Syllogistically Speaking

I’ve realized that I’m at a place in my life that don’t need a woman. What I mean is that I don’t need a woman to take care of me or to make me happy. I manage to remember to shower and feed myself most of the time, and I’m pretty darn happy with my life. However, I think the only way that I’ll stop opting to fall asleep in my recliner instead of going to bed is through the influence of a woman. So, syllogistically speaking, if going to sleep in a bed instead of a recliner is a beneficial to me, and a woman is the only way to get me to bed from my recliner, then a woman is beneficial to me. Or at least deductive reasoning would argue such.

Updating my status...

Matthew is losing touch with his dreams. In the wake of the apparent losses he is forging new ones. Dreams of waking to the sunrise. Of bicycling from Denver, Colorado to Eastland, Texas. Of doing what he has always been afraid to do. Of giving the best he has on behalf of another and never expecting anything in return. Of really not caring what others think. Of losing his life to find it. Of letting another praise him, and not his own lips. Of being joyful always. Of becoming a servant to all.

The Answer in the Anomaly

Because a smile broke out this weekend more times than I can count. And I meant every one. Because a friend asked me questions I couldn’t answer, and I found peace in that. Because I woke up late but got there right on time. Because a coffee shop conversation found mystery in hope.

Because a promise realized pays the debt of patience tenfold.