My idol once fell from the sky.
Bruised & broken,
His body burning as he descended into the atmosphere.
Landing in the deepest of rock bottoms.
My perception shattered of a once untouchable man.
Judgement by others filled the air so thickly you couldn’t see the sun above.
Darkness surrounding him as he sat with himself in the coldest of winter’s.
His mental health at an all time low.
Body deteriorating in front of our eyes.
He fell once more.
Almost all doubted his ability & strength.
But he still kept moving forward.
As years went by, his mentality changed.
Soon he was grateful to play the game he loved.
Years of hard work began to pay off.
Today, I watched my idol win once more.
Tears came to my eyes as I saw him hug his family & pump his fists into the sky.
The journey was well worth the struggle.
As a man who has fallen in dark times before.
I appreciate your journey to becoming a better man.
Thank you Tiger Woods.
Three coconut trees are planted near the coast of the Island of Maui.
One palm tree focuses its energy on impressing tourists by growing the most delicious coconuts on the island. It seeks constant validation from others.
The second tree wants to be respected for being the tallest coconut tree on the island. It grows its stem thick but not flexible to impress or scare others.
The third coconut tree is small and has average coconuts. It focused its energy on building strong roots deep into the ground.
A massive storm approaches from the north. High winds howl into the darkness of the night. The storm ends swiftly the following morning leaving the coastal town in pieces.
The first tree is uprooted, flying into the depths of the ocean. It spent a majority of its life trying to please others and thus had tremendously weak roots.
The second coconut tree wasn’t flexible enough to weather the storm. It spent its whole life trying to earn respect through fear and power. Its insecurities cracked under the immense power of the storm.
The third coconut tree survives the storm. Its roots were well developed and its stem was flexible in the high winds. It wasn’t living to please others or intimidate them through might.
By focusing your energy on your roots you can weather any storm.
By staying flexible, you can bend with the strong winds of life.
A vicious storm has almost sunk Pascal’s ship. It was unexpected and disastrous. Will he recover? Or will he be damaged permanently?
Pascal lays still on the main deck.
His breath shallow.
His first officer Pablo has taken over in these trying times.
In the coming weeks, Pascal slowly recovers.
Time seems to be in slow motion for Pascal.
All seems clearer after the storm.
Dark clouds clearing to an open sky.
Pascal has realized that his suffering is of his own doing.
Holding onto whats gone.
Going with fear based decisions.
Pascal vows to do better.
A crew of explorers gather for drinks, food, and fun. Their voyage begins tomorrow to the great unknown. There is excitement in their eyes. Anticipation in their hearts. What wonders lie ahead of them? Tonight the men will dance, laugh, and drink around the fire. Who knows if they will return to shore. Nature is fearsome and apathetic to any of their sufferings. Will they have the strength to face their greatest fears?
The sun is shining at the Port of Marseilles. Seagulls float patiently in the sky above. The crew merrily pack their bags for the long voyage. The crew carries large bags of oats, rye, and potatoes on board the ship “Inconnu”. It’s a warm spring day in the south of France. The Captain of “Inconnu” is Pascal Dubois. He’s a young Captain at only 28 years old, born in Marseille to a peasant family. Some of the crew are wary of his youth while others confident. Young Pascal is quite experienced for his age, thanks to his many voyages into the Mediterranean and Black Sea. He has dealt with death, heartbreak, and disease over the past 10 years as a crewman. He has fought many battles versus Berber pirates along the southern coast of France. Pascal is on a mission of peace, exploration, and discovery. Optimism gleams from his youthful face even though he has some fear of the voyage into the great unknown of the Atlantic Ocean. Many have taken this voyage but not many come back to tell their tales. Pascal and his crew know the risk they are taking. Pascal’s passions are writing, exploration, and helping others. He would travel the world for free. The crew’s motivations vary. Some dream of new beginnings. Others searching for lost treasure and glory. They all dream of new lands, people, and experiences. Tales of Marco Polo’s adventures painted into their every thought.
Will this be their last breath on land? Will they sink into the darkness of the sea? Time will tell. Pascal’s focus is on this precious moment. He will not succumb to his minds tendency to fear the unknown or be scared by stories of the past. Pascal knows that his crew will only survive if he is mindful of the now. To not be distracted by the obstacles. Pascal vows to enjoy each moment of this voyage and to be grateful for every new adventure.
Every Monday afternoon I will post one new poem or short story. There will be more blog posts about the life and adventures of Pascal.
My three familiar friends.
Keeping me from my passions.
My mission & purpose.
Goodbye, my old friends.
Today, I will let you go.
For I only have one life and I intend to live it.
I hear a knock on my door!
Three new friends have arrived.
They even brought gifts.
Love brought joy.
Trust brought excitement.
Faith brought freedom.
Thank you, my new friends.
I look forward to our new journey together.
Your ship is broken.
Years of neglect.
Storms breaking it piece by piece.
Abandon your ship.
Let go and go into the great unknown.
Dive deep into the darkness of the sea.
The water is coldest at the bottom.
As the storm passes, you will see a light.
Do not get accustomed to the darkness.
Do not wish for your old ship to rise from the depths.
Through the pain, we can grow.
Through the suffering, we can heal.
As you reach the surface you smile.
New life has been given.
Gratitude shining from the sun.
As you wash ashore.
You’re full of joy.
Curious about this new island.
Excited about new adventures.
New beginnings have been given.
New experiences to enjoy.
A ship is lost in the treacherous open sea. The crew grows more impatient each day; the Captain is worried about a potential mutiny. No land in sight.
Will this be the end?
My crew goes weary.
Mumbling & arguing with each other.
The smell of mutiny in the air.
I observe them from my private charters.
One moment they are angry.
The next they are sad.
Will we ever see land again?
A large wave swells up from the depths of the ocean.
The ship creaks and moans.
A month goes by.
Food short on supply.
Crew sick and diseased.
Birds of prey circle above us.
The end is near.
Until one day I see darkness on the horizon.
We are safe.
Joy & tears flow into the sea.
My crew dances under the moonlight.
No wave can sink me.
No storm will worry me.
I won’t break to my crew’s demands.
For I am the Captain.
I am not my thoughts. I am not my emotions. I am the observer. The Captain of my body & mind. I will honor these thoughts & emotions as impermanent. I will not sink into the darkness.