My Theory On Life Today.

Growing up I always questioned everything. It wasn’t necessarily aloud, but in my head I’ve always found there to be a million questions being asked simultaneously. I’ve also always found that, contrary to logic, whatever that is, that there’s one answer to every question that I’ve ever asked, or has ever been asked in general. The answer is that it’s whatever I, or the individual wants it to be. It’s all popular opinion.

Having this idea as a power-hungry kid, I always hated the long lasting power of  the person who first decided the sky was blue. I never understood the power we as a species gave certain “Facts” that I knew was purely an opinion of another human like myself, that overtime grew to be a fact. I wish I could say I don’t care if I’m viewed as crazy, but I do, so allow me to elaborate. I do believe the sky is blue, but what I’m saying is that long ago there was an individual like you and I who decided the names of colors. With that said, If I want to say blue is now green, I  believe it’s 100 % acceptable. Blue is whatever I want it to be, just like it was for that individual many years before me.

This idea has also lead me to question all religious text, not God, but religious text. I never understand how people could lead a whole lifestyle scripted for them by another Individual. We’re all patrons at a restaurant, eating the same thing, and trying to find out the chef’s secret recipe. However we will never know, and in a world of never knowing the answers are endless, and completely subjective. I’ve always joked that I was going to write my own religious text; I’m not sure If I ever will, but  explaining my idea of life seems like a good starting point.

I think that life  was once a large landmass, that overtime has become an extremely thin island surrounded by an ocean of success and failure. Life’s island isn’t necessarily beautiful, but it’s beauty is unmatched. I find it to be unmatched because on this island is the only time we are who we truly are.

The phrase “You are who you are when no one looking.” is a top ten sentence of all time in my opinion. It holds extreme truth, but It’s rare that no one is looking. Even if we are alone, we judge ourselves for who we really are, and we reject it. However, when on life’s island no one is looking, not even ourselves, and the beauty of the true self, good or bad, is peerless.


In the past, I believe that finding ourselves on life’s island wasn’t remotely as rare as it is today, In fact it wasn’t an Island at all, and we  existed solely as our true selves. Today, most of us only spend 2-3 minutes in total on Life’s island in a lifetime if were lucky. Life has come to be defined by popular opinion. The kid from compton rejects  being a teacher. the closeted athlete rejects coming out.

Life has equally come to be defined as the sum of our successes, and failures, so we’re constantly losing ourselves in waves of the two.

The mission is finding success, it’s no longer finding ourselves. I am not totally against this, because I understand we must constantly adapt to grow. However, we must understand that there’s but a thin island, or line as they say, between success and failure. We must adapt by not solely seeking to find some form of success, but still our true selves as well. Because If we seek to find ourselves as well as success, we will never drift too far away from both in the waves of failure.


Find yourself, and success is only a step away.

My theory on life today.



The once enthralling couple had been arguing aloud for weeks now, and internally for the past year.  Their time was coming to an end, and they knew it. In a bedside drawer were  the matching watches they had gotten many years earlier for their two-year anniversary, and they sensed it as well.

“Hey?” the first watch said shakily to the other.

The second watch remained silent.

The first watch spoke again. “You feel it too . . . don’t you?”

The other watch still remained silent.

“Speak to me! Tell me something! Tell me you still love me! tell me you’re scared to . . . Tell me it’s okay.” Said the first watch again. More urgently, and more shakily.

“I’m scared.” the Second watch finally whispered.

“Have you stopped loving me as well?” The first watch pushed. “Are our emotions parallel to our owners? Because I don’t feel any different for you if they are.”


“And I feel no different for you.I still love you of course, but it would be lying to ourselves, if we didn’t admit that we felt our time together was running out. Because it is, as sad as it is to admit, It is.”

A deafening silence swept over the tiny drawer.

“We can’t.” The first watch finally spoke again.

“We can’t what?” the second watch asked.

“We can’t run out of time . . . It’s impossible, and I won’t let it. We are watches remember.”  explained the first watch.


“There are no but’s we are watches! we can’t run out of time, we  encompass everything time is! It’s an idiotic thing to even think.”

“It’s not an idiotic thought at all, but instead an inconvenient truth honey. Of course I remember we are watches, but we could never encompass everything that time is don’t you see?  Time itself, never runs out. It is the only true immortal. It is beyond any substance, or thought  in this universe. Time shared between two things however, always comes to and end at some point in life. Even if we were humans we would still run out of time together at some point. You see, nothing truly lasts forever, and this principal holds no exceptions for no person nor objects. Not even us watches. ” The second watch replied tenderly and carefully.

“Is there no way to fight it?” The first watch whimpered.

“Fight it? No.  I’m sure we could prolong it to some extinct, but why go against nature.  I have always been twelve seconds ahead of you sweetheart. I have always known these things, and though it has brought me sorrow it has offered me the ability to appreciate the moments we have shared even more.”

“twelve seconds behind or not, I know one thing, there is no watch  whom I have rather spent my time with. I’ll love you forever, time cant separate that. This I know.” The first watch said confidently.

“Yes baby, you are right. I’ll love you forever as well.”

They fell in silence again. Days passed.

“Is that everything?”  Said a voice.

“Almost I just need to find one more thing.” Said Shane, the male companion from the fading couple.

“What is it?” The voice said aggravated.

Shane didn’t answer.

He walked over to the bedside drawer where the two watches remained, and opened it. Before he knew it an ocean of memories flooded his brain, and an ocean of tears his face.  He looked down on the two watches, and began to remember the look on his now wife’s face when they exchanged gifts in her dorm room, so many years ago. He remembered how nervous he was, and how serendipitous it turned out to be that they both got each other watches. The same watch at that. He then remembered how nervous she claimed to be as well, but how effortlessly poised she came across to be.  Finally, he remembered how much he loved his soon to be ex-wife back then, and how much he still does. As he took this trip down memory lane the watches whispered.

“The time has come.” Said the second watch softly.

The first watch remained silent.

The second watch continued uncharacteristically shaky. “ I won’t ever forget the day we met, the love in our owners eyes, the love between us. It is something I will forever cherish. When you understand how time works, you won’t fight to hold on to anything, but appreciate the time you got to spend. That’s what I want you to do with us, okay? ”

“Okay.” said the first watch sadly.

“Good.” answered the second watch.

“Will you think of me?”  asked the first watch shyly.

“Every second of the day, until I stop ticking.” The second watch replied.

Before the first watch could speak again; he was embraced by the familiar hand of his owner, and removed from the drawer.

Their time was up.