MacKenzie, on a whim

It is impossible not to imagine some sort of future for yourself. I know that nothing I concoct in my mind will come to fruition, life doesn't work that way. Or does it? How far does manifestation go? If I think long, hard, and enough about my future can I somehow create it into a palpable reality? I often tell myself that life doesn't care about my plans; it throws you in whatever direction it wants you to go in. However, I have always dreamt of traveling the world and here I am now, about to be embarking on the most epic adventure of anyone's life with my best friend. Is that coincidence or did my hopefulness and optimism somehow push the planes of reality to form my desires? What is the best way to live your life, hoping for all the things you want or opening your soul to whatever the world brings you? Maybe the trick is finding the balance between creating your own destiny and welcoming your reality with open arms...

I saw my brother at the Lorimer stop As we approached the platform, my face held with a cupped hand against the glass, looking for graffiti and half for the people that BJ talks of who live underground, eating rats sending messengers making babies living with large eyes underneath the city ground. As the train rushed against the station I saw him walking wondered what the chances were thought about if he'd see me or not. He was headed towards Manhattan and I don't know where he was going or why but I placed two open palms against the glass window patting it in opposite times told myself he'd look up and see me riding by and eventually he did and we both smiled I laughed a bit out loud and though I had my headphones in still made noise. I waved and laughed again as the train rode by him onward towards Bushwick and Jefferson Street, I saw the men on the train look at me wonder why I'm laughing or so happy to see someone on the platform edge. ...

It doesn't happen extremely often, usually on the train ride back to the city, after talking to my father in the car for an hour, when I realize nothing has changed;                 I was just further away from the sameness. Talking about technology of today and what it will be in the future, chips in our wrists and google computers on our eyes. It happens when I think too much about society, pop culture, the 2012 presidential candidates, graffiti in the subway, how unhealthy my dad is how little there is to talk about between us. When it happens it's never an overwhelming desire to die, it is merely an indifference to disappearing. Often on my way to work after a few days in bed with Gary, watching the cat run into the cemetery, the chime of the church bells before I open my eyes in the morning, premature reminder that my bliss is temporary. Really the best solution is to go across the world         ...

If we all come from stardust, it would make logical sense that who we are is defined by the stars and planets and where they were at our birth, right??  Restless, cheerful, and friendly, Sun in Sagittarius people are generally on the go. They have a love of freedom, and a disdain for routine. Generally quite easygoing, Sagittarians make friends with people from all walks of life. They love to laugh and tease, and get along well with both sexes. Sagittarians have an often blind faith in people, and in the world. Their optimism is infectious, although it can get them into trouble from time to time. These are curious people who love to learn. Their idealistic nature is hard to miss. Although generally easygoing, Sagittarius is a fire sign. This gives natives a generally quick temper. Fortunately, they're usually as quick to forget what got them angry in the first place. The need for escape is generally strong, and some Solar Sagittarians come across as a little irresponsibl...