48 Page A4 Exercise Book

The question I get asked most often is: ''Kago, how do you keep finding things to write about?'' It's pretty simple - I suffer from romanticising nostalgia. I crystallise the spaces in my memories with different sounds and colours that bring so many things back to life, and it's the chief reason behind my struggle with carrying on after disaster. It drew me into a space of comfort, which actually isn't necessarily bad - it just isn't progressive and if there's one thing we ought to strive for, it's progression. I don't know, I can't really create a vision for what's happening going forward without looking back and within. That's what I do when we all go home, I introspect. I take a look into the ''why'' that kept me going whenever I got tired of trying. Like, assessing my priorities at one stage and how I would ideally approach a situation after the fact... way after  the fact. The centrepiece of my introspe...

Things can happen for no reason. I wrote a little about it, and ruffled a few feathers - that's alright because I push back when ideas become stale. Things can get boring if we agree more than we should. Even in my own mind, I get so frustrated when I don't internalise some kind of new perspective to balance conversations. For instance, we grow up thinking we exist in a space of cause and effect, action and reaction. Quite rightly so, because we do, right? But what do you say to something that happens to you (or for you), out of nowhere? What happens when you can't reconcile the circumambience of your highly detailed trauma with your steadfast stability to stand for the best, as best as you can? I'll tell you what happened to me; I broke. I've been thinking a lot about it, actually. There's been some kind of barrier I can't seem to break through, and it's gotten my emotions all mixed up.  But I think I've uncovered the frustration for wha...

I've been all up in my feelings this past week,  all up  in my feelings - the instinct I have to create is telling me to just... look back, you know? So this is me, getting reflective and pensive to see if I've been progressive. (Spoiler: yes, I have). I took a look through my old blog and, I gotta say, I was genuinely hurt. You know that you can see spiritual injuries? It's not apparent but there are subtle signs which you won't really have the presence of mind to admit you're ailing from until you begin healing. Words are important to me, words are like superpowers; I shape atmospheres, introduce new perspectives, elevate moods and strengthen bonds with them. I'm seeing now that it's a power I abused in ignorance of my pain and rage. I mean, it even looked dark. The craziest one, for me, has to be  https://kenjismindpalace.blogspot.com/2019/08/far-from-home.html . I was definitely not okay. All I did was damage myself - ruminating on the death of my u...

You have limited to no control of your life and the events that impact it. Take it from a guy who thought good people always won, even after the fight - you have limited to no control of your life and the events that impact it. I'm willing to bet that you have a good heart with pure intentions, yes, you. I genuinely believe that people are inherently good and have greater purpose resting on them in the unseen. But for every bit of good that's given to the world, there's more that can be taken by this world. It's an intense realisation - no one cares that you try to do right, not even the universe you exist in. Now, in as much as I enjoy thinking about the universe, I do feel that it's not even the tip of the true spiritual experience some of us are looking for but that's where most folks stop. ''Trust the universe'', and what not. I don't think it's a bad thing, it's just arbitrary - leaves way too many things up to chance...