12 Ways To Make the Most Of Life

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Life can be sucky, or life can be great. We all have good days and bad days. Some things are entirely out of our control, but most of the time we have complete authority to make life more enjoyable. Here are 12 simple ways to start making the most out of life everyday:

1 – Change your thoughts to be positive.

Negative thoughts are way more damaging than we realize, and allowing them to continue to pass through our minds all day will create a hostile environment for our souls. The next time unkind thought comes to mind, immediately counteract it with a more positive one.

2 – Spend more time doing things that you enjoy. Actively schedule activities within your week that will make you laugh and smile.

3 – Live in the moment and be mindful. Try not to get caught up in planning and worrying about future troubles. Just breathe and enjoy what’s going on right now.

4 – Take good care of yourself. Being selfless is important and meaningful, but nothing will ever get done if you allow your own health and wellness to falter. It’s totally okay to put yourself first sometimes.

5 – Be kind. This goes for others and yourself. Always be kind, even when it’s difficult. This will keep your spirits up.

6 – Be brave and have an open mind. Try new things. You’ll never know what amazing opportunities for an awesome life await you in the world if you never get out and do some exploring.

7 – Let yourself love. Lowering barriers in order to let others in and allow ourselves to love can be terrifying. When we open up, yes, we open ourselves up to potentially be hurt. But we are also potentially creating a new, amazing friendship.

8 – Never sweat the small stuff. Condition yourself to quickly let go of minor annoyances. If no one is dying or severely hurt, find ways to get passed the situation without letting it upset you.

9 – Understand that life is short. Train your brain to see the big picture. Time is precious and we all need to truly know that one day we’ll be asking for more.

10 – Search for connections. Connecting with others and with ourselves is one of the most exhilarating experiences we can have as humans. Make an effort to meet new people, discover your own values, and experience all the world has to offer.

11 – Avoid judging others and let judgement from other people go unheard. Judgement is one of the most damaging flaws. When we judge others, we only hurt ourselves in return. And when we let the opinions of others dictate how we live, we become slaves to words. Make an effort to live and let others live the way they feel fit.

12 – Be grateful and always show gratitude. No matter how small or insignificant, every act of kindness deserves immense gratitude. Be grateful for everything good in your life from running water and electricity to special friendships.


Implementing these simple rules will lead to a better life. Life won’t last forever and it’s up to us to make the most of the time we have on this planet.

Thanks for reading!

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Galveston Island State Park

“Well, I Guess This Is Growing Up”

Is it just me?, life, Songs

I’m older now, older than you were when we knew each other back then. It’s odd to think about it. So much has changed in both of our lives – for better, for worse, for necessity, or for no reason at all. We’ve lost, we’ve grown, we’ve become new people.

Well, I guess this is growing up.” (Dammit by Blink 182)

Realizing that you’re only human, like me, that you really didn’t have all the answers back then and still don’t now, that your life is a huge mess like mine – that’s part of becoming an adult. You were always a screw up, too, it just took me years of war and growth to understand. 

Those idols we had as teenagers and damaged kids turned out to be more screwed up in the head than we were. Isn’t that insane? It’s the truth, though. It’s life. 

What used to look like a golden statue of perfection is revealed to be a gilded scarecrow of insecurity. Aren’t we all just gilded piles of mistakes wrapped in scarred up skin? Understanding that truth is what it means to “grow up.” 

Is it sad that no one is perfect? No, it’s not sad. It’s actually a relief. Because if no one in the world is perfect, then we can STOP trying to live up to ridiculous expectations. We can stop being so upset with ourselves for being “less than,” and allow our hearts to heal and be who we want versus who we think we should be. 

At one time I felt disdain for you when your imperfections were brought to light. I was young. Just a kid. I didn’t know that you were a human, too, free to be a little messed up inside. Forgive me. I release all my former anger towards you. 

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East Texas Metalheads

Is it just me?, life, Songs, Wildlife

We are few in numbers. It’s a tough life. No one around here understands what brings us joy. To them, it’s just “noise.” To us, it’s heavenly. (With a touch of Satan? ;])

Have you heard it? The guitar riffs and double bass? The screaming in your face? The sounds take us away…to a much better place. Free of hurt and pain. 

Metal. Metalcore. Death metal. Deathcore. Black metal…etc. Genres aside, this is the sound that saves our lives. This is how we survive in a world that has pushed us outside to rot and die. We are outcasts, but as the song blasts through the speakers we become one force. Together. We are few, but we are not alone. 

We show up early, dressed in black and gray. We live with headphones always ready to play. How many songs can we listen to today? It only takes a few minutes to ease up the pain. We await the drop of the curtain with anticipation and adrenaline. 

No one here understands, no one knows what it’s like to hear the screaming metal and be brought back to life. Their sound is monotonous, an electronic lie. Our sound is genuine and fuels us to fight. 

We jump and yell, awaking an internal army to battle the beast within. Our eyes open wide as the drums beat and begin. The music is a drug, a drug that saves the soul from the plights of an arduous life we lead. 

Our numbers are small, yet we are strong. We have heart like no other and we’ll support the music of thunder until our days come to an end. We roar. We rage. We have survived the blackest of days and risen above the grave to stand tall and scream with the masters on the stage.

We are the metalheads of East Texas.

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Crow on the Beach

Did Our Best (Poem 8 x 20)

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, Poems

Smells like death

Rotting flesh

Nothing left 

Makeshift meds

Bloody mess

All regret 

Clean the wreck 

Make amends 

Start anew

Lose a few

Find the truth

Slice in two 

Waterloo

Flocks that flew

Back to you

In the tomb

Slow runner

Front gunner

Lackluster

Drug buster

Safe summer

Steel cutter

Flow flutter

Green gutter

Makes no sense

Deeper dense

Cleaner cleanse

Dependents

Feeling tense

Falling fence

Soul to rinse

Repentance 

Is it right?

Keep it tight

Start a fight

On this night

Toughest plight 

In hindsight 

You were mine

If I might

Is it wrong?

Sing a song

Play along 

Bang the gong

Don’t take long

Just be gone

Fling ping pong 

Search Hong Kong 

Make a choice

Then rejoice 

Making noise

Finding voice

Rainy moist

Skin so coarse

Racing horse

Frightful Force

Sky is here

Space is near

We have fear

Changing gears

Pouring tears

Losing years

Chasing deer

Life will steer 

Forget me

Set us free

Stop and see

Wipe it clean

Sights unseen

Halo three

I’m in need

Nightmare dream

Is this real? 

I can’t feel

It’s surreal

Voids to fill

They will kill

If we’re still

Moving meals

Rusty wheels 

Soul is hot

I am not

Here to rot

In this pot

Of the lost

On the cross

You forgot 

I can’t stop 

Make it rain

Show disdain

Burn in flames

Never stay

Go away

So ashamed

Fall from Grace

Face will fade 

What am I

In this life?

Who designed 

All this plight?

A disguise 

So outright

Melting eyes

In the sky

Who are we

With disease?

Cutting keen

Reverie

Can this be

All for keeps?

Play for treats

Or we leave

Peace on earth

Myths of dirt

Rip my shirt

Stop the birth

Gait or girth

Gift of myrrh

Hating her

Flesh and fur

Wars in stars

Beating hearts

Saving scars

Rip apart

Fly afar

Doors ajar

Gates to guard

Fight too hard

In this wake

We create

Signs of hate

No debate

Quickly fade

Leaves to rake

Souls forsake

Time to take

Get us home 

Save our souls

We’re alone

Off the road

Outlaw zone 

Broken phone

Losing hope 

Where to go? 

Fly it back

Now attack

Burn to black 

Trim and track

What we lack 

We distract

Make them laugh

They’ll all crack 

Let us rest

No more tests

Disrespect 

Fallen friends

Joking jests 

People pests

Ended less

Did our best 

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Pottery and Life – Reality Versus Expectations

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature

This past weekend I attended a pottery class up in Oklahoma with my family. It was near Cherokee territory, taught by a Cherokee woman, and overall extremely insightful in terms of practicing a new skill and hearing about Native American culture. 

While working with the clay and attempting to mold it into something unique, I started to notice that the clay just would not do what I wanted it to do. I had images in my head about how I wanted to sculpt and morph the muddy substance, but no matter how hard I tried, the end products far varied from the pictures in my mind. 

What I was shooting for ≠≠ what I made

This is a great metaphor for life in general. We all have plans, dreams, and ideas about where we think our lives are headed. We predict where we’ll be in one year, five years, and for some of us – maybe even ten years. But how often do things turn out the way we planned, dreamt, or predicted?

If you look back to this day one year ago, would you have thought you would have ended up where you are today? I know that I definitely wouldn’t have predicted my current position. And that’s okay.

Life never turns out the way we thought it would in our heads. In fact, it typically takes insane turns and twists that we never could have possibly seen coming.

Opportunities arise, unfortunate events are thrown at as, and mundane days seem to repeat over and over. Good, bad, and a bit of all that exists in between. That’s life. Uncertainty is the only thing we can all be certain of in life. Because the fantasy image never aligns with the realistic situation.

This doesn’t mean that reality sucks or doesn’t include awesome moments. We should all learn to appreciate the truth in front of us and let go of the expectations we imbedded in our brains.

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Photo Creds to my little Cousin

Calm Before the Storm

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, Poems, Wildlife

There’s a calm like no other, before the storm shreds the shutters, where a lonely lone wolf wonders all night long. 

A sadness drains the thunder, the rain pours out in gutters, the darkness hides the summer with clouds and fog.

A child searches for her mother, and yearns to please the brother, the heart has been asunder far too long. 

The storm shed won’t shudder, the strength is going under, her mind is lost in clutter and righting wrongs. 

Where does the darkness end, if not when she is dead, she’s paying for her sins all in one. 

Let the storm begin, she will be free again, allow the rage to send out its guns.

Hail and straight line winds, tornadoes spin and spin, flooding all within a fate undone. 

No one here can win, she can’t keep it in, battles never bend until the sickness runs. 

Century long silence, preceding a violence, she doesn’t like it but has no choice. 

Insidious slyness, hiding in the cypress, the calm is dying as she finds a voice. 

Tumultuous tyrants, planted a virus, forgetting all kindness in the world. 

Peace we’re not finding, children are crying, time to start fighting with swords. 

The clouds are rolling in, we all will face our sins, this is how it ends in fields of blood. 

Her hands control the wind, lightning from within, find a place to sit and watch the fun. 

Apocalyptic penicillin, nothing can stop this, bodies will cringe as they run. 

Their crimes to commit, feeding her vengeance, creating an ending of destruction. 


They made a monster with their rules and standards. She stayed calm for too long, sulking in silence and sadness. One day, she allowed her anger to erupt and infect the world. She would make them regret the pain they caused.

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