Garden of Weeds

I interrupt this voyage to bring you some other thoughts. ...Why not?
See I think I am going to fall of course (off course). How can I be relating the past and avoiding the present.? If I stay there I will be constantly telling you my past.
I need to move forward I think...
Well this is as forward as I get right now. I am at a turning point in my life...(Don't be surprised. It happens about every three months) I am a creature of exaggerated changes. Many of them are not seen. I go through entire revolutions of thought and feeling in my head before I say hello in the morning.
Mexico is also a breeding ground for my revolutions. It is the place that makes me certain of the things that I love and the person I want to be. It is there that I admire who I am and what my life is about. This trip had some interesting surprises that made me realize that it is not necessarily others, who I thought were my glue, that made me feel this way. It is the environment of necessity, honesty, art, creation and hunger that makes my soul wake up. Here I am telling you the past again...
Write now I take my life with hope....as I do....many days. I start over again today. I am in love with the idea of hope. I have been told most of my life that I am in love with being in love....(which I find somewhat ridiculous of a statement but understandable) Actually I am in love with hope and the idea..I am in love with formulating an existence out of something you do not know or understand..... Something that isn't born until you conceive it. When it does exist you find it fooled you because it was another color and another smell, like a dream with a different outcome in every corridor. This isn't the point though...The point is in opening your eyes everyday and looking for a new dream to inhabit.
If you are a child of change, the only thing to do is live comfortably in the changes and grow stability like a garden outside of your heart...unless you can take the heartbreak of falling just for the rush...I like my garden..even if the weeds are taller than I am and aggressive..They also have flowers and ideas...They survive.