Ladies and Gentlemen!!! I present to you, the most amazing, charismatic, and powerful entity you will ever have the pleasure of coming in contact with...I reintroduce to you....*drum roll*...KNUCKLES THE EVERLASTING!!!
Yes, it's been awhile kids. Too long if you ask me. I have personally walked into the depths of Hell, kicked Satan dead in his bean bag, and told him to go fuck himself, walked my happy ass back to the real world, and here I stand, a better man. War torn, slightly more scarred than before, but above all, a better and stronger Knuckles for your viewing pleasure.
Along the way, I picked up a companion. Alas, she didn't come with a T.A.R.D.I.S., but she did come with a fuzzy white dog. And, like the Doctor himself, I begin a new journey. A new saga. A new adventure. And, like the former companion, this one knows what it takes to keep the beast known as Knuckles Mangano on his leash, and when to set him free upon this world. Tonight, I am free, so I am bemusing you with a set of bookends known as Wisdom and Knowledge.
You see, as with every new adventure, you approach it with a tenseness. Not fear, but wary of what lies ahead. "I gave 100% before, and still came up short. Who's to say this time will be no different?" "I don't know if I will measure up to their past, and if I come up short in one department or another, will she raise her mast and set sail?" But, here is where you get bludgeoned in the face with a Fistful of Knuckles!! *POW!*
As with anything in life, you have to appreciate what you have in front of you. You have to see the adventure and excitement of what can be, and not the fear and resentment of what has got away, or what could have been. Without cold, you would never know warm. Without wet there is no dry, and without a past, there can be no now, and no future. I personally want a comparison chart with the women in my life. Because, if she's been with scumbags that broke her heart, treated her badly, or was just a waste of space, then she's in for a pleasant surprise!! I'm a cooking, cleaning, poem writing, door opening, well groomed, highly articulate, properly educated, loving MACHINE!!! And, prove it on a daily basis. Whereas, if she had no comparison, she would never know the treasure that lies at her feet.
No, weak men and women want the person with NO experience in life or love, because then there is no standard to live up to. The issue with that is, if there is no standard, then when presented with something or someone "slightly" better than what stands next to them, they jump to it. A heart without scars has seen no battles, and therefore knows not what peace and tranquility can be like. I may be a scotch drinking, cigar smoking, cursing animal of a human, but I know what respect, dignity, admiration, kindness, and support are, and I am not afraid to add them to my arsenal when going into the war call Love. I need a woman that makes me proud to stand beside her. Strong enough to face the world, but soft and gentle enough to make me feel loved. I want to be her anchor, but also be her cannon. I want her to be strong, beautiful, caring, and intelligent. Brave, adventurous, cunning and fun. She should be everything I love, and everything I am missing. She must be the missing chapter to my newest book, because we should never stop writing, especially when the topic is love.
Which brings me to the other topic. Love.
In college, I wrote a 6 page paper on how Vagina was the biggest economical advantage to the economy and Big Business. Men, as a whole, begin at puberty with this idea. You wake up thinking about women (some about other men, but i'm using women in this example), and go to sleep thinking about women. You go to the gym to get ripped, to get the attention of women. You hit high school and realize that if you dress cooler, act smoother, wear cologne/shower more often, then you get better quality of women. Then you hit college and realize: If you're more educated, you'll get a better job, make more money, to get cooler clothes, drive a cooler car, to go to the coolest bars/clubs, so you can...you guessed it...get the hotter chick. Then, you hit a certain age, and after spending ALL of that money, you realize - - -> "I wasn't chasing the right thing. I was chasing vagina, when I should have been chasing companionship."
I was lucky enough to have always known this. To me, Love is an art form. It's colorful. It's elegant. It can make you smile. It can make you sad. It can lift your spirits, or drop you to your knees. Love is what this world needs more of, but many have no clue where to find it, what to do with it once they have it, let alone what to do if it starts to falter.
No, love is the center of the universe and belongs in everyone's heart. With that said, let's put the books inbetween the bookends.
Without the knowledge that Love is the be-all and end-all of this world, and without the Wisdom to know what to do once you have it, then you will never truly find happiness. When people stop acting like a Cunt-Cookie and nitpicking at someone's past they are now with, then they will pick the person apart until the only thing left is an empty shell, and when you look back you will realize that it was you that peeled away the layers of love, looking for the rotten pieces that were ever-so-tiny on the inside. As with the Boogey Man, if you stare into the closet long enough, you will find what you're looking for. But, if you love, accept, forgive, and build anew, then you can set aside differences and create your own future, your own NOW, and be happy living in what you have.
So, my fellow fuckholes, look inside your hearts and realize that it's love you should work hard for. It's love you should strive to secure in your life. It's love that you desire and need. Stop seeking perfection, because it doesn't exist, because more often than not, if someone held a mirror up to you, then you wouldn't feel so perfect yourself.
Write poems, and build smiles from pain. Create new adventures. If you've been hurt, don't take it out on others, just let the wounds heal, and share the scars, but never...ever...let it prevent you from taking the risk of loving again. When you look back on the books that you've written, and the many chapters of your Life that have filled these books, then let your story be one of overcoming hardship, seeking love, finding compassion in your heart for others' pains, and helping the ones you love to find a world that is a place that is worthy to live in, and not one they fear.
Why? Because, I fucking said so. That's why.
Always with love,
And, sometimes a dirty thought or two,
- Knuckles
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
A Game of Chess That No One Should Ever Win
Good afternoon Knuckleheads. It's a lovely day here in the middle of fucking Knuckleville. I sit here with a glass full of kerosene, smoking a tree trunk, and pondering at that has fallen behind me, and flops in front of me in this journey I call life.
It always brings me back to the same word that makes the world spin, wars happen when it's not present, and smile spread like crabs in a locker room.
Love.
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."But, Knuckles, you've covered this topic to death."; Well, if that were true, then those of you that read my blog should be in happy relationships that have no issues, and you should live loving and fruitful lives. Right? No? Well, then shut the fuck up, sit down, and enjoy this eyegasm I'm about to unleash upon you.
Because, after a little thought, and reflection, I realized that love is a lot like a game of chess. It's turn based. You move, they move, you move, they move. It's give and take. The only difference is, no one should be playing to win, and the person that moves two or three times in a row, doesn't win, but is actually the loser. Why? Because the other person doesn't care enough to take their turn. So, what happens is, you keep moving and moving, but the other person gets up, goes and plays checkers or Xbox with someone else, and you're sat at your board, wondering why you're locked into this game, with someone that doesn't really want to play with you to begin with.
You see, you should never retool your life for someone, unless their actions support the effort. Would that person make those same overwhelming efforts that you make, that mirror your effort? Move for Move? If not, reevaluate your approach, and ask yourself the hard questions. "Am I putting more into this chess match than I'm getting out?" "Does this person take their turns after I take mine? Or, if they see that they've waited so long between turns, that I've taken three, so they step up and take three themself?" "Is it really worth it to continue playing, if I'm just playing by myself?"
When you get to be my age, relationships are far more important than when you're younger. You pick and choose more wisely. It's not based upon just one or two factors, but a list of things. You are, in fact, choosing a life mate, and not just a one night stand. So, you want the person on the receiving end of your attention to put as much into it as you do. And, if you're being a chump personally, then you need to realize that a plant doesn't grow without nourishment and water, so when it dies from lack of attention, who is the one to blame? You are. You fucking dildo.
To walk around holding someone's hand to me is the symbol of love and happiness. When you want to feel connected to the person you're walking with, even though they are inches away, speaks volumes to me. You want to feel their touch, their warmth, their existence, in the palm of your hand. It's the same when you sleep next to a person you love. You feel them breathe. You wake them up when having a nightmare. You are there for them, and they are there for you. An adult relationship is about depth, involvement, and support. It's about supplying what the other person needs, desires, and requires to stay happy. But, it's a two way street, and you should expect that same effort in return. So, don't do one big thing, and think that's good for the year...no, it's about small, strategic moves that give the sense of comfort. It's about action, and effort, and words, and communication. (can't stress that last one enough) Don't run from things that are important to the survival of your love. No, stand tall, and face it with open arms. Because, the conciliation prize in the world of Love, is not as pretty.
Just remember; Friends, pets, jobs, bills, politics, and other skulduggery are not nearly as important as having someone there for you to cry on their shoulder, feel their breath on your neck while you sleep, plan your future with, and most of all, to hold your hand as you take your last breath on this Earth.
Above all, don't be a fuckhole. No one likes a fuckhole.
Honestly yours,
Knuckles
It always brings me back to the same word that makes the world spin, wars happen when it's not present, and smile spread like crabs in a locker room.
Love.
Yeah, yeah, yeah..."But, Knuckles, you've covered this topic to death."; Well, if that were true, then those of you that read my blog should be in happy relationships that have no issues, and you should live loving and fruitful lives. Right? No? Well, then shut the fuck up, sit down, and enjoy this eyegasm I'm about to unleash upon you.
Because, after a little thought, and reflection, I realized that love is a lot like a game of chess. It's turn based. You move, they move, you move, they move. It's give and take. The only difference is, no one should be playing to win, and the person that moves two or three times in a row, doesn't win, but is actually the loser. Why? Because the other person doesn't care enough to take their turn. So, what happens is, you keep moving and moving, but the other person gets up, goes and plays checkers or Xbox with someone else, and you're sat at your board, wondering why you're locked into this game, with someone that doesn't really want to play with you to begin with.
You see, you should never retool your life for someone, unless their actions support the effort. Would that person make those same overwhelming efforts that you make, that mirror your effort? Move for Move? If not, reevaluate your approach, and ask yourself the hard questions. "Am I putting more into this chess match than I'm getting out?" "Does this person take their turns after I take mine? Or, if they see that they've waited so long between turns, that I've taken three, so they step up and take three themself?" "Is it really worth it to continue playing, if I'm just playing by myself?"
When you get to be my age, relationships are far more important than when you're younger. You pick and choose more wisely. It's not based upon just one or two factors, but a list of things. You are, in fact, choosing a life mate, and not just a one night stand. So, you want the person on the receiving end of your attention to put as much into it as you do. And, if you're being a chump personally, then you need to realize that a plant doesn't grow without nourishment and water, so when it dies from lack of attention, who is the one to blame? You are. You fucking dildo.
To walk around holding someone's hand to me is the symbol of love and happiness. When you want to feel connected to the person you're walking with, even though they are inches away, speaks volumes to me. You want to feel their touch, their warmth, their existence, in the palm of your hand. It's the same when you sleep next to a person you love. You feel them breathe. You wake them up when having a nightmare. You are there for them, and they are there for you. An adult relationship is about depth, involvement, and support. It's about supplying what the other person needs, desires, and requires to stay happy. But, it's a two way street, and you should expect that same effort in return. So, don't do one big thing, and think that's good for the year...no, it's about small, strategic moves that give the sense of comfort. It's about action, and effort, and words, and communication. (can't stress that last one enough) Don't run from things that are important to the survival of your love. No, stand tall, and face it with open arms. Because, the conciliation prize in the world of Love, is not as pretty.
Just remember; Friends, pets, jobs, bills, politics, and other skulduggery are not nearly as important as having someone there for you to cry on their shoulder, feel their breath on your neck while you sleep, plan your future with, and most of all, to hold your hand as you take your last breath on this Earth.
Above all, don't be a fuckhole. No one likes a fuckhole.
Honestly yours,
Knuckles
Monday, March 25, 2013
You Break It, You Fix It!
This one will be short and sweet. I'm sick and fucking tired of this world going to hell over bullshit. I spend at least 200 to 300 texts per week, and 3 to 4 hours, trying to explain to people that bills, work, belongings, and "other" things of lesser importance, should not affect your heart, your mind, and your life. Yes, you have to think about them. Yes, you have to deal with them. But, ultimately, on your grave...a bill will not be holding your hand saying it loves/hates you. No, someone you love and care for will.
Look people, life is genuinely simple. We are born, our parents/parental figure/no one...loves you. You grow up, and you date a few people to have a trial and error period to know what you like and what you don't. You realize you're a complete nerd, so you realize you need to date another nerd. You date that nerd, but he becomes a CEO of a company in college and starts dating a model and dumps you. You date another nerd of lesser value, but he's pretty cool. He decides he's gay and dumps you. You become jaded, and now you're going to ruin every relationship that comes at you from here on. Bright fucking idea.
Let me break it down into the bare bones: We're animals. We are born. We are supposed to reproduce to sustain the species. We die.
Done.
We eat, we drink, we fill the time in between with bullshit. Bars, religion, tv shows, sports...we are filling time with shit that keeps our mind busy until we die. So, if you know this, and accept it, then why fuck up the space in between? The time where you can spend loving, caring, touching, and connecting? Because of a few problems that others are filling their time with? Someone wants your money. Someone wants your time. Someone wants your possessions. But, they cannot take your thoughts, your heart, or your spirit without your permission. Be strong. Be someone that lives in love. It's the only thing on this planet, that is truly dying, but no one cares to acknowledge.
Which, brings me to my next point. Remorse, Regret, Retaliation. So many of you motherfuckers hold on to shit that is just not worth it. "I don't talk to that person anymore." "Why?" "Back in high school, they stole my boyfriend." "You're 42." "She's a bitch." "You're an idiot."
People ask me sometimes if I have any ill feelings towards my exes. My simple answer is "No."
The slightly longer answer is: We live life in segments. Yes, they are all connected, but you still say "When I was in high school." "When I was living in Los Angeles." "When I was....", because you segment your life. No one time should define it. So, with that thought, if you decided to buy a lady an engagement ring, because you were head-over-heels in love with her...you spent the next 3 years in loving bliss. Talking about your future, discussing plans and options, and ultimately just being happy...only to grow apart, lose interest, and break up...well, guess what, you still loved her. You don't understand that what you had was a piece of a larger puzzle. The colors were vivid and bright. The birds were singing, the waterfalls had rainbows, and the sky was blue, but you decide that because the last few pieces of the puzzle were dark, you want to destroy the whole entire image? No. That's holding onto something that is going to ruin your next puzzle. You're going to fall victim to the cycle of negativity and ruin YOURSELF...not them.
You had great memories. Remember those. Look for those same qualities that made you happy in someone else. Did they treat you with respect? Love? Kindness? Did they support your silliest of whims? Were they willing to watch your stupid movie, even though they wanted to see something completely different? Or, were they just there for you, when no one else on the planet was, and you needed someone to turn to?
Look, I've had my fair share of failed relationships. But, that's how society defines them. I see them as "Training Relationships". The person I was with showed me exactly what I want in a woman. "A piece from this one, a smattering of that one, and a pinch of her....perfect."
No, there is no success, nor failure in love. You try. You give your best. You hope the other person loves you as much as you love them, and you do your best to feed it, water it, and give it the attention it deserves. But, even with that perfect equation, sometimes they fall apart. The humidity was wrong. The environment killed it. A weed got to its roots.
Nothing is perfect. But, you cannot let the world beat into your head that other things are more important than love, companionship, family, or partnership. No. A journey is meant to have a witness. You need to have someone there for you that will hold your hand when you're sad. Lend you a shoulder when times are rough, and jump up and down with you when you succeed. But, ultimately, you need to realize that all puzzles are pictures with many pieces. You will get wet standing next to a waterfall, but if you look up you will see a rainbow. Which, brings me to a beautiful piece of advice. This is a short story with a moral:
A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by, didn't see the bird, and took a shit on him..
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow shit, he began to realize how warm he was.
The shit was actually thawing him out!
He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow shit, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
I will never understand why people think that the bullshit of life is so important.
"So-And-So treated me wrong." "This stupid company keeps fucking me over." "This credit card debt is owning my life." Give me a kiss by a beautiful lady on a beach, a hug by her in the rain, or a meaningful utterance by her when I least expect it... This is my idea of happiness. This is my idea of success. Those other things aren't important enough in my life to negate what is truly important. This is what life is about. I believe that all of life is meant to revolve around love, but people forgot that. People used to go to school, to educate themselves to be able to buy nicer things, to attract an intelligent counterpart, to create a family, and live happily ever after. Then, it became about the "Things" along the way. Then, the school became expensive and the cost of it became the "Thing", and now people drown so far down that they forget that the simple things can be found without having to go the extra mile. Sometimes, they're right in front of you. So, if you have someone, rethink their flaws, and make them "quirks". Stop thinking about what they don't give you, and count the things they do. Be happy someone is in the trenches with you. Stop worrying about the bullshit of life, because they've been by your side, more than likely, even when you didn't know they were. We are ALL fighting a fight of some sort, and it's not about how many punches you throw, it's about how many hits you can take, and still smile after each round.
After all that, just know, each era of life is worth it. It's a lesson. It's an adventure. It's a piece to your puzzle. It's up to you to decide whether it's a corner piece, sun piece, mud piece, or a piece with a heart. Live hard. Love strong. Stop being afraid, and start hugging more.
If we completely come off the tracks, it's so much harder to put the train back on.
Thoughtfully yours,
Knuckles
Look people, life is genuinely simple. We are born, our parents/parental figure/no one...loves you. You grow up, and you date a few people to have a trial and error period to know what you like and what you don't. You realize you're a complete nerd, so you realize you need to date another nerd. You date that nerd, but he becomes a CEO of a company in college and starts dating a model and dumps you. You date another nerd of lesser value, but he's pretty cool. He decides he's gay and dumps you. You become jaded, and now you're going to ruin every relationship that comes at you from here on. Bright fucking idea.
Let me break it down into the bare bones: We're animals. We are born. We are supposed to reproduce to sustain the species. We die.
Done.
We eat, we drink, we fill the time in between with bullshit. Bars, religion, tv shows, sports...we are filling time with shit that keeps our mind busy until we die. So, if you know this, and accept it, then why fuck up the space in between? The time where you can spend loving, caring, touching, and connecting? Because of a few problems that others are filling their time with? Someone wants your money. Someone wants your time. Someone wants your possessions. But, they cannot take your thoughts, your heart, or your spirit without your permission. Be strong. Be someone that lives in love. It's the only thing on this planet, that is truly dying, but no one cares to acknowledge.
Which, brings me to my next point. Remorse, Regret, Retaliation. So many of you motherfuckers hold on to shit that is just not worth it. "I don't talk to that person anymore." "Why?" "Back in high school, they stole my boyfriend." "You're 42." "She's a bitch." "You're an idiot."
People ask me sometimes if I have any ill feelings towards my exes. My simple answer is "No."
The slightly longer answer is: We live life in segments. Yes, they are all connected, but you still say "When I was in high school." "When I was living in Los Angeles." "When I was....", because you segment your life. No one time should define it. So, with that thought, if you decided to buy a lady an engagement ring, because you were head-over-heels in love with her...you spent the next 3 years in loving bliss. Talking about your future, discussing plans and options, and ultimately just being happy...only to grow apart, lose interest, and break up...well, guess what, you still loved her. You don't understand that what you had was a piece of a larger puzzle. The colors were vivid and bright. The birds were singing, the waterfalls had rainbows, and the sky was blue, but you decide that because the last few pieces of the puzzle were dark, you want to destroy the whole entire image? No. That's holding onto something that is going to ruin your next puzzle. You're going to fall victim to the cycle of negativity and ruin YOURSELF...not them.
You had great memories. Remember those. Look for those same qualities that made you happy in someone else. Did they treat you with respect? Love? Kindness? Did they support your silliest of whims? Were they willing to watch your stupid movie, even though they wanted to see something completely different? Or, were they just there for you, when no one else on the planet was, and you needed someone to turn to?
Look, I've had my fair share of failed relationships. But, that's how society defines them. I see them as "Training Relationships". The person I was with showed me exactly what I want in a woman. "A piece from this one, a smattering of that one, and a pinch of her....perfect."
No, there is no success, nor failure in love. You try. You give your best. You hope the other person loves you as much as you love them, and you do your best to feed it, water it, and give it the attention it deserves. But, even with that perfect equation, sometimes they fall apart. The humidity was wrong. The environment killed it. A weed got to its roots.
Nothing is perfect. But, you cannot let the world beat into your head that other things are more important than love, companionship, family, or partnership. No. A journey is meant to have a witness. You need to have someone there for you that will hold your hand when you're sad. Lend you a shoulder when times are rough, and jump up and down with you when you succeed. But, ultimately, you need to realize that all puzzles are pictures with many pieces. You will get wet standing next to a waterfall, but if you look up you will see a rainbow. Which, brings me to a beautiful piece of advice. This is a short story with a moral:
A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by, didn't see the bird, and took a shit on him..
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow shit, he began to realize how warm he was.
The shit was actually thawing him out!
He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.
A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow shit, and promptly dug him out and ate him.
Morals of the story:
Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
I will never understand why people think that the bullshit of life is so important.
"So-And-So treated me wrong." "This stupid company keeps fucking me over." "This credit card debt is owning my life." Give me a kiss by a beautiful lady on a beach, a hug by her in the rain, or a meaningful utterance by her when I least expect it... This is my idea of happiness. This is my idea of success. Those other things aren't important enough in my life to negate what is truly important. This is what life is about. I believe that all of life is meant to revolve around love, but people forgot that. People used to go to school, to educate themselves to be able to buy nicer things, to attract an intelligent counterpart, to create a family, and live happily ever after. Then, it became about the "Things" along the way. Then, the school became expensive and the cost of it became the "Thing", and now people drown so far down that they forget that the simple things can be found without having to go the extra mile. Sometimes, they're right in front of you. So, if you have someone, rethink their flaws, and make them "quirks". Stop thinking about what they don't give you, and count the things they do. Be happy someone is in the trenches with you. Stop worrying about the bullshit of life, because they've been by your side, more than likely, even when you didn't know they were. We are ALL fighting a fight of some sort, and it's not about how many punches you throw, it's about how many hits you can take, and still smile after each round.
After all that, just know, each era of life is worth it. It's a lesson. It's an adventure. It's a piece to your puzzle. It's up to you to decide whether it's a corner piece, sun piece, mud piece, or a piece with a heart. Live hard. Love strong. Stop being afraid, and start hugging more.
If we completely come off the tracks, it's so much harder to put the train back on.
Thoughtfully yours,
Knuckles
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
But, seriously, mother-FUCK the Grim Reaper.
I'll grimly rape his punk ass.
Hello Knuckleheads, and salutations to all the new people finding your way to my bloggity blog.
Today, I want to grind a gear known as "procrastination". It has many forms. But, the ones that bother me the most are the ones that effect your life to a degree that it changes your life path, your emotional well, or your physical presence on the planet.
Here's a severe instance that I'm sure you all have seen me write about before. My bestfriend Josh. (Richards) You see, in college, him and I were inseparable. We would plan times to hang out, and date girls that were friends, just so that we didn't have to split up our time.We were gentleman, as well as beasts. I was a kickboxing monster, and he was a basketball guru. Together we were like a bug zapper on a summer day...people were drawn to us, only to be blinded by the light, and fried upon getting too close. Then, (and I don't even remember what it was), we had an argument. Just before school was out for the summer. He went home for the summer, and I stayed for summer school. Then, I get a call one day asking if I'd read the newspaper. I hadn't, but the girl that called rushed right over...
I had started to dial his number numerous times. Ego...pride maybe?...got in the way. I wanted him to know I still thought about him, but...well...
The newspaper had no feelings. It had no tact. It was just there, bluntly, in black and white. Josh had been hit by a drunk driver and killed on impact. I would never be able to tell him I was sorry. Ever.
Too often we take shit for granted. That it's going to be there tomorrow for us to fix, embrace, or conquer.We think, "I like this girl, but I'll just wait a bit longer to see if she likes me, or get my life more in order, or...what-the-fuck-ever...", when life doesn't wait for anyone. Time doesn't stop ticking, because you can't make up your mind, or are afraid to take a chance. As the saying goes; "You can't win the lottery, without buying a ticket." Tell her you think she's amazing. If she likes you, she'll find a way to make it work. There is no such thing as perfect timing. There are fortunate events, but perfection is a myth. Love is a valuable commodity. It makes life easier, and if you have the opportunity to have it in your life, then you should seize it with all your might, and then worry about the little things that fall around it. Bills come and go. The pressure from your job will always be there. The family will always be a pain in your ass. But, love isn't something you should take a risk on missing out on.
Same goes with your health. "I'm going to start working out tomorrow." Yeah...that becomes next week, month, year...and before you know it, you're 50 years old getting a quadruple bypass, and the doctor says you could have prevented it by eating right and exercising years before. A solid sign that procrastination can actually kill you. Which, can also lead to depression, anxiety, and bitterness.
Which is the last little bitch of mine. CHEER THE FUCK UP PEOPLE!!! Motherfucker......people find more and more shit to find negative in this world anymore, and less and less positive shit. Everyone I know says shit like "I hope tomorrow is better than today.". Well, you're still awake enough to fucking spill that negative bile onto my lap, which means you have the time to find something fun, positive, and life affirming to do while you're awake to change the direction of your energy. It goes right back to love...don't ever take shit for granted...and stop being in the "pursuit" of things. Stop chasing happiness. Stop chasing love. Stop chasing a healthy lifestyle. Start LIVING these things. Embrace them. Own them. Then, once it's a part of your life, teach others to do the same. Hug more. Bitch less. You'll be surprised how fast life slips away from you. Before you know it, you've got a gray hair on your bean bag, and your ankles pop when you stand up to go piss.
Life is short people. We're a flash in the pan on this big blue marble.If the planet is billions of years old, you're a flea fart in a hurricane to the world. So, if you're that fleeting, then make the most of it. Kiss the people you love. Hug someone that looks down. Fuck someone like you're going to die in an hour, and it's the last time you're ever going to get laid. Give more. Take less.
But, most of all...
Keep knuckling on.
- Johnny
Hello Knuckleheads, and salutations to all the new people finding your way to my bloggity blog.
Today, I want to grind a gear known as "procrastination". It has many forms. But, the ones that bother me the most are the ones that effect your life to a degree that it changes your life path, your emotional well, or your physical presence on the planet.
Here's a severe instance that I'm sure you all have seen me write about before. My bestfriend Josh. (Richards) You see, in college, him and I were inseparable. We would plan times to hang out, and date girls that were friends, just so that we didn't have to split up our time.We were gentleman, as well as beasts. I was a kickboxing monster, and he was a basketball guru. Together we were like a bug zapper on a summer day...people were drawn to us, only to be blinded by the light, and fried upon getting too close. Then, (and I don't even remember what it was), we had an argument. Just before school was out for the summer. He went home for the summer, and I stayed for summer school. Then, I get a call one day asking if I'd read the newspaper. I hadn't, but the girl that called rushed right over...
I had started to dial his number numerous times. Ego...pride maybe?...got in the way. I wanted him to know I still thought about him, but...well...
The newspaper had no feelings. It had no tact. It was just there, bluntly, in black and white. Josh had been hit by a drunk driver and killed on impact. I would never be able to tell him I was sorry. Ever.
Too often we take shit for granted. That it's going to be there tomorrow for us to fix, embrace, or conquer.We think, "I like this girl, but I'll just wait a bit longer to see if she likes me, or get my life more in order, or...what-the-fuck-ever...", when life doesn't wait for anyone. Time doesn't stop ticking, because you can't make up your mind, or are afraid to take a chance. As the saying goes; "You can't win the lottery, without buying a ticket." Tell her you think she's amazing. If she likes you, she'll find a way to make it work. There is no such thing as perfect timing. There are fortunate events, but perfection is a myth. Love is a valuable commodity. It makes life easier, and if you have the opportunity to have it in your life, then you should seize it with all your might, and then worry about the little things that fall around it. Bills come and go. The pressure from your job will always be there. The family will always be a pain in your ass. But, love isn't something you should take a risk on missing out on.
Same goes with your health. "I'm going to start working out tomorrow." Yeah...that becomes next week, month, year...and before you know it, you're 50 years old getting a quadruple bypass, and the doctor says you could have prevented it by eating right and exercising years before. A solid sign that procrastination can actually kill you. Which, can also lead to depression, anxiety, and bitterness.
Which is the last little bitch of mine. CHEER THE FUCK UP PEOPLE!!! Motherfucker......people find more and more shit to find negative in this world anymore, and less and less positive shit. Everyone I know says shit like "I hope tomorrow is better than today.". Well, you're still awake enough to fucking spill that negative bile onto my lap, which means you have the time to find something fun, positive, and life affirming to do while you're awake to change the direction of your energy. It goes right back to love...don't ever take shit for granted...and stop being in the "pursuit" of things. Stop chasing happiness. Stop chasing love. Stop chasing a healthy lifestyle. Start LIVING these things. Embrace them. Own them. Then, once it's a part of your life, teach others to do the same. Hug more. Bitch less. You'll be surprised how fast life slips away from you. Before you know it, you've got a gray hair on your bean bag, and your ankles pop when you stand up to go piss.
Life is short people. We're a flash in the pan on this big blue marble.If the planet is billions of years old, you're a flea fart in a hurricane to the world. So, if you're that fleeting, then make the most of it. Kiss the people you love. Hug someone that looks down. Fuck someone like you're going to die in an hour, and it's the last time you're ever going to get laid. Give more. Take less.
But, most of all...
Keep knuckling on.
- Johnny
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Passion Froot Loops
How goes it Knuckleheads? Today's nugget of wisdom comes to you by the letter P. For once, it's not Punk, Pussy, or Pumpernickel. No, today it's all about Passion.
"Passion for what?" you ask?
Passion for EVERYTHING!! You see, I have been walking through this world for quite some time now. I see the actions, ideas, and functions of people, and it intrigues me. My biggest issue with the direction of how humanity is going is passion.
I believe people have lost their passion for most things. As a society, as a race (human, for you fucking idiots that thing ethnicity is a race), and as a culture...we have lost passion for all things beautiful. For example; I love to cook. I love to cook to the point that I will be working, and see a spice, and plan a meal around it, just to taste a hint of the spice I see. I know someone I care about is sick, it makes me crave cooking a chicken noodle soup that only I can create, just for them. That, my friends, is passion.
Long gone are the days where you hear of a band, group, or musical artist living out of a van just to make it from venue to venue to play his or her music for a small group of people that appreciate the words they convey, or the chords that they pluck. Long gone are the days where an painter doesn't try to make a million dollars off of one painting. (sidenote: Long gone are the days of the painter, sculptor, or what have you, because things are so mass produced, there is no market for them)
People "Like" things now. "Love" things. "Oh, I'm an actor, and I love it.". But, would you be willing to do it if you lived out of your car, and had to travel the world for peanuts? People love the prestige. The idea. People romanticize about the fame, glory, and name that comes with being an athlete, or an actor. But, no one eats, breathes, and bleeds what they love any longer.
Passion. A name synonymous with sex. A name that literally means: intense emotion: intense or overpowering emotion such as love, joy, hatred, or anger.
Yet, we cannot encompass it any longer. I have never dated a woman, that the word Passion did not enter my head. I have never chased a dream, that I didn't have a passion for. I will die in the street, before I find something I just "like" to do, and pretend it's a passion. In the bedroom, in the street, in our lives, we need more passion. If it's a particular care. Be passionate about it. Don't just like it. Learn why it's awesome. Learn the horsepower. Learn the manufacturer specs. Learn as much as you can, and then learn more. If you're passionate about an artist, find out as much as you can. If you're in love, figure out new ways to impress your loved one to the point they have no idea why you love them so much. Be passionate. Be more than "like".
I'm tired of a society of Like. I'm sick of a society of talentless, generic, simple process people. I'm over the idea of mass production of artistic talent. (i.e. posters of Van Gough, Michaelangelo, or so on...) I love strong. I create strong. I live strong. (not like those pussy ass yellow arm bands, but as a literal fact) I will never make love to a woman I do not feel passionate about. I will never accept a movie role that I do not feel passionate about the script. I will never listen to music that doesn't touch my soul on some kind of passionate level.
Even something as simple as you guys, makes my heart flutter, blood boil, and mind expand. That isn't generic. That is a passion of writing, with a bi-product of readers.
Few things in life remind us of life. But, creating, loving, and embodying, are a few things that make you appreciate being human. Appreciate the value of things we can accomplish in our lifetime. To witness things you aren't capable of, makes me see passion in other people. Whether it's artistic or not.
The world needs less money, and more passion. Less hate, and more love. Less propaganda and more truth. But, we as humans need to get back to what we know best...passion.
Fuck harder. Love stronger. Writer deeper. Draw cleaner. Act happier.
Be passionate.
- With sincerity,
Knuckles
"Passion for what?" you ask?
Passion for EVERYTHING!! You see, I have been walking through this world for quite some time now. I see the actions, ideas, and functions of people, and it intrigues me. My biggest issue with the direction of how humanity is going is passion.
I believe people have lost their passion for most things. As a society, as a race (human, for you fucking idiots that thing ethnicity is a race), and as a culture...we have lost passion for all things beautiful. For example; I love to cook. I love to cook to the point that I will be working, and see a spice, and plan a meal around it, just to taste a hint of the spice I see. I know someone I care about is sick, it makes me crave cooking a chicken noodle soup that only I can create, just for them. That, my friends, is passion.
Long gone are the days where you hear of a band, group, or musical artist living out of a van just to make it from venue to venue to play his or her music for a small group of people that appreciate the words they convey, or the chords that they pluck. Long gone are the days where an painter doesn't try to make a million dollars off of one painting. (sidenote: Long gone are the days of the painter, sculptor, or what have you, because things are so mass produced, there is no market for them)
People "Like" things now. "Love" things. "Oh, I'm an actor, and I love it.". But, would you be willing to do it if you lived out of your car, and had to travel the world for peanuts? People love the prestige. The idea. People romanticize about the fame, glory, and name that comes with being an athlete, or an actor. But, no one eats, breathes, and bleeds what they love any longer.
Passion. A name synonymous with sex. A name that literally means: intense emotion: intense or overpowering emotion such as love, joy, hatred, or anger.
Yet, we cannot encompass it any longer. I have never dated a woman, that the word Passion did not enter my head. I have never chased a dream, that I didn't have a passion for. I will die in the street, before I find something I just "like" to do, and pretend it's a passion. In the bedroom, in the street, in our lives, we need more passion. If it's a particular care. Be passionate about it. Don't just like it. Learn why it's awesome. Learn the horsepower. Learn the manufacturer specs. Learn as much as you can, and then learn more. If you're passionate about an artist, find out as much as you can. If you're in love, figure out new ways to impress your loved one to the point they have no idea why you love them so much. Be passionate. Be more than "like".
I'm tired of a society of Like. I'm sick of a society of talentless, generic, simple process people. I'm over the idea of mass production of artistic talent. (i.e. posters of Van Gough, Michaelangelo, or so on...) I love strong. I create strong. I live strong. (not like those pussy ass yellow arm bands, but as a literal fact) I will never make love to a woman I do not feel passionate about. I will never accept a movie role that I do not feel passionate about the script. I will never listen to music that doesn't touch my soul on some kind of passionate level.
Even something as simple as you guys, makes my heart flutter, blood boil, and mind expand. That isn't generic. That is a passion of writing, with a bi-product of readers.
Few things in life remind us of life. But, creating, loving, and embodying, are a few things that make you appreciate being human. Appreciate the value of things we can accomplish in our lifetime. To witness things you aren't capable of, makes me see passion in other people. Whether it's artistic or not.
The world needs less money, and more passion. Less hate, and more love. Less propaganda and more truth. But, we as humans need to get back to what we know best...passion.
Fuck harder. Love stronger. Writer deeper. Draw cleaner. Act happier.
Be passionate.
- With sincerity,
Knuckles
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