You cannot tell, well you can but... somebody how to take their lives less seriously. If one has intensity burning inside, it's a good bet that intensity was there and developing from a very young age. That water spout is unable and is unwilling to be turned down by its very nature. Society and life itself can turn that spout into a spit over time, but that does nothing to relieve a still burning intensity in "some" area of ones life that never really goes away. If good intentions and creativity serve as the foundation of an intense spirit or desire or burning for the best most massive part of you, then I believe this world would like to see and hear it.

Kenny Wayne Shepherd - Blue on black (With lyrics)

Life is a series of stages mixed with unexpected things... unexpected things. From these "broken" spots can come a new pathway or design for ones life. As we all know, each of us is in charge of the ways in which we view the world and our place in it. I think the best way to find that personal rhythm is to act not on impulse, but more on a sort of chaos with a plan. It's a mixed bag loaded with experience, heartbreak, and utter happiness along with everything in-between. It may not be fame and fortune... or any fortune at all. You may want to live in total anonymity with absolute freedom to be who and what you are. This of course only applies to those looking to not do harm... to anyone... ever!

Eric Clapton - My Father's Eyes (Live Video Version)

I can remember like it was yesterday my father telling me over and over again the importance of finding a job. From an early age I was rolling the mower (my Bigwheel) through the neighborhood with a trailer my father built for me to pull the gas-can. I remember rolling that mower through the yard with the leaves crackling beneath all the heavy equipment. I remember my father standing and smiling as he toked on his Kent Golden Light shorties. He had a pop belly then just like all the other rail dad's. I swear there should be a hug your favorite railroad engineer day. I have never met one who wasn't a total pain in the ass. But when push comes to shove, you will never find a more loyal individual than someone of the railroad persuasion. All his friends are gone now and his wife, my mother, is engaged in a battle with Alzheimer's. Nobody in the family ever calls them or sends them cards in the mail with the exception of the oldest. The only thing they both did their entire lives was work and pay the bills and give each of us our own individual and cherished experience in life growing up. Times could be good and times could be bad and times could be all and everything between. I suppose most families are like that and the word "normal" cannot be applied. I told them a long time ago I would be there. I am there.

I don't think people appreciate the fact that nothing is what it seems and everything is really in the way you see it. No matter what anybody says, no two people see the world in the same way(s), no two people.As young people we break ourselves off into groups... the final testing ground and pregame, so to speak, is high school. High school breaks society down into its various social and economic parts where groups (children of community players and non players and everything in between) learn how different they really are from each other. The formulation of group identity seems to be based in the rhythmic expressions of humanhood and the development of one's own acting ability while operating within a framework of people where similar interests exist... but change with age.

My earth my beautiful earth. Way out in the middle of nowhere and everywhere at the same time. You are so small, so blue in a sea of absolute darkness. You sit alone in a trillion mile wilderness of stars and time. You are a wonder. If there is something out there, then that same something must exist here, in you my earth my beautiful earth of which I cannot escape.