Best Coast

My head is clear and my heart is steady

I've been here far too long

I've gained so much but I know I'm ready

To sing a different song

A song full of colors and seasons 

Subways and sidewalk displays

Each rhyme with its own reason

Skyscrapers and yellow cars

A banker in stride with a fashionista 

A mad hatter sitting next to Mona Lisa

A sinner shares a ride with a saint

A dancer holding hands with a poet

This is New York City and you know it

I'm sick of the who's who and the glitz

The orange tans and rock hard tits

I may be judgemental but I need to go

If not I might not ever know

The East coast is screaming my name

I have no choice but to answer with a smile

And pray that this be worth my while

The Things We Reach For

"Success", much like the term "perfect", is intangible. Those who speak of it will most likely not ever achieve it. If you truly put every ounce of passion and every bead of sweat into what you do, the rest will follow. If you spend your whole life with your eye on one thing, you are being unrealistic. It's not about order, clarity, or planning...it's about losing yourself. Do not obsess over all of the imperfections...embrace them. Do not focus on the things that you lack, focus on the things that you have, and flaunt them. Do not dwell so much on the past, do not dream so much of the future, but open your eyes and look at the things that are right in front of you. The present is all we have, so perhaps if we just do our very best every day, then life will fulfill itself.