And in the end it doesn't even matter. Imagine that.

Peace loving hypocrites and hippie loving toke smokers. The whole lot of them. Na just kidding. More like wicked righteous narsisists and world eaters. To each his own I suppose.

I am very incorrigible as a person. Weather it be to friends or to strangers. I've changed that attitude recently to friendly and cautiously optimistic. To my self these same values apply. Because I don't want to be too greedy all the time as that would make me too simple. But I do take my liberty's as it were. I find my peace with things in due time and place this things into terms I can come to grips with realistically. It's 5am I should probably go to bed. Or not. Or both.

So I fell asleep in the morning around 6am. After a while and woke up a lot later as I was so tired. So today I was feeling pretty good but we ran out of sodas and waters but at least I was able to have a coffee. On the boob tube I'm watching expedition unknown with Josh gates. Today's Wednesday so at 9 he does a talk show with guest and things like that. But the show itself is fairly interesting. The episode I'm on now is all about exploring Mayan civilizations in the middle of a rain forest. They took a helicopter to a camp on the basin of an ancient lost Mayan civilization. There Josh meets with an archeologists who's been excavating and studying this culture for over thirty years. The part I found interesting is how they know a decent amount about the classic period of this civilization but the pre-classical era they know hardly anything about. But they found this vessel that may contain clues into understanding. Supposedly this era was ruled by 12 so called "snake-kings". So their mission was to try and find a tomb of one of those nobles and that would give them facts into that era. La Santa they found was a pyrimad on a base longer than the height of the empire state building and taller than two statues of liberty. All that right in the middle of a desolate jungle in the middle of Central America somewhere. It's made from lime stone or something and the labor took thousands of workers over 30 years to build. They excavated this site under a structure and actually found a burial. This wasn’t one of the snake kings they wanted to find but nonetheless was still an interesting and important thing for them to find. Very good show and I may watch the talk show tonight at 9.

I made a coffee again and now I'm thinking about what to write for my daily journal. We went to the store to pick up supplies and something to eat. The show is still on and this time Josh is in Japan searching for a sacred Japanese sword. He found a sword by the same maker Which is also a treasure in itself. He went on top of a sacred snow top temple of the gods in search of the coveted Honjo sword. It is a really great show so far. And now as I write this the next episode plays. And this is a real treasure hunt. There going around the United States hunting after the treasure left behind in the book the secret. It's fairly good because it was written with clues of pictures and poems that if you were able to decide and find he'd send you a treasure. Only two before were ever found. Aaand they found another one under home plate somewhere in Boston.

I stand with a millstone around my neck

There's no way to escape this miserable heck

Some people say all hands on deck

Where do I start this horrible treck?

So I started thinking about all my writing endeavor's like critical thinking projects and journals. And even how to start writing my own novel. The advice that stuck out in my mind was something I heard once from an author who said the best place to start is by writing a thousand words a day. This stuck out to me because that means if I wrote 666 words a day for 30 days I could write almost 20000 words. That's half of a novel in just one month. And the format I'm choosing to try and do this in is a journal style reflection that I would write every day. I think that should account for around half of the writing material I plan on using for the book I plan on writing. But the only problem is how to think of something new everyday without it becoming too boring or droning on too much. And my days aren't all that special most of the time so I'll have to try hard to use my imagination and expand my vernacular to adjust to this process. Also come up with interesting ideas people will like to refresh the boring parts of my writing. Or even become philosophical in my path to pursue different ideas of writing and source my ideas based on relevance or even antiquated principle's that seem worthy of jotting down in a passage. But time as they say is of the essence so if I stick with it for a good amount of time I'd have a stack of papers sitting in front of the old typewriter and be better off for it; seeing as I could go back and figure out what in the hell I was thinking on any given day.

Should I share something deeply emotional and personal to garner the attention of my readers? But the only problem with that is I have a hard time opening up and don't have anything profound to share so I'll just chill for a while. Maybe this in some cartoons and just mellow out. What's that they used to say in the 60's? Tune in, turn on and chill out?