Experience is a Gift

Experience makes us who we are. Everything teaches us something. These "lessons" (this isn't the appropriate term, but I can't get it out exactly, so I'll just say lessons) can be blatantly in your face, or simply hidden behind layers of what seem to be insignificant moments. That it was I truly believe. I just see it all on a weird level that most people don't understand. Maybe it is the drugs I have done, the journeys that have transpired, the battles within my mind and soul, and the crazy events of my own life. But that is what has come out of everything. Let me explain that a bit further. Every experience educates us, slowly sculpts away at our thought process, and beliefs. We are like a slab of everchanging marble that is constantly chipped away. We are never turned into a Michaelangelo masterpiece, because the masterpiece never comes, because no one can be perfect. Catch the drift? You don't have to look for meaning in every little thing. Just acknowledge and respect. That will teach you enough about everyday life. I am not saying there isn't meaning behind things, because that is not true. Events transpire and sometimes they mean the world. These are the events that shatter/affect your life in ways that you may not realize till days, weeks, months, and/or years later. And this can be both good and bad. Life is the ultimate teacher. There is no better instructor. Its just a matter of will you accept what it is trying to teach you or will you spit it out and ignore it.

The School of Pain and Pleasure
The School of Hate and Love
The School of Defeats and Victories
The School of Life and Death

All phrases are appropriate if inspected and pondered.

Someone called me a preacher once. I am not a preacher in those terms. I am simply observing and passing forward what I see under the magnifying glass. Love me or hate me. Ignore me or understand me. Nothing but love.