Welcome... i guess? =)

This is where I write about my life and (hopefully) figure out something about myself. I talk about what issues matter to me, from death and racism all the way to music and Childish Gambino.
I have 5 main personae (personas? idk, 5 split personalities) that I speak from: Puck, 8, Dubmac, Loverboy, and "?". They occasionally don't even agree on the same issues. ;)
Each identity is a facet of who I am. Each has a voice, an idea, a way of thinking. They're all important, and they make up who I am. So if you care to, read. Enjoy. Piece together my life, comment, follow, and learn about the real Mi8ke. Have fun ;)

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Jealousy

Jealousy is simply and clearly the fear that you do not have value. Jealousy scans for evidence to prove the point - that others will be preferred and rewarded more than you. There is only one alternative - self-value. If you cannot love yourself, you will not believe that you are loved. You will always think it's a mistake or luck. Take your eyes off others and turn the scanner within. Find the seeds of your jealousy, clear the old voices and experiences. Put all the energy into building your personal and emotional security. Then you will be the one others envy, and you can remember the pain and reach out to them

Thursday, March 1, 2012

What is Life?

I'm not about to go into a long speech, I just question it sometimes. What are we doing here? Do we have a purpose, or are we all crazy coincidences? I Read Socrates's Allegory of the Cave, and it got my mind thinking (as good philosophy should do), "Am I simply chained to a wall, unable to see truth?". But regardless if everything is real, or if i'm just imaging it, I'm gonna try to be happy. 


"Imagine a Puddle waking up one morning and thinking,
'This is an interesting world I find myself in. An interesting hole I find myself in, it fits me rather neatly, doesn't it?
In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!'
This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright,
because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it,
so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise"
-Douglas Adams