Dear Diary…Suck my Balls!

So much to discuss… but the process has to begin somewhere. It’s been an interesting run to this point, but now is not the time for backstory. Today is about a simple alignment with mother nature.

There are many times in this world when things seemed fucked up and out of control. Well, maybe most times, but the game is always perspective…

This morning was something sweet. A little warm wind, some hanging mist, and a small boat floating in the water… the 26-foot sailboat is currently my home, but I think I just said no time for backstory.

So many moments in life leave us overwhelmed, stressed, and worried about the future. We get so fucking absorbed in the nonsense of society’s game that we end up missing the most important things dangling 5 inches from our faces – the point of my inaugural post…

Getting lost in the brain serves no purpose. Fuck the past, fuck the future. Fuck the fictitious grief and the long lost good times. You know what counts? Right fucking now.

It’s 7 am. I’m sitting on a dock with the sun just breaking the horizon. My feet are dangling lazily, just barely reaching the water. The duckies are swimming close. A weird mass of happy gnats are swirling each other as if they want to prove to me they inspired the model of science’s made up atom. Ripples reflect back at me in hypnotic waves that leave me transfixed and speechless.

And then I realize to myself that a mindless monkey-mind thought hasn’t infected me for an eternity. Truthfully, it was probably a minute or two, but welcome to my point…

This game is about the experience of the moment. Any picture I share, any words I use are fucking useless. Unless you were here with me right now, this entire ramble is a shell. The magnitude of the experience is lost if you can’t hear the birds, smell the water, or touch the shitty sanded deck. And, more importantly, the physical sensations don’t matter one fucking iota.

The magic happens in experience. When you define it, you categorize it, when you snap lackluster camera pictures, you’ve missed it. I’m sitting here in all my glory, lost in bliss.

And now I’ve just sullied it by writing this…

Haha, welcome to Bonerfruit…