Quote Of The Day #18

“Just because I cannot see my progress, that does not mean it isn’t being made.—–All we have is time so allow yourself to build up; building takes time.”

~C.C.

What Is The Meaning Of Life?

Hey all! So this was a little side project I put together back during my first year of college, i’m not sure if it actually classifies as a podcast since it has a few different conversations cut together rather than just done in one take but i’m still pleased with it! I miss having such a wide variety of like-minded individuals around, but I know more will come into my life over time. ^-^

I’ve been fighting inside of my head for almost a full decade now, so you’ll see a lot of my old work follows this theme of trying to somehow understand just what everyone else saw about this life that I didn’t. Over the years i’ve found this audio to be inspiring to me as well as a few of the people whom I shared it with, so now i’ve decided it’s time to share it with all of you.

Meaning Of Life Audio/Podcast

Wishing you all the most tranquil, loving, and peaceful vibrations possible,

C.C.

~A Cigarette Daydream~

Everyone disappears don’t they?

Especially the ones who say they won’t.

You were a cigarette daydream

Warm, fading, and small.

I’m not sure when I became addicted.

But running after you was like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.

That is to say I had to watch you drift away.

Calling after with smoke filled lungs.

Wishing you would stay.

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Or maybe I was the smoke.

The daydream.

For I’m losing sense of what is real.

Drifting through life.

Trying to feel.

Something..

One thing?

Anything?

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Isn’t it beautiful how the wind dances?

In the trees and their leaves, the way it shifts and prances?

I envy the wind.

It’s here until it just..isn’t.

No one cries for the wind.

.

It’s so.

So cold.

I can’t feel my body.

Except for the smoke.

Within my lungs.

Oh, how it used to flow from our tongues.

Those smoke like promises.

To last a thousand suns.

I guess.

They couldn’t even stand.

A single.

Night.

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I’ve lost myself.

And I.

I can’t see you.

Not anymore.

You’re gone too.

Or maybe here.

But just looked on through.

.

I exist right?

I exist.

I exist.

I exist.

I-I..

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So I noticed a lot of people enjoyed The Volcano, this poem was obviously a bit of a different breed from it in terms of both writing style and emotion but I wrote this a year or two before The Volcano when I was in a fairly bad place of my life. Luckily with meditation among other methods I’ve managed to crawl out of that headspace to become the wonderful peace loving, tranquil, hippie soul that I am today. I think in the end I just decided, I don’t care about what career I follow in my life. I didn’t care about following a career. I wanted to find and chase happiness which led me to searching out every possible avenue I could do that from, so I did.

I’m still searching. But the more I travel this world, the more people I meet and places I go? They generate seeds of happiness in my soul. Soon once they’ve sprouted i’ll be able to carry them with me everywhere! Can you picture it? Won’t that just be bliss! Keep chasing your happiness and keep chasing your dreams! You’ll get there, I believe in you. ^-^

Peace, love, and tranquil vibes people,

C.C.