Infinite possibilities

And when we understand the mission, when we understand the time and when we understand peace and when life tells us exactly what is here and what we need, and when we open our arms and open our heart to the possibilities that we too can be happy in a world that tries its best to prevent that. 
When we realise that our lives are more than the sum of its parts, and that although our bodies may one day sit back down, and struggle to get back up, our souls will live a lifetime. A lifetime is not one single life. 
It is not singular. It is infinite. 
What I believe, I can't tell you has ever been taught to me, but is just in me. 
I see it, and I wait for a time that it surely will show itself. In a world that's always been important, nurturing, and kind. And even though some of us do struggle and some of us do find dark days, and struggle to get from out of that cloud and struggle to heal, just know that, that will pass. One step at a time. 

Life is to be lived. Life is to be endured. Life is to be suffered. 
Life is to be nurtured, experience, wisdom, lesson. These are all things, all things that we take for granted. Illness and disease. 
Now, that comes along and that can change everything. Or it can change nothing. It can create a new opportunity or it can end that life. 
We can choose. It's always been a choice. Life has always been a choice. 
We all know how it ends. We all know how to stop it. We all know how to prevent life from continuing. 
We all know this. We always have had. We know what's to fear. 
We know what's a warning. We know what drama can be caused. We know what pain can be suffered. 
We know danger. We choose. We choose the people, we choose the place, we choose the job, we choose the life. 
We choose the friendships, we choose the enemies, we choose it all. We choose the clothes, we choose the aesthetic, everything, everything. And if you think you don't, you're mistaken. 
If you think it is written for you, you're mistaken. Nothing is written. Everything's to play for. 
There's not a path that has been etched out. There's infinite pathways, infinite options, infinite endings, infinite, infinite Never forget that

Consumerism is the mirror image of the happy and unhappy

Woke up feeling quieter mentally

But with the odd thought jetting passed

The what ifs and the somewhat sullen reality of the quiet life I live 

Not upset it’s reality nor am I ecstatic that it is

Feels a lot like external judgements that prey on my solitude

I didn’t want this 

I always wanted another, so I thought 

To be in love with another and life to be content 

But maybe in life that’s the problem

We all aspire for the things we don’t have and things we don’t need

We consume the unimportance

We consume realities drenched in fake faux fur

Ripped from the lives of others 

Leaving behind the scarring and the pain 

Walking away without a second thought or feeling for the lives trampled on 

Positively inhumane treatment of the bourgeoisie dictatorship

Not a soul survives the wrath of squeezing every last mouthful of greed out of life 

What about ME

And then there's a moment and a moment seems to last for a lifetime because it is. It's the present moment, it just like these words, I think before it, nothing after it. The happening live as I type them
Clarity , not chaos to be in a position where clarity is all I have, all I need, all I want no drama, no uncertainty, no waiting on anybody just me 
I get up. I do what I want and then I go to bed. Then repeat, no explanation, no interpretation, no analysis, no feeling like I'm in the wrong or I wanna do wrong no second guessing people's opinions, people's thoughts not having to convince, not having to ask, not having to request, just simply being, and  doing what I want  my career is different obviously, but I chose to do that. I chose to study for it. I chose to put the work into it. I choose to be there What can be painful however during this present is that you often come across someone else someone who you have an attachment or a connection that you can't quite understand, but makes complete sense. You'll find yourself in that moment questioning how? How am I here now, in front of you that's the game you see, how can you be there if you're in the moment, how are you questioning it? If you're in the moment, how are you thinking about it by just being in the moment? It’s a very powerful thingSee, where I see things going now as I sit here on this bank holiday Monday is that if I'm to be fully in the moment, the thoughts, the tribulations, the concerns, the panic, the worry, the anxiety, the fear, they can't be there too, for they would need to be attached to something else, maybe something that's been before, maybe something that might be in the future. But if I'm in the present, how am I thinking these things? If I'm in the present, how am I even aware? See what's interesting is even though maybe that particular connection ended sooner than I'd anticipated that small insight has been quite catastrophic to the way in which I have designed my thinking to be and what I mean by that is they reminded me that by being present that by being in that moment blocks anything else out, so the fear, the worry, the concern, the treatment, the history none of that matters because it's clearly and quite obviously not the present. It's the past and the past doesn't exist anymore,It's just a memory
I wake up this morning with out much thought of what would come next however, I did have hopes. I did have dreams. I had a positive mindsetSince waking up there has been a change in direction with certain connections, which has left me feeling quite distant to my presence. I found myself on a path that I've often trawled through questioning my worth questioning my value, you know effectively asking why am I not enough? Why did they not want me? Why did they not want to pursue this? What is wrong with me?Sitting in a room, in a house, like this was all for them and that's when it dawned on me as I nearly made mistakes that I've made before as I nearly went backwards as I nearly messaged people that never ever deserved my presence. 
&& I thought to myself they may be gone, they may have pulled away but with that they left me with a lesson. There's a lesson in the experience, a lesson in just this that it's okay It's a memory now anyway, it's OK not everyone's with someone. It's OK. You haven't done all this for someone new to come along and take it from you and to take from it and to take with it all you have made and to gain from you, you've done all this for you. You sat and did all this yesterday for you. You chose to sit there and you chose to run through things that you have not read or seen in probably two decades You were very much in the present. You hadn't thought about the past. You hadn't thought about the memories. You were just in the moment That's a powerful place to be, decisions, choices, thoughts, that will for you to choose, all for you, to choose and sit on your laurels. Don't sit in that headspace of why not me like you did over two years ago, maybe longer, why me to now why not me?But, it should be what about me? not about them, not about blending, not about adjusting, what about me? not why me? or why not me? what about me!?

Not many times

Today it dawned on me that it would be another year down 

But also that last year my life was so messy I couldn’t make out a single thing 

My life seemed to have just hit a wall

Like I often did in video games

I didn’t know the controls

I’d lost the control

I was in a place of melancholy 

Life was so dampened I barely felt anything 

I was drugged up and sick and trying to heal

I couldn’t ever imagine this would be my path 

Not as a child waiting in the corridor of a building for a lesson to start

Excited to have a video in class

Sat watching the original Romeo and Juliet on a tv screen as I sat on a table at the back of classroom

Understanding the inner works of stunning literature written at a time in history I could only dream of 

Fancying the characters and wanting the feelings they had

We now look at the now 

The places I’ve been I could never give enough explanation 

The places I’ve been have been surreal

I can see my chemo sessions but it was almost like I’d detached so much it was happening to someone else

But how does my life look now

What is my first awaking moment 

It is waking up to an alarm 

An alarm alerting me to my working week 

In a role I absolutely adore

I can’t explain my passion for my role

But in life everything I’ve ever done I give my all to

No one ever told me to

It was never a training 

It was not a birds and bees it was innate

I look at the room I am in 

All my own and all my own creation 

It is all there because I put it there

I’m content 

My health is better

The disease was cut out of my body and disposed of 

It has gone 

It came to remind me of my own reality

But with that

My mortality was in the sunlight 

It was blinding and it was scary

I’m now approaching another year

Another year of my life and existence

And yes it can be daunting

I no longer have shadows taking the sunlight away from life

But I have myself

Sat alone yes

But in the sunlight 

Sat in the driving seat

Sat in control of my own destiny

Living as much as I can in the future

No longer fighting for the right 

But giving myself the right 

Like a permission 

It is mine for the taking 

Mine for the rest of my life

It was a battle

But not with the treatment 

With myself

And I am here and living 

I am more me than I’ve ever felt 

And even though it can be hard to put my big girl pants on 

I do

I wear what I want

I open my door

I step out

I don’t ask for help or validation 

I own it

I am me

I was always me 

But I was scared

I was conditioned 

I was imprisoned

Now I have realised how free I am 

The life feels authentic

It is authentic

It is me 

The smartest man who ever was

In a room full of family I remember you clearly

The tall one with the suit 

The carefully chosen outfit of corduroy and blazer

The smartest shoes 

The glasses and the ring on that finger

You never changed 

Always quietly spoken but every word mattered 

A football fan 

Baggies boing boing 

I loved our chats when we got to know each other 

And the way you offered my drink knowing what I wanted 

Your sweet tooth with biscuits but your favourite being the eclair

The way your hair was always perfectly in place 

I’ll miss you because you were true to your word

You sat in your chair with your smiling eyes 

You were always ready to listen to me and give me advice 

I loved your laugh 

Your eyes would smile

You made me feel safe at the lowest moments 

You were so kind and so patient 

You made my God mother happy

You made me happy 

I hope you are now at peace

I hope you are comfortable 

I’m sorry that you had to endure such difficulty in the end 

I will not forget you 

I loved you

Rest easy Eric 

Tightly closed boxes piling as high as the tree

And when your hearts in pieces

And when there’s nothing left

And everything you used to have 

Is filling up the trash 

And when you find yourself silent 

Along comes all the grey

The sadness in our history

Will finally go away

And now I’m thinking of her again

Even though it left me with a stain 

A stain from all those tears

From waiting on your name

To flash up on my phone again 

And make me feel more normal 

For I spent a whole year pining 

And now it feels like a new ordeal 

And now it’s all lay out 

In front of me on the floor

The memories all such pain felt 

All piled high against the wall

The flooding of all these moments 

Fill the rooms with thoughts 

The windows they won’t open 

And the house is getting heavy

It’s such weight on my heart strings 

And such sorrow in my voice

As I watch it all fall away 

In this huge pile at the tip 

The wind will return soon 

And it will blow a gale 

The little bits of paper will all take off and spiral

Within it the ink has written shapes that wrote letters about our love 

All wrapped up tightly as it falls through the night 

And it will finally lose speed and fall to the ground falling to that street where it will never be found 

And one grey Monday night there it is by this hedge

And one person will walk past it 

And the words that were written will never be read 

Haden hill park

Take me to the park you frequented as a child

Tell me of the games you played, and the first time you grazed your knee

Tell me what you dreamed of and how much you enjoyed life

Tell me about the trees and how this park felt like the whole world

As we walk along the path that you used to walk up on a Sunday afternoon 

Tell me about the tiredness in your legs at this steep hill

At this family tradition of Sunday walks and then Sunday dinner

The dinner bubbling as we got home 

Our stomachs rumbling

As we walk along this lake, and you point out the ducks and tell me of the rat race that once scared you and your mum

That the swamp below used to have this smell and that you can still remember it

As we arrive at this castle, although a once famous household, tell me about how you remember it before the remodel; that it used to be a presence and look stunning every year, that you could imagine the families that would occupy it; and as you got older you would learn about the love story from two very different households

Firework night was always your favourite, the beautifully lit skies were vibrant in lilacs and whites and golds 

Some noises that came from them were screechy but the night just filled you with magic

It felt like you lived in a Disney film 

And that this night still remains deeply important to you

The bonfire nights, and the hot chocolate, to the cricket club and the beers 

To that plastic flooring covered in mud and warm cans of cider

But still the best firework display for miles

As we approach the gates, you tell me of being stuck in here once, that you outstayed the times and you got locked in

That you were never a good climber and struggled to get out

But you were able to drag yourself up and over, banging and bruising your knees in the process

The park wardens house always so quiet and peaceful

The road was opposite a pub that you would go on to work at when you turned 18.

This job would go on to be the making of you 

It gave you spirit and confidence and the potential to believe you could and would achieve higher education

The people you met have never left your memories and although there were some tough experiences and scary times overall it was your safe space

It was also the place that linked to the house in that park, the tunnel underground, the meet up of two people in love 

Creating a love that was forbidden, a lot like the story of Romeo and Juliet 

Now its no longer and although the building has been gone for over 10 years, I still see it when I think back to that road 

I still see the summer nights and football games, and parties,

The karaokes and the music

The regulars and the carefree times

The fun and ease of life was just so real 

That young girl had so much to learn

But now as we make our way to a front door that’s changed and the house no longer in our name

You tell me you loved this place 

That is brings with it such positive happy memories 

That the times just flood in and bring a tear to your eyes

That this was a time in my life I will hold onto forever

Moving on has always been a tough game to play

The unknown always frightened me

The need for expectations to be met and the same old to be stable was always my path

That consistent routine that didn’t change

That inability to be spontaneous a deeply rooted trait

Look at me now

That young girl running up that steep hill in the park of such adventures

She’d never believe me 

Not for a second

That this is the life I am currently living

That all those changes and times happened and that my health did suffer

But whatever the experiences I have had

Whatever the pain I have felt and the loss I have had

I will always be that young curious girl

The girl who felt safe in that park 

The girl that ran fast and with purpose

Who won the race

Who captured moments and saw the beauty in the most random of places

Who felt the flowers grow and the ground below her soften 

The young girl with high hopes and big dreams