I woke up a lot earlier then I would have liked to but my attempts at falling back to sleep were in vain. A million thoughts seem to flood my mind and every morning I reprogram myself into believing its all o.k. They start with him, at times end, then, necessity, despair, hope, prayers, curses, and finally calmness and my will to survive this. Then like a machine I program self, and remind my self throughout the day to smile, breath, laugh, to find the humility to get by and not to give into despair, as heart ache all ready has.
Today, I smile at my reflection, as always, and I beckon it good morning. It smiled gleefully in return and then looked up at the mohawk that my hair is usually styled into every morning, looked back and frowned. I agreed it had to go because we both needed to feel better. So we called the barbershop and headed out to Astor Place to give little Hiawatha a scalping of sorts. I told Peter to shave it all off. “Two on top”, he asked. “A one, I replied” and like that the happy feelings began to flow. I then walked up Broadway, North, towards 14th. I visited Forbidden planets and gawked at all the cool toys I couldn’t afford. I found a peace that I haven’t experienced in a long time, while treading the city. I welcomed the time alone. It’s very easy to lose ones self in the crowd and just observe, breath, be calm and find that quiet place that lets the voice of the world thru and suddenly audible, welcoming and not so overwhelming. I treated my self to some iced coffee (Starbucks, caramel macchiato), and a Kit-Kat bar. I then passed by Revolution Books, and saw a book in the window that caught my eye. I picked up a book on Communist views on religion and spent a few minuets getting to know the store clerk, Joan, who was very sweet and had a lot to share. I sort of live torn between a deep rooted dislike for religion and my immense belief in a God whose platform is the very intuition(s) I have issues with. So books like this often time catch my attention. I then met up with my best friend and we must have visited about twenty-plus galleries. We saw some pretty cool stuff and then made some art of our own.
You do one of my favorite things! I thought I was the only one who grabs an iced caramel macchiatto and then go look at the cool statues that I can't afford at Forbidden Planet. LOL. Also it's funny how a haircut can be insanely liberating. Like a re-birth process.
But yo seriously, everything will be okay. It has to be and will be. We are destined for greatness. I am myself is going through a rough time financially in my life and it gets to me at times so I can sympathize, but I know I still have my health, friends and family and it gets me through. You'll be aiight. Keep smiling. Keep that faith and it'llget better.
And - can you attend that art exhibit I was telling you about? Is there anyone you want to bring let me know it's next week tuesday.
OYE CUBANITO!!! I FIND MYSELF STUCK IN FROMT OF THE SCREEN READING LIKE A MAD MAN, YOUR ENTRIES. I AM SO INTRIGUED BY WHAT YOU HAVE 2 SAY. EVEN IF ITS ABOUT WALKING AROUND THE CITY......IT HOLDS A LOT OF MEANING..........AND THE FOTOS...........ESO....THEY ARE FANTASTIC...TAKE SOME OF ME..LOL.........I NEED SOME GOOD ONES OF ME.....THEY ARE EXCELLENT........SIGUE ESCRIBIENDO.I WILL BE A LOYAL FAN(READER) OF YOURS FROM NOW ON.........CIAO!