This morning I woke from a sleep. Not abruptly, just gently, into the dark, a loud fan overhead doing its thing. It's the only means by which I find comfort to sleep with my families central heating unit on.

The mix of cold air and warmth massage my feet to comfort so that I can find rest, quicker.

I wake. I turn to my phone I open my Google docs.

What seems to be an everyday thing for most people as we tend to find our phone when we open our eyes. Before we even find the people we sleep next to. A weird world.

The wrenching begins on my book. There's a weird flowstate that I'm already engaged in, as if I had just finished writing exercises.

I'm curious but not worried about the state I'm in.

I suffer from being overly aware. Too engaged in all things and so many things, feelings, and emotions at once. It's been this way since I could remember.

What I believe is this...

There are forces that operate next to us, underneath us and above us, some within too. Let Carlos Castenada tell it, they are God's. Some people call them ancestors.

They're are not always good nor bad. What's bad and good anyways in the grand scheme of things? Is a asteroid a bad guy if it collides with a planet and disrupts the billions of lives there. I think not. It just is. It's just a happening.

These forces have always been with me. They treat me the worse when I'm doing myself a disservice. So I'm rarely upset with them.

They glue my fingers to a book I've been writing since 2015, since I begun this travel/street art thing. They glue me to habit. They align me.

I listen, the words are gibberish but something to the effect of, "focus on your routine".

We are nothing without it. How do we measure time if everything is dependent on good mood and solid foundation? Will we ever find true strength if we're always waiting for the wind to blow perfectly?

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