"My reality is defined by me and not me by it...."

I'm a hobo,

I’ve always moved around. Since I left the village in Lincolnshire in 1997 I’ve hardly lived in the same house/flat/squat/hovel for more than a few months at a time.

I’m moving again very soon. I like it, I enjoy the hunt for a new abode, the drama of waiting to see if it can be secured in the face of eager competition, winning the race to the acceptance of the offer. I love leaving the old house behind and closing the door for the very last time, it’s something that changes my life forever, a new home.

I don’t like lugging wardrobes up and down stairs and out into the mid-winter rain mind, the day of the event is fraught with bickering and impatience as a rule. The territorial battles that exist only in the home always flair up on moving day. However detailed the conversation about which room will house which person/prop/plant, the mental image is ones own minds eye and the failure for that image to mature without compromise always creates a little ill tempered tantrum.

But not this time. This time, we’re going to do this move with all the serenity, love and inner peace we’re capable of. I’ve come to the conclusion today that moving day is going to be fun, whatever the weather. As a believer in the fact that we create our own reality, rather than reality creates us, I’m sure that going into this day with the total belief that we’ll be singing and dancing in the rain throughout the whole experience will give us the ability to work with each other as a unit, a finely honed and beautiful 8 legged groove machine.

I find that our expectations are the key to how we manifest our reality. I’m fortunate enough to have never suffered with paranoia or a pessimism complex, I guess it’s the way my head was put together, and it’s quite possibly my biggest asset. Certainly, I could look at my life to date and suggest it’s been pretty tricky, laced with obstacles and it’s the reason I’m damaged goods. Thing is though that I don’t think I’m particularly broken from my experiences, It could be said that my life has defined me, existentially, this has to be true. But the more I believe that my reality is within my control, the more my reality is defined by me and not me by it.

I’d suggest that this is true for all of us. Don’t expect the worst from humanity, expect the best. Don’t assume you can’t be the person you aspire to be, because if you believe in yourself you’ll enjoy the journey to failure and the dusting down and the trying again so much more than failing yourself by uttering the words “I wish I could…” whilst wistfully staring into space and wondering why you never did.

Yesterday has no bearing on today and tomorrow cannot stop you living this beautiful moment. Only you stand in your way to a brilliant new reality all of your own making. The time is now, go breathe the fresh air you just imagined….

One love

Jez

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