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The Peace Climb... by LAZY GENiUS

From the dishwasher to the restaurant tycoon. Super rich in more ways than one, with the insight to nothing, but keys to everything...

As a child I understood the concept of having money, and the things that having money brought forward. Everyone wanted to befriend the kid with the fresh kicks every other month, the sharp line up, and latest gadgets. Whatever one wanted but couldn't acquire, they'd live the hype through the 'chosen one'. Ignorant to what pillaging took place, to drape all of that material on an innocent frame. A frame to fragile to hold the weight that would eventually pile on.

Years pass, and the 'chosen one' is out in the cold, with a rich understanding of where those materials came from in his younger years. Now his pillaging biopic commences. Shutoff from the potential possessed within, the need for the outside to comfort and massage the battered innocent child still trapped within, the lashing out is trifold. 

Severing of all hope or thoughts of changing has seeped through generations on generations of DNA, with just enough kick to power well into the 23rd century.

When will the tape stop, and eject pressed.

One is never their past, nor choices. Persistently chase peace. The puzzle will assemble itself. From the 'chosen one', to the world healer. Everything is possible.

You Comfy Yet? by LAZY GENiUS

  Over the past few years I've changed locations multiple times. Now on the eve of another move, I began to think about how each has elevated me creatively. Each city/state becomes a blank canvas, and the possibilities of what's to come is not only exciting, but endless.

  When I turned 10 years old I finally got my own room. Being not only the youngest of three children, but most importantly the only boy, my own room was the greatest thing ever. My parents realized the interest I put into creating (I drew in class, church, at home, on the bus, on walls, on anything I could get my hands on). Eventually they allowed me to turn my room into a hub exclusively for my imagination. My mom actually let me paint a mural on the wall with left over house paint, and my dad also let me hang one of his paintings (which was extremely rare). Then I started hanging my own work. When the time came for us to move out of that house, I was crushed. I had recently turned 17, and losing the space I felt most comfortable in wasn't fun, not one bit. I felt as though I left a huge part of myself in that room. For years after the move I remained in a shell, and lost all desire to create. I needed a space I felt comfortable in to do what I loved to do, which was create. By 18 creating was on the back burner as I bounced from one location to the next, trying to find a place to settle and just live. Sports always came natural to me, so eventually I ended up playing football in college. Living with up to 12 other players at a time, in a three bedroom apartment, it was too easy to lose myself behind a mask. Times I felt the want to create, which were rare, I would attempt to travel back to that room where creating was second nature to me, but nothing ever happened. At 18, I couldn't see how being uncomfortable was valuable. 19 through 24 yielded the same thoughts, but I soon realized losing my comfortability was best creatively.

  In that room, I was able to lock out anyone or anything I didn't agree with. The comfort I built up allowed me to escape, but also create a trap for myself. I loved what I was doing, but looking back I realize I created from what was around me, and from seeing the same stuff all I did was recreate the same things over and over. Losing that comfort zone forced me to lose a hold on the locational contentment I was fostering, and I found comfort within. The locational discomfort became inspiring, and the comfort within became my peace. Finding that peace opened my eyes to the opportunities a location has to offer instead of shunning it. Let's see whats to come...

Where do you feel most comfortable creating?

Dollar and a Dream by LAZY GENiUS

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I've heard it takes a lot of hard work and sacrifice to be great and see your dreams come to life, but how committed are you to your dreams? How many meals are you willing to miss? Is there a difference between dreams and passion?  How much time are you willing to dedicate to your overall dream?
 

I've watched from a far over the years, as different friends set out into their endeavors. Only to watch about 96% percent of them give up and go in a different direction. I always ask myself the same question, did they really love it? Did they really believe in themselves, or did they see their dream as dollar signs, which turned their dream into a nightmare. I understand having other interest and people changing their mind, but what's the use of putting so much energy into a dream only to give up. I wonder how many of those who decided to give up, made that choice themselves. Was the motive lack of finances, patience, or just plain circumstances?
 

Think about the decision of buying food with your last ten dollars, versus buying paint. What would be your move? I know common sense would be food, a so called necessity for survival. What's common these days? And what really makes sense? I do know this, I am that guy who would not eat for days on in in order to buy supplies to create. Food doesn't give me the satisfaction that creating does. How many can relate? How many meals have you, and or are you willing to miss in the pursuit of your dreams? Does missing meals blur the lines between dreams and passion?
 

Dreams and passion are forgotten entities. The diversion away from the two have left nothing but countless drones. There definitely is a difference between the two. We grow a passion to pursue our dreams, but need more than passion to see our dreams through. Passion can come and go like the wind, your dreams will haunt you.
 

To exist in a world where dreams are shot down on a daily basis has become the norm, and therefore became acceptable. How can we understand the potential of what we've created in our dreams, if at the first hint of struggle we fold. In most cases we tend to turn back to safety before an attempt is even made. If you believe in this system we are currently wrapped up in; why not believe in your own systems that's screaming to be functional? Are you scared? What could possibly happen? We've been failed over and over. Why be afraid to fail?

Time is the only thing we have, what we do with that time is up to us. How we waste time is on us, as well as how much time we dedicate to a certain person, place, or dream, is up to us. How much time are you willing to allocate towards your dreams? There will be family outings, birthdays, or just times where everyone is ready to let loose and have a blast. How much of that are you willing to sacrifice to achieve your dreams?
 

 I had a conversation with a friend, and he told me that I've sacrificed too much to just do work. I've missed weddings, funerals, birthdays, hospital visits and every other moment that most see as important. I've had too many sleepless nights to tally up, I've slept in cars, even missed meals, but some how I made due with what I had. Nothing seemed to matter,  as long as I continued to push forward and positioned myself closer to my dreams. All I have is what I dream, so instead of waking up and giving up I'll stay asleep.

How committed are you to your dreams?