BY Cheggs

07/01 Direct Link
There is a lesson that I am learning. A lesson I hope to be able to teach you. Patience. Itís a busy, bustling little world out there. Deadlines push us to scramble under pressure and time itself rushes us in almost everything we do. Thereís never enough and it always goes too slow. Practice patience in everything you do. More importantly practice patience with everyone you know. If someone pushes your buttons and gets you worked up simply wait. Wait until it passes, until they give up and move on. But, never hesitate when action is required. Or donít. Whatever.
07/02 Direct Link
I read two books today. Well, sort of. I started them earlier, but I didnít get far. Then I rushed through both of them. I consumed them. Jurassic Park and The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things. Both recommended by close friends. Iím enjoying my hunger to read. Books are wonderful things. Thatís why I write. Ideas consume most of my thoughts. I feel the need to think about things from a literary perspective. Describing everything as best I can and trying to notice little things so I can better use my abilities later when writing. Iím getting much better.
07/03 Direct Link
You are given only one life to live. The fact that it is the only one makes it so important. The fact that you canít go back and change things makes living to the fullest so important. Every chance missed is a tragedy. Every opportunity must be taken without hesitation. Must. Still, itís not possible to live by that. Our inability to predict the future and our fears of what will be or what could be stop us before we take chances. Fear that canít be subverted. The only choice is to abandon regret. Thereís no reason to worry. Yes.
07/04 Direct Link
Like the dream itself, she is a mystery. Impossible to define or explain, but open to interpretation. Ever fleeting back into the ether yet always in sight. Always just out of reach. Ambivalent to whether or not you catch her. She doesnít think about all of your cares or worries. Your fears and your deepest desire are just like the setting in which the dream takes place: blurred and disposable. The only thing she cares for in the slightest is finding a way to make it work when everything else is working against her. You wish only that she knew.
07/05 Direct Link
You slip out. Youíre back in the real world and everything is as usual. Alarms go off. You drag yourself out of bed in the familiar darkness of your bedroom. A red glow form your clock provides the only light. The dream girl sinks into your mind slowly fading into the background. Sheís not important anymore. No longer holds your attention. Other things take priority. Coffee, breakfast, routine. She stands alone under a spotlight in the depths of your consciousness. At times, the spotlight moves form task to task returning to her when there is nothing better to think about.
07/06 Direct Link
I have so much unfinished business. Itís piling up and making a mess everywhere. Loose ends to tie up. Conversations to be finished. Stories that must be told. Passive sentences to change into active sentences. Everything is a blur and nothing is changing. Like a picture of a waterfall after a long exposure. Itís blurred to a point where you canít even tell if itís real, but itís still water. Thatís all. Is it sad that this is the only time I have to share my thoughts? I need to write thirteen words to finish this entry. Now only three.
07/07 Direct Link
I kind of hope this site crashes. Or at least they forget to pay the bill and itís taken off the web. Thereís a small amount of vulnerability in bunching my thoughts together here. Not that I care about being found out. I think itís somewhat like living dangerously. The babblings from my head on display like this. Anyone can find out. Iím not worried. I just think itíd be nice to not have to come back and read what Iíve written. I donít want to know what I was thinking. All of my thoughts past are worthless to me.
07/08 Direct Link
Who am I to tell anybody anything? To try to teach anybody something, who the fuck do I think I am? Iíve lived for only a short time and sure Iím mature to a point and Iíve shared plenty of major experiences, but what do I know from all of that? Where do I think Iíve been and what have I seen that makes me think I can impart my great knowledge on any person? I wonít claim to be smarter than anybody. I just want to share something that might enlighten some people. I wonder what itíll be. Peace.
07/09 Direct Link
Iím apprehensive about including some of my life in my writing. Apparently, all art is a reflection of the creatorís life in some way. Thereís no escaping it. You always put yourself into it. Your experiences, your conversations, your friends, and your mind. Thatís all you can do. I think, though it is fictitious, itís still so truthful and real. I worry when some people I know see it theyíll know itís them and they might not like what they see. It doesnít matter. They have no choice and I have no foresight. Whatever will be, will be. Fuck it.
07/10 Direct Link
Tuesdays and Thursdays I spend among liars. Wolves in sheepís clothing as it were. Theyíre friendly and deceitful. We clink our glasses together to ward off the devil and share stories of times gone by. Still, every moment spent with them is another lie. A misgiving about the hands life has dealt them. And I share in the lie. I smile and give them the truth they want and then I turn my back and show another mask. Iíve always enjoyed the personal aspect of it, but Iím sure itís getting to me. Poker nights can be a little torturous.
07/11 Direct Link
There are many words on life and living. Letís go with death for a change. Death is inevitable for all beings given the gift of life. Nothing lives to see the end of time. Death is also universal. Not only do the bugs, the plants, and the people die, but the stars die as well. The planets and their moons, the galaxies and the black holes all die. There is no escaping it. Time destroys all things inevitably. This is why I do not fear death. I do fear not living while I have the chance. Live until you die.
07/12 Direct Link
She still smiles at me. Gives me cigarettes and kind words. Continues to encourage my work and teach me things I should know. Talks all night and gives me rides home. Says sheíll save my life first if it ever comes down to it. She still smiles at me. Sheís different in my dreams. She carries herself with more confidence. She kicks out her legs and sways in the wind. She doesnít have that cloud of misfortune and despair following her around everywhere she goes. That smile could fool the most perceptive judge. Itís better not to see the pain.
07/13 Direct Link
When he first sees her in combat, he conjures images of rogue teenage samurai defending villages from bandits in feudal Japan. Sheís a born warrior. She knows the ins and outs of self-defense, hand-to-hand battle strategy, and improvisation. Sheís the fucking batman without the gadgets or the cape. She slams into her victims with the full force of her body. Heís respected her from the moment they met, but he knows now that heís always underestimated her. Thinking, if he had to, he could drop this woman and never see her again. Now, he knows better. Now, he canít escape.
07/14 Direct Link
verything you know is wrong. Thatís a good way to look at the world. You might feel like youíve been around the block a few times, seen some shit in your day. You might find comfort in the idea that you know certain things and that they will never change. You would be pleased if the natural order you find yourself trapped within remained constant and immutable, but youíd be fooling yourself if you thought that was possible. All things, even chaos itself, constantly change. They are in motion as long as they exist. Absolute knowledge is a false concept.
07/15 Direct Link
I like to talk straight here. Say whatís on my mind, tell it like it is, but sometimes I like to let the author in me speak out instead of the writer. I think there is a difference between the two. The writer writes simply to get the message out no matter what it is. The author likes to spread a message as well, but also to tell a story. Iíve never been too good at telling stories. Itís always something that happened and it ends without a real conclusion. I guess the real story doesnít end until youíre dead.
07/16 Direct Link
No sleep tonight. Iím just not tired. Funny thing is I watched a show about an insomniac and Iím starting to think I have this sympathy insomnia. Like Iím feeling the same way for some unknown reason. Sympathy pain is a strange thing. I donít understand it at all. My mother had an infection that made her shoulders and arms really sore. Then I started feeling it and it went away when hers did. Thatís what she called it: sympathy pain. I just figured it was something going around. But I didnít need medication to make it go away. Weird.
07/17 Direct Link
Stacked dead actors. Stacked to the rafters. Line up all the bastards. All I want is the truth. Midnight screening. Ledger is as close to the joker as weíll ever see on film. I was seriously laughing for a good portion of the time he was on screen. I couldnít get that magic trick out of my mind. And I couldnít stop smiling when I thought about it. Iím more of a Batman, though. Somebodyís got to fight the evil when everyone else is watching the show. I just wish I could live without worrying about all the rules. HahhahAhhahAHhHAhhahHahhahahHAhAHAH
07/18 Direct Link
I take comfort in knowing that there are real people out there that are passionate enough to fight for what they know is right. I like seeing a glorified image of what theyíre doing in my head. Itís not exactly real, but itíll do to help me find the courage to follow their example. I listen to their side of the story after hearing so much from the other side. I form my own opinion and try to reinforce it by living the way I think it should be done. I think thatís all I can do for now. SoonÖ
07/19 Direct Link
Soon, if I try hard enough, Iíll be able to emulate them. To become a person worth looking up to. I could be a hero in someone elseís eyes. I could tell it like I see it and try to make things better for everyone. I know itís within my reach. I just have to try hard enough. Youíve got that too, you know. You just have to strive to make things better. Youíve got to work for it. They say to leave it better than it was when you got here. I intend on doing that. What about you?
07/20 Direct Link
Iím going to let that author out soon. In November, I think. Iím going to join millions of other authors out there in writing my novel. Well, at least laying the foundations for it. The purpose is getting that shitty first draft on paper in a month and then fine tuning it for a while after. We push ourselves into dark holes and squeeze out 50,000 words in hopes that it might become something of value. I know this time Iíll make something Iím actually proud of. Itís a rare thing indeed when a writer likes his own work. NaNoWriMo.
07/21 Direct Link
I find myself in a constant state of fascination when I look about the world and see so many things happening all of the time. Things as large as people trying to solve the energy crisis or recreating atoms from the big bang. Things as small as someone smiling at a stranger or a bird carrying food back to its nest. I donít know, maybe Iím a dreamer and these things catch my attention when I should be focusing on more pertinent issues. Still, thatís how it is. Constantly in awe of this wonderful giant blue ball. Still so bored.
07/22 Direct Link
Today I found myself wondering why I care about the things that I do. It seems a total failure of logic. I canít really explain it. Maybe it was a momentary collapse of compassion. I wondered why I cared about peace on earth and why I feel bad when I hear about people dying. I couldnít find a good reason. Save for the whole depressing thought of death, I canít tell myself why I give a damn about anyone else. Even worse is that I didnít feel selfish when I thought that. I guess Iím a pretty horrible bastard. Whatever.
07/23 Direct Link
So far weíve had a hero, a love interest, and a few mentors. No villain? I donít like to talk about him much. It seems a lot of my conversations in the real world revolve around him. So, I donít mention him often elsewhere. In fact, I recall vowing never to mention him here. I think now is a good enough time to break that vow. Mainly because Iím sort of drained right now. Seeing as how most of this entry is filled already, I guess Iíll start at the next one. A short description of my enemy next. SteveÖ
07/24 Direct Link
My brother. The cause behind most of my scars. The bane of my existence. My partner in crime and the torment of my every waking moment. Iíve lived with him almost everyday of my life. Heís naturally spiteful of everything about me. Iíve tried looking into the reasons behind his anger. I came to the conclusion that his missing father being replaced by mine has made him jealous or just pissed off at me. Something was missing in his heart and he filled it with rage aimed at me. Every word an insult. Every action a threat. Still love him.
07/25 Direct Link
More on him much later. I see now why I made that vow. Never have I felt such righteous anger than toward him. In fact, I never really get righteously angry. I know Iím laid back. Probably too far. Some things lose their gravity when Iím so far back here. People take things too seriously and I envision myself as a beacon of hope. Hope that thereís nothing too worry about. A signal that says ďChill, dude, everything will be just fine.Ē I feel like a hippy. But the message is right on. Donít sweat the small shit. Calm down.
07/26 Direct Link
Working toward a financially stable and healthy future is essentially pointless when there is a constant threat of there being no future. Thatís one way to look at it. I find myself dwelling on this for short periods of time (mainly when justifying my failure to look for a job.) and then quickly finding better things to think about. Loads of people think the world will end. Whether it is with fire or ice doesnít matter. Weíre all so special to die with the world. It wonít happen in our lifetimes. It will all definitely end just not with us.
07/27 Direct Link
Two ways of viewing the Earth: up close and far, far away. From afar we can see the total beauty of our glorious blue marble, but weíll never see the details. My friend, the devilís in the details. Up close, where we can see with our own eyes, and not through the lens of a satellite, we can only see so much. Still there is so much to see. I live in a bubble. A small shielded bubble. Still, everything here is unique in its own way. My fear is that Iíll never see everything I wish to see. Gestalt.
07/28 Direct Link
Itís terrifying when itís new. That feeling of something unknown. When the knot in your stomach gets so heavy and sinks. It drags you down with it. You fall to your knees with one hand on the ground and one clenching your stomach. You force your eyes shut and hold your breath. Your hair blocks the view of anything but the tiles on the floor when you open them. It comes without warning. Thereís no time to do anything but react. Itís a feeling youíll never forget and when it comes again you know the routine. Try to survive it.
07/29 Direct Link
Shark week. Iíve never been to the ocean and I donít plan to visit either. Top five deadliest places people flock to for leisure the oceans top the list. Iím not a wuss or anything; I just know chances of being eaten by a shark go up significantly the closer I get to where they live. So, why risk it? You could drown too or get stung by a jellyfish. Why not just go to a pool if you want to swim? Thereís no sense in throwing your life to chance. Fuck sharks. Fuck the ocean. Iíll die on land.
07/30 Direct Link
I hope you never have to force small talk just because you feel itís necessary when youíre sitting alone with somebody. Of course, the alternative, uncomfortable silence isnít any good either. Still, everybody has a story to tell or good conversation to offer. ďHey, whatís up with this weather, huh? Crazy.Ē Thereís no need for that. I think that is the lowest form of communication. Wasted words. If Iím given a choice Iíll go with silence, but thatís just me. Some people canít stand the silence. They have to talk even when they have nothing to say. Say something real.
07/31 Direct Link
Jesus, has it really been three months already? Donít answer that. I donít know what to think of all the things Iíve written here. How much of it is true or how much of it is just filler. I canít say that Iím sure Iíll return to this, but if I do then Iíll definitely try to write something worth reading. And, if you skipped to the last entry to see if I wrote some profound finale to the whole month then go back and read the rest. Thatís cheating, but donít worry I do it too. Until next time.