Alignment Assignment

BradensEye
4 min readNov 11, 2022
Heart On, Selfie featuring her stoke face

Serendipity Stripping. Time becomes mesmerizing when we’re peeling it apart in ravishing layers. I believe that our luckiest lots are actually our coordinates colliding so explosively that we’re delivered a conspicuous sign of acknowledgment. The way to get better at living is to cancel the extortionate performances. It’s understanding the map for eliciting rapido orienting to what’s meaningful for you. We, our unique selves, are the greatest archeological dig in our history. I notice that I ruminate often about my fifties. I want to have a grip on this aging and sometimes need to get one in the first instance in order to satisfy my forfeitures. Mainly, I’m diverted by the thousands of options of myself that haven’t ever hiked to their pinnacle. All the while, I’m calling my own bluff at this exponential rate. Lining up our kismet kisses is key. Our alignment assignment is always keen for our arrival. Groove is in the shortcuts to your core.

It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight. It’s the size of the fight in the dog. ~DJay by Terrance Howard, Hustle & Flow

We’re so wedded to these tentacles of who we aren’t. It’s that tape that plays the robotic tune telling you that once you find ‘the one’, buy the house, stake your talents on climbing a career ladder, start a family, blah the blah, then everything lopsided will stabilize. However, intuition prevalently pooh-pooh’s such rules. You partnering with the configurations which refine your cloud nine is the germination to feed. There’s a good chance you’ll be answering to many who’re out to trounce your pathways. I say spar, as you shower them with compassionate pity. Jackpotting is known because your entire body’s YAHOOing! You shouldn’t have to argue instinct. It’s this sherpa of convenience. A constant, that’s dabbling your toes into the waters you were meant to drink, compared to the sinking things. Occasionally it can be loud and obnoxious. But mostly, the language is a lucid crescendo of moxie.

For all of my eclectic juggling, my nerves never lie. They’re these squiggly sparkplugs that spark lightning bolts if there’s ecstasy to be had. I’m moored to unconventionality. My drive generally reacts as trapped in traditional employment environments. There’s this tweenage memory I have where I’m peering down from atop the cliff of California’s PCH coastline onto the sunlit-rippling…

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BradensEye

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