In one exchange I talked about peace vs fighting. Not war, but fighting. Striving against. Quan hates the idea of not striving. He says he doesn't but it is evident in the way he lives his life, that he does. He's stubborn and he hates the idea of surrender. Surrender is the most difficult fighting art there is.
I told him if peace were personified, it would fight nothing. It would simply wait; peace can exist in a vacuum and silence. War cannot. War is a fire and fire needs fuel. Peace simply is.
We went at this for hours. I threw out ideas. Doing what you want whenever you want isn't freedom. Freedom is in the person, not the things they can or can't do. I could be paralyzed and be more free than you. I could be broke and more free than you. Chains don't make me a slave. Digging up the ground and tilling soil doesn't make me a slave.
You know what does? Waking up everyday wanting more out of my life but not making it happen. Having an excuse for every time I didn't try. Working at a job I hate trying to make money to gain clout with people I don't like doing things I don't really have a passion for. That's slavery.
In another exchange, I had it out with Tai. He was mad about some days ago when I was like "Why are you texting me at 7am..." Apparently, he's a night owl and I should know this. I shouldn't be mean to him. I don't know what he's going through...
Whatever. I don't care. If you're going through things and you don't tell me, don't be mad at me for not knowing and don't swear at me when you're mad at me for being rude (how does being rude in response make sense?) and don't go "Well, I'm grown I do what I want...." when I explain to you that your approach to me, which is nothing like how you want me to treat you, is a bit on the hypocritical side.
Again, whatever. In the end, I understand this -- he is a fan. Not a friend, but a fan. He (or anyone) could become more, but for now: a fan.
In another exchange, I just dialogued about past loves. Sometimes you just go about your life.
As an aside, my phone sends random pictures out of the album. I tried to send Gary a bank receipt and instead he got a picture of me in my undies. It was TOOO funny. I laughed and posted it on twitter and sent the picture to a few others (wave me down if you want one and I'll think about it). It was very very very funny to say the least and I took that moment to laugh at myself because, being real, we need those moments more than any other one in life.
We're just not that serious, folks.
In another exchange, Anthony wrote me. I need to sort all of that out and see what I think about all of those things.
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