The act of writing was the point. The only way I could learn how to “be” a writer was to write.
So I wrote one long ass journal entry in an attempt to capture something real.
And now, I confront each page like it will be the last one I’ll ever write. Continue reading Tony Robbins Would Be Proud
A story about a first date, societal expectations, and thoughts experienced while courting a member of the opposite sex.
Dating is mating waiting to happen… Continue reading I Date Like an Awkward Alien
I used to be terrified on days when I had something to share.
The fear came from two angles:
One: everyone in the entire world would be reading, and Two:
No one would be reading.
I was afraid of judgement and,
I was afraid no one cared… Continue reading Why I Love Matthew McConaughey
I spent the summer developing a prototype for U.I. Minds Eye and now, I’m not sure what to do next… Continue reading Creating an APP (“I Don’t Know” for an Answer)
If we are going to live solely just to survive, what is the value?
Adults will tell you that adulting sucks. They often will tell you how much they wish they were 22 again so they could skydive, but now they’re too old and have a bad back.
They will talk about their home life as if it’s a ball and chain… Continue reading Soul Food
Y’know what’s more powerful than believing in God?
Believing in yourself.
It’s more difficult too.
Like, way way way more difficult… Continue reading Liberation
I’ve written a shitload of words, like, 100’s of thousands of words since January 2015.
Receiving these 250 has made all of the work worth it: Continue reading On Writing
I believed that my attitudes and actions would bring me happiness in the form of a female.
I was wrong… Continue reading Companionship: An Expectation for Happiness
There is always depth beneath the surface of what we project.
Like an iceberg that glistens above the ocean, so do we share ourselves…
Allowing the parts of our story that shine to be seen.
But, underneath every iceberg is a foundation. The real story. The bits of ourselves that are rarely seen by others… Continue reading This is Griffin
In his eyes, you discover past, present, and future hold no meaning.
The only thing that matters is the metaphysical handshake Stefan endows upon your flesh; gripping, grasping…churning your once proud hand into a semblance of puddy.
And from this puddy, you emerge… Continue reading Stefan Glamp: Miracle Gaze