What's The Difference Page 1
By Anthony Douglas Gere
On this moonlit night in southern california, I'm feeling the affects of life from all angles and
spectrums. You see today, I actually felt as if I was old Ben kinobi from star wars, when the
planet blew up and he felt and heard the voices of people becoming ashes. I say that because
the joy and pain of the world, found its way into my soul and heart today, and I am physically
smiling and shedding a tear at the same time. I feel as though I want to light a match in the
darkness, and speak to my shadow so I won't be interrupted and alone. I want to write
this theory in solitude, and share it with the world on a individual one on one basis. Then I wish
to place a full page ad in the paper, celebrating life and this joy of living it before it ends. I feel as
though, this is one of those moments in life when you take a leap forward, while looking back to
bring along all you have left behind.I'm hypocritical on my own civilized war within myself, and
sympathising with those that feel sorry for me without knowing who the hell they are. I'm feeling
kind of blue, and know on some level many of you won't understand what I'm writing about
today, and are in tune with the music you are dancing to right now. But today I've grown up a
little bit, and I'm about to leave behind the many things that showed me I need to go
forward. So just stay with me, and maybe I will catch up to you in this theory. Know that I'm
doing okay, actually great while sharing with you my selfish thoughts.
For those of you that don't know, and for those that do, this will be the first excerpt of my
second novel. Its almost complete, but I know this particular theory will lead those that want
to follow my words into my written joys and pain. The title I selected is " listening to the
reflection in the mirror". What that means is that, each and every morning when I wake up,
I take a moment and talk to a piece of mirrored glass in my vanity room. I think about how
blessed I am, how uniquely same I want to be, and how can I make a difference in
someones world today. Now when I speak, no words come out, but even my dogs hear
me while they surround my feet with unconditional love. I don't think about the day before,
but I reflect upon it to see the improvements I am both proud and ashamed of at that
moment. I look over at the photo of my grandmother and family, and reaccess while
visualizing am I representing what I want to be, and acting it out in all dimensions on
who and what I actually am. But while deeply looking into myself, I am constantly
remembering how cosmetic I'm about to be, and try to find a balance to take on the
world. You see ninety nine percent of the world doesn't know about my skeletons, my
wicked stories and shameful behavior. Many don't and can't even accept my
accomplishments, so many in my opinion, are quick to fuel their gas tanks with nitrous
toxins that can hurt me deep if they find out. I'm not purposely hiding anything, but I'm
definitely not trying to showcase them either. I guess I'm not really afraid, but somewhat
fearful that all that I have overcome will be tainted if the world knew how many skeletons
I actually put in my closet. Now knowing I don't need to fully explain what that
means, but no, I've never physically killed, maned or destroyed another life. But I have
left a many footprints on living corpus, standing in the way of me excelling and being
the man I am now. Am I proud of that, no, ashamed, no. I am just playing the cards
dealt to me from a crooked deck, someone else set up.
Even while writing this now, I'm doing it like most of my theories, on my PDA sidekick.
But I'm doing this in my car, looking at the moon, listening to pearl jam and smoking
one of my classic Cuban cigars. The air is so calm, the vibe alternative and my mind
slowly going a mile a minute in this of me pouring out my polluted soul in a written
form. You know if I die right now, I want the world to know I'm sorry. I want to wake up
and save so many people, but I'm quick to know many don't need or want to be
saved. And really, who do I think I am to save someone else, when I'm struggling to
save my own ass in the free world I'm a slave to? My lifestyle is so off the hook,
that the simple upkeep on being me is a six figure income alone. But I love it, have
grown accustomed to it and its not like I'm trying to keep up a image, I just can't
imagine it any other way. I know I'm smarter and wiser than the average person, but
then I'm quick to realize I'm dumber than the other half. I'm able to solve corporate i
issues, connect this business with that investor, speak to foreigners with the four
fluent languages I speak, but I can't control the few demons inside of myself
defeating the angels that are keeping alive long enough to see the end. I can buy any
toy in the world, but I can't fix it if it breaks down, so what's the use. I get phone calls
constantly from people that say they were just thinking about me, but then again, don't
hear from those that I don't think about when I should. Its a great feeling to feel like this.
I mean to find some sort of peace in this civilized war, and fight to keep the calm while
knowing it. But lets get back to the theory. Lets get back to the things that makes us
goes forward. Lets get back to life.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
On this moonlit night in southern california, I'm feeling the affects of life from all angles and
spectrums. You see today, I actually felt as if I was old Ben kinobi from star wars, when the
planet blew up and he felt and heard the voices of people becoming ashes. I say that because
the joy and pain of the world, found its way into my soul and heart today, and I am physically
smiling and shedding a tear at the same time. I feel as though I want to light a match in the
darkness, and speak to my shadow so I won't be interrupted and alone. I want to write
this theory in solitude, and share it with the world on a individual one on one basis. Then I wish
to place a full page ad in the paper, celebrating life and this joy of living it before it ends. I feel as
though, this is one of those moments in life when you take a leap forward, while looking back to
bring along all you have left behind.I'm hypocritical on my own civilized war within myself, and
sympathising with those that feel sorry for me without knowing who the hell they are. I'm feeling
kind of blue, and know on some level many of you won't understand what I'm writing about
today, and are in tune with the music you are dancing to right now. But today I've grown up a
little bit, and I'm about to leave behind the many things that showed me I need to go
forward. So just stay with me, and maybe I will catch up to you in this theory. Know that I'm
doing okay, actually great while sharing with you my selfish thoughts.
For those of you that don't know, and for those that do, this will be the first excerpt of my
second novel. Its almost complete, but I know this particular theory will lead those that want
to follow my words into my written joys and pain. The title I selected is " listening to the
reflection in the mirror". What that means is that, each and every morning when I wake up,
I take a moment and talk to a piece of mirrored glass in my vanity room. I think about how
blessed I am, how uniquely same I want to be, and how can I make a difference in
someones world today. Now when I speak, no words come out, but even my dogs hear
me while they surround my feet with unconditional love. I don't think about the day before,
but I reflect upon it to see the improvements I am both proud and ashamed of at that
moment. I look over at the photo of my grandmother and family, and reaccess while
visualizing am I representing what I want to be, and acting it out in all dimensions on
who and what I actually am. But while deeply looking into myself, I am constantly
remembering how cosmetic I'm about to be, and try to find a balance to take on the
world. You see ninety nine percent of the world doesn't know about my skeletons, my
wicked stories and shameful behavior. Many don't and can't even accept my
accomplishments, so many in my opinion, are quick to fuel their gas tanks with nitrous
toxins that can hurt me deep if they find out. I'm not purposely hiding anything, but I'm
definitely not trying to showcase them either. I guess I'm not really afraid, but somewhat
fearful that all that I have overcome will be tainted if the world knew how many skeletons
I actually put in my closet. Now knowing I don't need to fully explain what that
means, but no, I've never physically killed, maned or destroyed another life. But I have
left a many footprints on living corpus, standing in the way of me excelling and being
the man I am now. Am I proud of that, no, ashamed, no. I am just playing the cards
dealt to me from a crooked deck, someone else set up.
Even while writing this now, I'm doing it like most of my theories, on my PDA sidekick.
But I'm doing this in my car, looking at the moon, listening to pearl jam and smoking
one of my classic Cuban cigars. The air is so calm, the vibe alternative and my mind
slowly going a mile a minute in this of me pouring out my polluted soul in a written
form. You know if I die right now, I want the world to know I'm sorry. I want to wake up
and save so many people, but I'm quick to know many don't need or want to be
saved. And really, who do I think I am to save someone else, when I'm struggling to
save my own ass in the free world I'm a slave to? My lifestyle is so off the hook,
that the simple upkeep on being me is a six figure income alone. But I love it, have
grown accustomed to it and its not like I'm trying to keep up a image, I just can't
imagine it any other way. I know I'm smarter and wiser than the average person, but
then I'm quick to realize I'm dumber than the other half. I'm able to solve corporate i
issues, connect this business with that investor, speak to foreigners with the four
fluent languages I speak, but I can't control the few demons inside of myself
defeating the angels that are keeping alive long enough to see the end. I can buy any
toy in the world, but I can't fix it if it breaks down, so what's the use. I get phone calls
constantly from people that say they were just thinking about me, but then again, don't
hear from those that I don't think about when I should. Its a great feeling to feel like this.
I mean to find some sort of peace in this civilized war, and fight to keep the calm while
knowing it. But lets get back to the theory. Lets get back to the things that makes us
goes forward. Lets get back to life.