When Stars Misguide Us

I am Going To Jupiter

December 6, 2025

An unforgettable mini-road trip to a clear blue ocean with the people I love.

Endless Searching

It is Saturday and I wake up early contemplating what I should do for my wife for her birthday, it is on Tuesday but we want to celebrate on the weekend.

For the rest of the day I am brainstorming we have been together since high school so we have done almost everything we wanted to do in Central Florida.

We have gone to amusement parks, hotels, resorts, restaurants, local spots, parks, beaches, etc. It is now midnight and I am still up brainstorming. The equation is a little more complicated because we have an 18-month-old baby and I am trying to figure out a plan that works out for all of us.

Then it clicked! Jupiter Beach! My wife and daughter love the beach. I do not like the beach that much, I mean it’s beautiful and I love the ocean. My favorite animal is an ocean animal (orca whale) but I can only stay for an hour or so then I want to leave.

It is 1 am and I am googleing my heart out to create a quick plan on what to do. A tactic that tends to work is Google Map the destination and zoom in and look at all the restaurants and places nearby and google what they look like and their reviews because when you google places to eat near “destination” it is only places that won the SEO game and you may miss some hidden gems.

I wake up my wife and baby daughter early in the morning. Also, my little brother (19 years old) said he is down to go with us. The drive from where I live is 2hrs 20min. We are not staying at a hotel, we are going there and coming back on the same day.

Our baby daughter is truly an angel from above.

She is in the back seat singing her toddler songs, laughing, and having a great time with my wife, and then after an hour she falls asleep and wakes up when we get to our destination.

Quarters For Life

We made only one rest stop 10 min before our destination because I had to use the restroom and couldn’t hold it. We all take a break and stretch our legs and I head over to the vending machines to show my daughter how it works because she has never seen one.

There is a machine that says get change and I think in my head great I could use some dollar bills, and I put in a twenty dollar bill.

Quarters started pouring out (twenty dollars worth) and I felt so stupid. Of course, it’s quarters but it didn’t say it on the machine, but it makes sense and now I have all the quarters in the world.

I get my baby mini chocolate chip muffins and we all get water bottles and snacks (since I have so many quarters).

As we are getting our snacks I look behind me and feel a bad presence. I look and an older white man with grey short hair is staring at my daughter.

He didn’t know I was looking at him.

The way he was looking at her still haunts me. It was disgusting and evil.

I look at him and I am angry and I am about to make my way towards him and he sees me looking at him and looks terrified and starts to move quickly away.

I tell my brother, my wife, and my daughter that we need to leave now.

We head into the car and as we are driving away I see him wandering around in the grass area of the rest stop by himself.

He gave me the creeps and reminded me how dangerous this world is.

Another Beach Another Planet

We arrive at the beach and right before you get to the beach there are benches and grills and cabanas for people to BBQ at and behind that are tons of beautiful palm trees hiding the beach.

There are a lot of people from all kinds of backgrounds. You can hear people speaking Spanish and on the other side, you can hear country music.

There was so much diversity but even with all this diversity everyone stopped and stared at us when we arrived.

I and my brother look different because we are mixed with Argentina and Guyanese but we look mixed with Spanish or Middle Eastern, and my wife is white American with an England background so that makes my child a mutt maybe that was why we were getting looks?

Oh, and my brother has blue hair wearing a metal spiked belt with ripped jeans looking like a classic punk rocker mixed with a Johnny Depp vibe; so that might of been the other reason why everyone stopped and stared.

I looked at everyone and smiled and said hello, and everyone smiled and said hello back. They were nice and relaxed people.

We finally hit the sand and it is blazing hot so we have run and set up our umbrella for the day. My 18-month-old daughter doesn’t fear much, even the ocean.

This is only her second time in her life going to the ocean (the first time she walked straight in the water and a wave hit her face and she stood there with a big smile and yelled out Beach!) and she still has no fear.

I pick her up and we all head into the ocean. The water is cold and refreshing. The water is blue and clear. My daughter sees boats up ahead and starts saying Ponyo (an anime movie that she loves; she loves studio Ghibli movies).

Also, she plays a game where she takes her water shoes off while we are in the ocean and tosses them and starts saying “Oh no, oh no, shoe” and we all pretend to panic and grab it for her and give it back to her and she starts cracking up. We hang out and build sand castles, eat fruits and snacks, go in the water, get sea shells for about four hours and then we head out for food.

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Pizza Planet

On my search at 1 am, I found a pizza spot that had over one thousand positive Google reviews. We head over. But before we head over there was another spot I wanted to check out that was by a lighthouse.

It is the part of the ocean where spring water meets ocean water and it seemed interesting to check out.

We arrive and all we see are security cars and cop cars everywhere. I find it odd. We parked and headed over. There are tons of people everywhere and they are not friendly.

I am still smiling and saying hello to people but not one person is saying anything back to me; only mean glances. The water was completely still, clear, and up to our ankles to say the least it was boring. The smell of weed, sweat, and alcohol was taking over the air.

Six teenage boys were cursing and fist-fighting over a simple football game that was in the water, and there were children left unattended in the water while all the parents were drunk (it was only 3 pm).

I did not like the environment at all and now can see why there were so many cops present. Oh, and on the right-hand side, it was blocked off and it was the ocean with personal boats zooming by.

We head to the pizza.

The pizza shop was located in a new outdoor shopping plaza that had a merry-go-round, splash pad (my daughter loved it), frozen yogurt, restaurants, whole foods, and my favorite store rei co-op.

The pizza tasted amazing! It was a mix of Brooklyn-style pizza and flatbread pizza.

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Next to the pizza spot was a toddler and baby clothing store.

We enter the store and it is fancy with high prices. A basic shirt was $40 and a dress for her was $60. In the back of the store, there was a table with a play tea set for children to play with and my daughter started playing.

The store owner, a Guatemalan woman with three kids of her own, came up to her and started talking to my daughter like a baby.

My daughter looks at her and says “Hi, teacup” and hands the store owner the teacup.

The store owner jumps up in shock and says OMG she can talk? I said yes she says hundreds of words and even almost knows all of her ABCs.

She said “It scared me because she looks too small to talk. We started talking to each other and she fell in love with my daughter and started to give her toys to take home for free.

I told her no it is okay and she insisted we did because she is too cute and smart. My daughter of course was loving this and was showing off all her words and jokes. The store owner gave her a light-up chicken and I asked my daughter what sound a chicken makes she said “Pok Pok Pok” and wobbled her feet and body like a chicken.

The store owner said to me that the world is a crazier place now than it was ten years ago. I said, “Yes, the world will always be crazy, but it is the relationships that we build that will keep us safe, not money or items”. I said, “that is why my whole life I always focused deeply on building lasting relationships with people, and if they can hang or don’t want to I let them go”. She looked at me astonished and said I can see you running for the presidency. We all laughed.

She said bye to all of us and we all said thank you, and she told me and my wife that we have lovely family and that my daughter is social just like her dad.

We end the day buying random gelato ice creams, teas, and snacks at Whole Foods, and my daughter plays with other toddlers at the splash pad.

We drive back home and our daughter takes over an hour’s nap and wakes up happy. The entire long day we had and she never once cried, or whined.

I have two little brothers, two little nieces, and two little cousins that I have seen all grow up and also helped take care of, and it is just not common in my perspective for a baby to not cry once.

For the majority of her life, she has not cried, whined, or had a temper tantrum. I know she is young and it will get more complicated, but I know that she is special and my wife and I are blessed to have her.

My wife puts on her favorite movie on my wife’s phone My Neighbor Totoro.

It was a beautiful and amazing memory that me, my wife, my brother, and my daughter will always have and cherish.

Getting lost is sometimes what your soul needs. You never know where your soul will lead you.

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For some reason when my daughter is happy and content, it makes me want to cry with joy. At night I lay in bed and wonder how I got so lucky to have her soul be a part of my life. She has my soul. My wife has my heart.

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I Was Only In Kindergarten

November 28, 2025

My first real teacher (besides pre-k) was emotionally vulnerable in front of me and she made unfair attempts to reprimand me which contributed to my skepticism about the role and integrity of educators.

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Misguided Relationships: My relationships with teachers

I went to preschool when I was three and four years old, but I did not go to school too much because my mom was a stay-at-home mom, so she would keep me at home with her and teach me.

When I entered kindergarten I already knew how to read, and write. I was writing in cursive and print.

When I started kindergarten I believed that teachers were people to look up to and I admired their profession, but as time went on I learned at a young age that teachers are only people and they arent people to be guided by fully.

My kindergarten teacher had a son who was my age and I believe she wanted to compare me and him.

I was a smart, quiet, well-behaved child, and she would make up things to get me in trouble. What did I do when I got in trouble? I would cry my eyes out. Why would I cry my eyes out?

Because I wanted to do the right thing for myself, society, and God (I was in a private Christian school). I would cry so much that they would have to call my parents. What are the things I would get in trouble for? She would say I was talking to girls during nap time, and I wasn’t.

These girls all liked me and would scoot their mats towards mine and talk to me and I would ignore them, but she would try to blame me even though you could hear little girls talking to me and me not responding.

She accused me of cheating on my math HW because she said my number 5 looked too good to be written by a kindergarten student. So after class my parents came in and she had to watch me with my parents write the number 5 on paper multiple times and to her astonishment it was me writing that number.

Also, the thing that she did that hurt me the most, that I loved reading and writing at a young age, was she put me in the lowest reading group when I was reading better than the highest reading group.

Even the kids would ask me why I wasn’t in the higher reading group, and she didn’t put me in the higher reading group until the last quarter of the year (I was reading chapter books by then and the books in class were like 15 pages with one sentence on them).

I am not a teacher but not that I am older I feel that it might have been wrong to openly tell a bunch of 5-year-olds that you are the low readers and you are the high readers and separate us.

Now there are other examples but you get the gist of it.

The icing on the cake that would make me question the concept of teachers and their roles in society at a young age would be seeing my teacher cry.

It would be multiple times a week and my mom would stay after school to help my teacher clean up and set up class for the next day. I would be in the classroom with my little brother who I would help take care of and play with him until we had to leave.

On multiple occasions, my teacher would be talking to my mom and then start crying and telling her how awful all the teachers were to her at the school and about other life concepts.

Seeing my teacher cry at such a young age revealed to me that they are only human and it made me question them (authority) on what they thought was right and wrong. She tried to get me in trouble for things I know she knew I didn’t do; in my head it made me question her morals and her leadership. I thought to myself this can’t be all teachers.

My first real teacher (besides pre-k) was emotionally vulnerable in front of me and she made unfair attempts to reprimand me which contributed to my skepticism about the role and integrity of educators.

These incidents humanized teachers for me but also made me question their authority and judgments. These experiences planted seeds of doubt in my mind about the reliability and morality of those in positions of power and education.

If this was my only incident with teachers in my life then I would say that I am being over dramatic, but sadly it isn’t. From elementary to high school, and even college I have similar stories of teachers which ultimately led me to feel misguided in the concept of society that is supposed to make me feel guided: Education.

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Father

November 12, 2025

Today is my birthday and I have turned 30 years old. Here are my thoughts and feelings.

Being a dad gives me purpose in my life

I am feeling so emotional. I love my life and everyone in it. I love my kids and my wife.

Emily and Vincent are truly perfect. Being a father and husband gives me purpose in my life that I have been looking for since I was a child.

All these years that have passed by me where I was searching for an answer through religion, Jesus, spirituality, souls, writing, creating music, music, relationships, reading books, creating, ideas, sports, friends, etc. everything I tried and every relationship does not come close to being a father and husband.

Being a father to my kids and spending time with them and talking to them and playing with them for hours everyday is my purpose and give me so much joy and emotions that it makes me want to cry with happiness.

I am so glad that I had kids because it is the greatest feeling that a human can experience in my opinion. I know that being a parent or having kids or being married isn’t for everyone because nothing is for everyone.

I know that parenthood is going to get more difficult as they grow old and one day they will have their own family, but I am ready for all of it.

Working with Sara raising our kids is something that I love doing.

I love all the small moments we have with our new family.

I love when we all are hanging around and doing nothing just talking and making each other laugh and making silly sounds.

We all give each other 100 percent attention and thoughts and emotions.

I wish these days didn’t go by so fast and I wish that I could pause these moments or at least capture them and put them away so that maybe one day I can experience it again.

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Do We Live Forever In Words That No One Will Ever Read?

November 4, 2025

A man alone in a lighthouse writing to his true love who has vanished from this earth some time ago.

Lighthouse Ghost Stories

We will be together soon my love, I am here writing about you, and for you.

You see this lighthouse gets lonely since I am the only one here, but I will shine this light into the night and wait for you to arrive again.

I have stories that will last a lifetime, and I will write them down in this journal. The sad truth is there is no one here to read these stories, only me. Will our lives, our love stories, vanish from this world?

Does anyone care about the stories we had before you left this earth before you left me behind?

I am writing these stories down with ink so our love will last forever. Someone may find this book and carry on our lives.

Word lasts forever and so do souls.

Oh, how I miss you, my love! Every wave that crashes onto this lighthouse, reminds me of your lovely kisses.

Even though I am isolated from society, living and working in this lighthouse, I feel purpose here. I am better here knowing that I am saving these ships from destruction.

At night is when I feel you the most. The empty spiraling staircase reminds me of when we would dance together in the darkness. My hand holding yours and your body spinning as your dress floats and spins in the air for a brief moment of time.

I will wait for your return. That is all I can do.

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Are We Talking To People Or Just Echoes Of Social Media Algorithms?

October 16, 2025

An observation on where humanity’s souls are going. Is it a good or bad thing? What truly is individuality?

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I look into some people’s eyes and I see a hollow soul. An empty heart that is barely feeling.

I wonder if it is because of social media. Too many hours a day, every day, doom scrolling. Don’t they want more from life? Isn’t there more to life than scrolling on your phone and looking at videos, and images?

Many people are hooked and can’t stop.

I honestly can tell the difference when having conversations with people whether they are strangers, friends, or family, if they use social media too much.

A few signs are a lack of concepts to talk about, a lack of confidence when speaking, and a lack of independent thinking and thoughts. When they speak I can hear sentences and concepts that sound like the internet.

At that point, when you sound like the internet and social media, who are you really?

I do not at all think I am better or smarter, and it doesn’t make me bothered that these people are hard to talk to. It is only an observation.

An observation on where humanity’s souls are going.

Many people are following an algorithm that they absorbed on social media. Is this a good or bad thing? What are we supposed to do with our lives instead of following the main wave of society? I have no idea.

Once again this is only an observation.

The reason why I am not one of these kinds of people (which is probably a majority of people my age which is in their twenties) is because I never wanted to act like anyone.

I always wanted organic thoughts, and I always cared about being an individual. I am not afraid to be an outcast and I can never give up my freedom of thought and speech.

I rather talk to people about life and what they think are the answers to life’s questions than to scroll and like images and videos online.

Does this make me a better person? My answer would be no because there are no right answers in these fragile and short lives we live.

I understand that I am going against the main wave and it leads me to have fewer friends.

It also leads me to have unfulfilling conversations with people where the conversation is one-sided. At times I do feel a bit down inside because I wonder what is wrong with me.

Why can’t I talk about normal things and actually enjoy it?

When I was young I would challenge people’s lives and question them, and these conversations would get heated, and the result would lead to them not wanting to talk to me.

When I had these kinds of conversations with people I was always respectful and only used words and logic, but they would always use emotions and only emotions.

Now that I am a bit older I try to keep my mouth quiet and only nod my head, ask the questions they want to hear, and agree with them.

This method has helped me, and I haven’t gotten into an interesting life-questioning conversation with anyone (besides my wife) in years, but the truth is I miss them.

I miss confusing people and challenging their souls. I miss questioning people’s lives and my life in front of a group of people and hearing everyone’s emotions and words twisting together.

I am not sure if I am doing the right thing or not, but my conversations have been quiet and simple.

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Take Me Back To The Night When I Found You

October 4, 2025

Our souls are connected; we always have felt it.

Misguided stars light up the night, something in me knows tonight is the night.

I always knew it was you.

Youthful hearts beating to the rhythm of the universe. I can’t get my mind off of you.

Everything feels right, and there is not much more I can do, except to stop chasing you, and finally hold you.

There are people everywhere standing around, and talking. As soon as you enter the room my eyes lock onto you. That dark blue dress with all those sparkles on it makes me in awe.

You are the one who will save me.

You shine so brightly, you are my lighthouse, guiding me to shore when the sky gets too dark and the storm is overwhelming.

Your glowing eyes catch my eyes and take my soul away.

In a second we are together face to face, and my arms around your waist. We are slowly dancing, and I swear no one else is in the room.

You are my home.

You look at me, your back is against my chest, and you turn to me and kiss me so softly.

This is the moment I knew I loved you.

A kiss that will forever take my soul.

It has been 13 years since that kiss, but I promise every kiss you have given me over these years has felt exactly the same.

Sometimes certain songs make me miss the youthful bliss, but growing old with you has been so special.

At a young age, I knew you were the one for me. We have a connection, and to me connections are rare.

They only come a few times in someone’s life. Connections are instant, and you feel like you knew this person your whole life. You don’t have to create the relationship; you have to rediscover it together.

While having chemistry with someone is different. Chemistry you have to create a relationship with someone and you usually start at square one. Over time the relationship gets stronger, but it is usually a calm journey.

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The Unconscious Is Structured Like A Language

September 29, 2025
Understanding the unconscious with Jacques Lacan, a French psychoanalyst and psychiatrist, helps us make sense of our actions and self-awareness.

The Unconscious Is Structured Like A Language

It is interesting to think that we have the knowledge to understand that we are separate from our environment. The notion of self; is that each of us exists as a separate individual being, who can view the world through our own eyes.

This concept is what makes us human and has been discussed throughout centuries. Self-awareness is the foundation of knowledge. We know we exist outside our environment.

What a powerful concept to ponder.

Jacques Lacan, a French psychoanalyst and psychiatrist, has researched and contributed significantly to the understanding of the unconscious.

He is said to be the most controversial psychoanalysis since Freud. He was born in 1901 and died in 1981.

One of his concepts that intrigues me is that “the unconscious is structured like a language.”

He believes that our unconscious mind is like a language with its own syntax, logic, and grammar. He states that our unconscious follows rules and patterns.

In order to survive we must make sense of the environment in which we are born.

Of course, Jacques Lacan goes more in-depth into the unconscious but I will only discuss how the unconscious is structured like a language and how that can help improve our mindsets in life.

Here is a resource if you want to look more into his work: (https://esource.dbs.ie/server/api/core/bitstreams/d696d359-428e-45e5-9ff1-0aeba0a78010/content)

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What Does This All Mean For Our Self-Awareness? Here Are 3 Benefits
1. Recognizing that unconscious processes may influence our thoughts and behaviors makes us self-reflect which can lead to greater self-awareness and personal growth.
2. By identifying illogical patterns in our actions and thoughts, we can better understand the underlying unconscious motivations which can help us make positive life choices.
3. Understanding unconscious drives can help resolve conflicts by addressing deeper issues rather than surface-level disagreements which can help with conflicts in relationships.
Unconscious Thoughts Is Where The Soul Lives

Trying to discover your unconscious thoughts is like trying to discover your soul. It takes deep thinking for many hours every day to figure out how to analyze yourself.

The true question is what is “yourself” does it matter to find it or discover it?

We are all always evolving in our lives and if you can figure out illogical thinking patterns it can help you make positive decisions for your personal life, not for what society wants.

How do you truly want to live? What are your morals? What does love mean to you?

To figure these questions we must first understand our unconscious mind; we must figure out our souls. The most powerful thing we can do is think.

I always question what people say, and I question their beliefs. It doesn’t always promise a comfortable conversation, but it always leaves me with new knowledge about what I believe in and what I don’t believe in.

I question who I am every day, and I question the environment I am living in. It is strange to think that everyone is living millions and millions of unique different lives all around me.

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A Series Of Being Misunderstood

September 20, 2025

A new idea I have on what to write about. Times and moments of misunderstandings I have had in my life. Is there anything to learn from it or is life full of random events with no meaning?

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Entry #1

A series of being misunderstood

I am a misunderstood individual. I have realized that I do it to myself.

I am a walking contradiction and have mixed beliefs and views on almost everything.

I am a thinker, so therefore nothing is concrete, no idea, concept, or belief, but I do have my own beliefs. I understand that everyone is living different lives and we all are complex individuals with changing emotions and thoughts.

How can any of us be right? How can any of us be wrong? At the end of the day, who cares?

Try to search for what is meaningful to you but don’t hold on to it too closely.

Question it. Research it. Learn other positions that might be opposite of what you believe in because it will either help you understand your stance more deeply or it might open your mind to a new belief.

I don’t get mad if someone has a different belief than me. I am only curious about why and how they believe in it.

I don’t think that I am right, or wrong; I only think that I am a human being who is changing everyday. We all no matter what are growing either in a negative or positive way.

I Try To Be A Good Citizen

I want to share stories with you about moments in my life where I have been completely misunderstood.

Where I have been hurt, or put down for no reason.

From childhood stories, high school stories, and even now as a grown man people completely misunderstand me.

I try to trust in humanity, and I try to be civilized and polite, but somehow I always end up being misguided. I understand that in life we all will go through some kind of misunderstanding with people, but it happens to me a little more often, and people are a little more rude towards me.

I am an outgoing and happy person. No matter who you are or where I am at I will look into people’s eyes and say hi to them, and if they want to we can have a conversation.

I am an open person as well as my family. Even my 16-month-old daughter looks at people in the eyes and says Hi!

Disney World Gets Crazy Sometimes

It might sound like I am over exaggerating or whining but if you keep up with my writings you will see that I have been involved in strange situations with strangers and family members.

Some examples would be at Disney with my two little brothers one of them seven, the other was thirteen, and my wife who was my girlfriend at the time was sixteen. I was seventeen and we all were on the monorail at Disney World.

We were heading back home. Me, my brothers, and my girlfriend (who is my wife now) were talking about the day we had and smiling and laughing with each other.

An older woman with two little girls sitting beside her tapped in on my lower back (I was standing) and I looked back at her and she looked angry and told me “You all need to stop laughing at my children”.

I couldn’t believe what she said. I said, “I am sorry but there is a misunderstanding, I didn’t even see you or your children behind me, and I am laughing with my family”.

Then her husband from across the monorail yells at me and says “Is there a problem that I have to fix” he was saying it aggressively at me.

The wife says “It’s okay” and I say “Your wife thinks I am laughing at them but I am laughing with my family and it is a misunderstanding”.

This grown man stood up and yelled at me “Shut up!”

I said, “I do not have to shut up because I am an American and I have the freedom to speak”.

This comment made him angry, he began to yell more and use curse words at me.

Then he looked at his friend (both of them had their children’s strollers in their hands) and said looks like we have to teach him a lesson.

I say “Go ahead, I am not scared of either of you”.

The monorail door opens and I tell my little brothers and girlfriend to leave first because I didn’t want anything to happen to them.

They leave and as we are exiting the monorail the two grown men try to hit me with their children’s strollers.

Luckily the park was crowded and we all got scattered in the crowd.

I couldn’t see them and I guess they weren’t looking for me. So I headed toward the main entrance and my brothers and girlfriend were there waiting for me. I told them “Everything is okay, let’s go home”.

I was only seventeen years old; having a good time with my family and girlfriend.

We all were season pass holders and would go to disney world all the time.

This was a strange event that I still think about ten years later because what did I do?

Is it the way that I look or act? Or was it that this family had a long stressful day and wanted to take it out on someone?

Well, this is not my only story like this; I have plenty of more that I will be writing about.

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Cycling Through Trees

September 13, 2025

A rainy bicycle ride in a forest full of trees turns into thoughts that lead me to my love.

Pedal Forward

I am riding my bike fast through a forest.

There are coast redwood trees high above me. Each second the trees past me as I pedal forward.

I do not look back because this is a difficult trail to ride. I need to focus on what is ahead. There are dark clouds above me, and I am starting to feel raindrops on my head.

I keep moving faster, and the faster I go the more I zone out.

My mind goes to a different place. I feel as if I am looking at myself from above, watching myself riding my bike through the woods in the rain.

I love the smell of damp leaves and I love seeing the raindrops fall ever so slowly off the leaves.

What does all this mean? Our existence, what does it mean?

Why are there so many distractions?

I am doing too much lately. I need to focus on one thing, on one book, on one concept.

Stop trying to figure out everything all at once, take a step back, and pick one thing to work on or at least a few things. I analyze myself and feel like I haven’t done anything. I haven’t learned anything.

I made it out of the forest, and now I am on an empty street.

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Alone

The road is wet, the sky is dark, and there is a forest full of trees on both sides of me as I ride on this uninhabited road. I feel hollow inside. Are we all truly alone?

I need to be more positive.

These magnificent trees, are so old and know so much. They benefit the earth so greatly. I always get humbled whenever I am around them. The secrets they hold of times past.

It’s all connected; the past, present, and future.

I wonder who my ancestors were, would they like who I am? Sometimes I think that they are with me. I know that sounds strange, but all their genetics are within me somehow. Right?

All the decisions they made led up to me, and my life. Are my life choices somehow connected to them?

The seasons may change, and the leaves may fall, but we will always be the same tree standing tall.

I make this poem up in my head and when I get home I will write it down in my journal.

I am almost home.

My Love, You Are My Home

My home is wherever my love is; my wife is my love, she is my home.

I see the lights on in our house and I am heading over there quickly.

I begin to feel butterflies in my soul, and I have flashbacks of our youthful years in high school where I would chase her around with my heart on my sleeve, she knew she captured me, but she wanted to be chased because she wanted to know for sure how deep my love was for her. She needed to trust me, and I showed she could trust me.

She can trust me with forever.

Me and my wife were always connected, and we always have felt it.

song created by Author. Here is a song I made that influenced this article.

This was a short fiction story mixed with some facts. Thank you for reading.

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Question My Youth As A Youth

August 29, 2025

Walking down a dark road alone with my skateboard in my left hand and my heart on my sleeves.

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It’s 10:30 pm, I am sixteen and it’s a Sunday night.

I like going out and skating at night because I feel so vulnerable and sometimes scared.

I live in suburbia mixed with country backroads and land.

As I skateboard I see subrubian copy-paste homes, empathy streets, light traffic roads, sounds of frogs, and the feeling of stillness.

I am walking on a dark street, no cars are present, only me and my thoughts.

I think to myself “What is the meaning of my existence?”, “What is the point of my actions?”, “Do my life choices even matter, do they truly affect my future?”.

I knew I was in high school and I felt my youth. I would contemplate in my mind “How do I still act young and at the same time make the right choices for my future.”

No one understood me. I was a “popular” kid, played sports, got good grades, and had tons of friends, most girls wanted to date me, listen to different music, play instruments, and so on.

Sometimes when you are too well-rounded it makes you an outcast.

I was a strange outcast because I was liked by everyone but no one related to me.

I never acted like a celebrity and I never followed any culture. I always act like me. I’m not sure if that makes sense.

I sound so stupid and childish I think to myself. I am feeling moody tonight.

I am sick of thinking in my head so I drop my plan B skateboard that has a sticker of a panda on the bottom of it and I put in my headphones and shuffle a playlist on my iPod nano.

I always listen to weird, soft music that people think is lame. I don’t care because it speaks to me.

Music always helps cure my soul when it is feeling a bit sick.

The song that randomly plays is a song called Plans by an artist named Plug In Stereo. One of the lyrics that hits me is:

Our plans keep on changing as we’re growing older

This kind of music and lyrics truly inspired me to create my own music as a young kid who felt lost and different. The positive and deep lyrics, soft guitar playing, and questioning youth.

I would show these kinds of songs to my friends, and even my songs to them but they would say it is soft and say that I am not a man because I sang about love, and how beautiful souls are when you are in love with someone’s.

Image created and taken by the author why he was skateboarding when he was 16 years old for his music EP

Here is one of the songs that I made when I was 16 for this EP called “I Remember”.

I better get home before I get in trouble I say to myself.

Then I look up to the starry sky and wonder about my beautiful girlfriend. I want to give her the world.

I kick and push my way back to the suburban neighborhood that holds so many memories in it, back to that house where my family is, and where so many memories were created.

As I skate I grow tired and feel lost, but I enjoy the feeling because it means I am alive.

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