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2
Feb

~Move Mountains~

Work for the life you want. Work hard and with intention. Don’t sit around and wait for someone or some greater entity to hand it to you on a silver platter. Everything that takes away from your drive, passion, and love, takes away everything. Drop everything you can from your present reality but those things that move you forward.

Simply don’t stress out over the little things anymore, because they are all little things. Don’t take everything so seriously or so personally. Stay young in mind if not in body. Don’t allow others to steal your candy or knock the ice cream cone out of your hand. Make jokes, flirt, dance, play, sing, laugh, and love.

Sweet dreams are made of this. A desire to succeed in a challenging world. Trying is all you can do, working at it is all I do. Move mountains with intention, because if there is no hope and no desire to get ahead, you won’t move a grain of sand. What you do in your work to gain the future profoundly describes your being. This realization makes it all very much real in a lavish rose-colored world. You never really get knocked out…just stunned a little bit.

The things that are worth having in this life require work. If it comes easy, unless you’re at that skill level where it should, then it’s not worth your time. You appreciate the things that you have to work for. You will have a tendency to take better care of these things you want for your life if you keep that in mind.

I work on a steep learning curve and sometimes it’s a slippery slope…but I gotta mean ass four-wheel drive and determination. I’ve discovered I have to learn and just get it done because I’m the only one who can. I’ve also learned to stay calm and put one foot in front of the other while helping the other people in my life gain traction.

I’ve never had the ability to be calm, decisive, a safe harbor…for myself or for anyone else. Not until the last year, year and a half. This newfound gentleness comes from staying aware of myself and realizing we all go through shit all the time and I’m no better or no different than anyone else.

I don’t like format constraints on my life, but sometimes they are necessary to get shit done. Once I decide I want to do something there is little short of physically dying that will keep me from it. Take these words and make them yours. Tear them apart, put them back together, and figure out how to write the chapters of your life so they will be a great fucking read.

Now it’s all about being happy even when happy is sitting on the curb waiting on the bus.

“Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.”
-Thomas Chandler Haliburton

Semper Avanti

~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~

9
Nov

Death and Butterflies

I’m just going to introduce this re-blog with a comment I left on the post. You all should just read this. Seriously.

Wow, my friend. Just wow. This post is probably…no it is the most profound one you have ever written on this site. IMHO. It speaks to my spirit which is fifty years old, in this lifetime, and rings truth to the core of what death really means. I mean, as far as we know. Despite all our combined years of paranormal research, we still have no idea what awaits. Our ideas are only that. Humanities egotistical attempt to construct an ideal afterlife. But then there are those intelligent ones who never go to that great beyond…wtf then, my friend… Give your Mama my love and tell her Happy Birthday for me. She sounds like an amazing woman. And Randy, I have read your writings for years and have learned from your wisdom. This blog post is a culmination of that knowledge and just about covers the feeling and beauty of living and dying, in just a few short paragraphs. Bravo, my dear friend, Bravo!!

thevoicesblog

Nobody wants to grow old, right? That’s probably because we know that death comes on the heels of growing old. It’s the natural progression – get old and die. Of course, lots of young people die as well, because this death thing rarely happens on cue; very few of us are prepared, and so it’s always a shock to someone. Still, old age is a sure bet with even odds all the way – you can always count on the same result. At some point, following the process of growing old, we will surely pass away. Done deal. We expect it.

My mother is less than one month from her 100th birthday. She’s been living with the intimate knowledge that something awful is imminent. She’s felt overdue for about 2 decades; living with the idea that “today could be the day.” And she’s understandably torn. Part of her wants to…

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