I Think I Died in 1941

I think I hit Pearl Harbor.

The only reason why I am assuming this is because my dad walked in my room babbling about reincarnation. I’m a firm believer in reincarnation so of course I gave him my full attention. He told me that its every 52 years or so that you get reincarnated. If that is the case than I must have died in 1941. This is the same year that Japan bombed Pearl Harbor and when the United States said “fuck it” and declared war. This all of course sparked WWII and the rest is history.

Where I stand in the mix of all of this is unknown. I sometimes tell myself that maybe I was born in Japan. The reason why I say this is because when I look at photographs of Japan they look so comforting and inviting. I somewhat want to be there. I could have been that daring pilot that bombed the harbor. Then again I could be wrong and I could have been one part of the Naval fleet that got killed on the USS Arizona.

What ever happened to me in my past is still a mystery but I hope to find out some time soon. Its quite interesting. This is why I can’t take up on any religion because I won’t be able to to think this way. I love abstract thinking and having that repressed would just piss me off.

Sandbox

I like to start my afternoons with a nice large cup of coffee and left over food from 2 nights ago. This process was created several months ago and it must continue. I work night shift at UPS so there is a need for me to fill system up with large amounts of caffeine to wake my self up. I’m addicted to coffee, its my second love in life. My first love is skateboarding, nothing ever goes above that. Unless I get married or something, than my wife has to share 1st place with my skateboard. (Laugh Out Loud) !

While I drink coffee I go on these mini trips. Its like the creativity juice in my brain starts churning and my mind goes wild. I usually like to sit down in coffee shops and do this but mostly it happens in my room in front of my computer or on my front porch. I think of all sorts of things such as new skateboard tricks, comic book ideas, more skateboard tricks, computer coding, post for my tech website and much more. The problem with this is trying to get the ideas out of my head and putting them on paper. Being a null creative person is difficult. I have to be the weirdest person to ever live. I sometimes wonder who I was in a past life hoping that I can piece together something. It never really works, I just come to another brick wall. When that happens I grab my skateboard and hit the streets.

My mind has opened up more to new things such as the world, deep space and meditation. I really want to explore these fields and get deep in it. I took a philosophy class this past semester and it completely blew my mind away. There are so many theories and knowledge and methods. I practically turned into a philosopher and started preaching these new ideas and thoughts to my friends and anyone else who seems interested. I’ve been dubbed Negrodamus among my friends. Others just call me smart. I’ll take whatever.

I see this self empowerment as a way for me to enlighten and gain more knowledge about this world and the people in it. I’ve been studying people more and have been paying attention to peoples motives and there “selfish” actions. Its all really a wonder to me.

With what I am calling my “New Found Knowledge” I plan to sit down in this sandbox of a world and begin to tear down and pull apart what society has created and create something new for our generations to live. The median that has been built defines to many stereotypes and political groups. I really just want to bring peace, but that goal is almost impossible to me and the rest of the world due to inner hatred we possess.

If we could rise above and out of the circle of hate and preach peace instead of war than we could live in a world that has less violence and more happiness. Whether or not that evil was created to make this world turn, we could at least have more positivity spread around than what we have now.

Life is simply just a sandbox.