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Love or fear or to love fear‏ (7/5/2014)

Yo, there’s basically two emotions everything can be distilled to:

  1. Yo, is it out of love

  2. Yo, or is it out of fear

Basically, anger for example is wanting love but not receiving it – wanting to control love and being upset when you don’t get it – Yo, TRULY, LOVE, FEAR AND CONTROL REVOLVE THE UNIVERSE

Well… if you know me, you know I like to offer another option, a fresh take/perspective

Perhaps… loving fear… AKA TO BE IN LOVE WITH FEAR/THE UNKNOWN/WHAT’S OUT OF YOUR CONTROL

If you read this regular, you know my philosophy in a nutshell is simply:

Vibe with life

I.e. let go of controlling the external by creating a long term vision for yourself and being smart with different strategies to get there

For example, a job is a means, that company you want to start is a means to an end, that girl you want to marry is a means to the end

Like some Bruce Less shit – you focus too much on the means and controlling it, you lose the big picture SHIT

I could complain, I’m not making much money with this – yo like 100k internet hits but jut a little money

But, instead (ok, sometimes I complain a little), I more focus on the big picture and am building one means (that I think is best for me) to get to my BIG PICTURE/VISION/GOAL/ maybe dreams, I don’t know

I LOVE FEAR

I love not knowing the future

I LOVE THE FEELING THAT I AM IN CHARGE OF MY LIFE (NOT DEPENDENT ON ANYONE, PERHAPS CUSTOMERS) AND IF I SINK OR SWIM IS UP TO ME

Yo, SUCCESS OR FAILURE????

My choice, yo. It’s FUCKING scary, it’s fearful to put yourself out there (to have your heart on your sleeve) AND I FUCKING LOVE IT.

So, yes, there is FEAR, like a shit load, but yo, I can swim, I can a little more each day.

Also something weird happens when you take control of your life – everything out of your control suddenly seems like, “Fuck it, whatever”, doesn’t stress me so much.

So,

  1. it’s about control, and

  2. it’s about fear, and

  3. it’s about LOVE

And we’re all wrapped up in it.

And If you think you are in control, avoiding fear, embracing love – YO, YOU ARE MISSING LIFE

I.e. this morning I went to Centro to have a quiet coffee and do some work.

Reality: first coffee shop was closed, second didn’t have internet, and my quiet morning included a parade of fire trucks down the main drag – of course, with their lights blaring!!! LOL

So I said, Fuck it, whatever, walked to another coffee shop, and along the way got a quesadilla for lunch, the Xolos (local soccer team is playing) and wrote a blog.

So Yo, I don’t know what strategies, I’ll use for the future – it’s scary as all FUCK.

And, I love it – having life (not me) out of my control.

So, yo, Fuck it, let go, vibe to this (go WITH the moment, not against) and start to LOVE FEAR – TO BE IN LOVE WITH IT.

It maybe the key to success, I don’t know, but MOTHER FUCKING REGARDLESS, IT’S FUN AS FUCK.

And, I love the fear, yo. The future may be unknown, but I’m not.


“To know others is wisdom. To know yourself is enlightenment” / Buddha or some SHIT like that!!! Yo.


Embrace curiosity and love fear. LOL!!!

Lighten up, Yo‏. (7/5/2014)

Yo, learn to have fun with life

Dude, NONE of us gets out alive HAHAHA

Dude, just take things as they come, learn to lighten up, stop complaining, stop whining about how other people are affecting you

You – yes, You – learn how to laugh at life. Something good happens: OK COOL LOL. Something bad happens: OK COOL LOL

Yo, just have faith in your future, believe you are capable without any outside help (Yo, rely on YOU, Yo)

Don’t be dependent on people, don’t stress what other people do so much

TRULY, THIS IS NOT FUCKING ROCKET SCIENCE, JUST FUCKING LIGHTEN UP

Yo, don’t give advice to people, mind your own business, and just

Let go

Take action

Accept what happens with a smile

Because, Yo

WHAT’S THE WORSE THAT CAN HAPPEN???

YOU DIE???

PFFFF… Not that bad.

But do you actually LIVE

Yo, lighten up, and next time say FUCK IT, SURE, WHY NOT???

When, life gives you lemon’s say,

FUCK IT, OK COOL LOL

Dude, just let go, take that action that’s going to make you look at yourself and say, “Well whatever”

People will like you more, you’ll get more pussy, when you Just Let Go and Laugh at life.

Lighten up, Yo.

“I´m sorry, but I´m actually not interested in being friends”, I say as I sip my coffee. (5/9/2018)

“Why not?”, the writer replies as he sets his taza down on the table at the small cafe.

He pauses; should I say the joke?

He takes a deep breath; pauses; looks out the large bay window; turns his head back to me.

“I´m a fungi!”

I turn my head to the large bay window; to the barista; back to the writer.

“No”, I reply.

I pause.

“Yes”, I repeat to him as I pick up my taza, “you are a fun guy. I enjoy these conversations.”

“So”, he says as he sets his taza down and leans back in his chair, “did you want to talk about work assignments?”

I pause.

“Not really”, I reply as I take a sip of coffee, “but.. you know.. what the fuck? 5 pesos and caring gets a phone call home, but not much more.”

I pause again; take a sip of coffee; needs more sugar.

“So”, I say as I lean back in my chair, “did you see the post a couple days ago?”

“No”, he replies as he leans forward and sets his taza down.

“Yeah”, I reply, “I don´t blame you. The blog´s kinda lame.”

I pause.

“Regardless”, I say as I set the taza down, “there was a post a couple days ago–in it, there was a list of 7 writing topics.

I yawn.

“I want you to write essays for each topic, in the first person, present tense.”

I look back to the bay window; I turn my head back to the aspiring writer; this job sucks.

“So”, he replies, “there´s 7 topics–you want how many words for each topic?”

I pause; maybe, there´s some intelligence here?

“500-800 words per essay.”

“When do you need it done?”

“I don´t really care.”

“Consider it done”, the writer replies as he picks up his taza and leans back in his chair.


“So”, my wife says as she gets up from the table in the kitchen, “how was your day?”

“It was nice.”

I pause; it was really nice, actually.

“I gave the assignment to your robotcompanion, then, with the afternoon, I strolled over to the park and ate HAKIlocos as I watched the ducks swim around the pond.”

“That´s nice.”

I pause.

“I know, right!”

“What´s for dinner?”, HR asks as she turns her head to look out the kitchen window.

Isn´t it another school day?

I pause; say something or let it go?

“Hey”, I say as I lean forward and pick up a bag of papitas, “isn´t this a school day?”

She pauses; how´s he know?

“No”, she replies as she leans forward and grabs a bag of papitas, “it´s a holiday.”

Hmm…. can I trust her?

She continues talking, “check the web. It´s a holiday.”

I pull my digitaltelephone out of my pocket; I search for the planet; then, holidays.

She´s right–it is a holiday!

“Ok”, I reply as I put my device back into my pocket, “you´re right.”

As a second thought, I pull it out again.

“But are the school´s closed?”

HR looks away; she turns her head back to me.

“No”, she replies, “the school´s are not closed, instead, I got good grades and was granted an extra day of vacation for the holiday.”

“HR”, I reply as I lean back in the chair and put my hand in the bag of potato chips, “why weren´t you just honest with me?”

“Because it doesn´t really matter”, she replies as she leans forward and picks up her digitalsoda, “I think you need to learn to trust people.”

I pause; she´s right.

So where do

we go from

here, yo?

The road really never ends; it´s stop signs, and traffic lights--and continuing on and on-- and, as soon as you think that you are there, you must leave, to go someplace else.

Everything can change, today, by starting on THAT.

You're going to get 24 hours today

How will you use it?