Immune

These people—well they’re used to it.
The coming and going.

Composure tip-top with their white coats clean
They must be bred for it or really mean

These people—they sure must be tough
I wonder if there comes a point where enough is enough.

My Turn

When I die I want a party.
Bar-mitzvah style would be nice.

When I die I want people laughing;
“Remember that one time when Mike…”, they’ll say.

When I die I want my fame
Montages and speeches all in my name

The sun is still young though, with sometime to burn
Until then I’ll wait my turn.

Much Love,

Mike Walzman

Yesterday I lost a friend. I’ve never experienced death quite like this. I’ve had grandparents die, but we were never that close. I had a friend die when I was seven, but I don’t think I really understood. I think it was seeing her body and saying goodbye to her that was hard. I could barley move or talk for a couple days.

Anyways I didn’t start to write this to explain what had happened, but more what it inspired.

After hating school for all the these years I took the plunge to go back and finish it up. I’m in an English class and we are currently going over Poetry–my mortal enemy ( or so I thought). After the death of my friend yesterday(seems like the longest weekend), for some reason the inspiration to write my experience about my time in the hospital came to mind and I started writing poems about it. From there I have now written more than just about her death, but I wanted to share with you what I have written. The first out of many:

The Waiting Room

In the waiting room we hope for the best
Your heart unwillingly beats beneath your chest.

In the waiting room we talk and wonder
While your body rests in an infinite slumber.

Poetry

I hated poetry till this dark day
Funny, how it works that way.

With it’s big words and mystery
All it ever did was give me misery

In class I would yawn and space out
What the fuck is this about

Now that you’re gone I have something to say.

I hated poetry till this dark day
Funny, how it works that way.

All My Best,

Mike

So, I guess it’s about that time. Time to write something to get off my chest. But, as you can see I’ve been wayyy to lazy to do so. And to be honest I feel like I’m just writing this post, because some people who read this, (u know who u are) aka two people, ha, asked me, why haven’t I wrote anything. I get why someone who doesn’t know me would want to read this because, well, they don’t know me and this is a way to see what I’m about, but I guess I’m either flattered or confused on why my friends would read this. I mean they talk to me all the time, they know what’s going on with me, so why read it? If you are my friend, please reply to this post and tell me, and don’t tell me in person, lets keep it awkward.

Something I’ve been going through lately is caring wayyy to much what people think about me, but only in certain aspects. My ego hates to admit this, it wants to be seen as the cool guy, the guy who doesn’t really care. And in some cases that’s true, but when it comes down to it, I want you to like me. If I don’t know you, I’m scared to be myself and I guess that’s normal in a sense. You can’t really be comfortable with someone you don’t know, cause you have no idea who they are, what they like etc. But these past two weeks have been worse than the usual case and I’ve been filled with anxiety. And now I know why! For the past two weeks, I’ve been slacking in the spirituality department. I’ve been meditating a little and some other stuff, but only doing just enough to get by. Which is fine, but I also have added stress from these projects I have been putting together, so doing the bare minimum, just wasn’t enough. It’s funny, when I get more busy with work, I tend to stop doing the things that allowed me to get there in the first place. Keeping my spirit side up must come first, or else I wont be able to do anything else. I went to Agape on Wednesday and just from that one night, feel 10x better, so I’m going to commit to you all, to keep going there and keeping my spirituality first.

Do you also get this, when life seems to get too busy? How do you keep yourself spiritually fit?
Much Love,

Mike Walzman

My friend emailed me an inspiring story just now. It’s about a guy who was wrongly accused for a murder and spent 12 years in prison and now is a lawyer. It’s stories like these that inspire me, but also make me furious how this could happen. I can’t even imagine spending one day in prison for doing something I did not do, it makes me sick to my stomach. Here’s the whole article Click Here

Much Love,

Mike Walzman

I was browsing around facebook and saw on my friends page a great quote. To keep me centered I always read a quote or phrase out of a book that inspires me every morning. So this week, this is what I’ve been reading, enjoy!

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER

I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax, I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.

I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would perhaps have more actual troubles,
but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I’m one of those people who live
sensibly and sanely hour after hour,
day after day.

Oh, I’ve had my moments,
And if I had it to do over again,
I’d have more of them.
In fact, I’d try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day.

I’ve been one of those people who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat
and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.

Nadine Stair,
85 years old.

Much Love,

Mike Walzman

I feel good when I wake up early. Especially when you look at the clock and see that it’s only 12pm and you already accomplished so much. I’ve been waking up at 7:15am these days and I love it. I usually wake up at 9am, workout, eat and then start my day around 1pm. And because I started late, I wasn’t going to bed till like 2am. The whole thing that got me started on this, was a friend and I decided to go for a sunrise run. And what inspired that was seeing Benjamin Button. I felt life is so precious, I might as well live it the best I can. So I got up at 6 and went running on the beach, it was amazing.

So why 7:15am, well I figured if I could get up at 7:15 back in the day for school, then I could for sure get my ass up, to do shit I liked doing. Now it wasn’t easy starting this, because I was no morning person, but over time my body got used to it and I became a morning person. Everyone is different, some might work better at night, but I know I work best when I wake up at 7:15am.

How do you get yourself up in the morning? When do you work best?

Much Love,
Mike

So, in an earlier post, I think it was Dec 29, I had mentioned how I didn’t listen to my body and so I got sick. Well, I am pleased to report that this time when I felt it coming on, I took it slow. I didn’t work out or do anything active like that. The result…I didn’t get sick and now I get to work out instead of been out cold for 2 weeks. I’m really pleased with myself.

What it comes down to for me, is giving up for what I want in the moment(instant gratification) for the long term desires. See, I wanted to workout and I could of and been happy with that day, but then I wouldn’t be able to workout for the next two weeks. Sometimes you just got to bite your tongue and let it go.

Watch, I’ll probably get sick tomorrow.

Much Love,
Mike

I love using my imagination, that’s what I’m best at and because of it, I have some pretty bold goals I want to accomplish. There’s a lot I’m learning through this process, like sometimes you got to be willing to budge a little in your goals to get something near it. You can’t always get what you want (just thought of the rolling stones song) but you can get close enough if your willing to tweak it a bit. So that’s what I’m doing right now, tweaking my goals. Maybe down the line I can get it to where I had originally planned, but who knows, it’s probably better that it’s turning out the way that it is. If I got what I wanted all the time, I probably wouldn’t grow much, so I see this tweak not as a downer, but as an opportunity to grow.

Do you think tweaking your goals is necessary? If you can’t get exactly what you want, what do you do? Would love to hear your thoughts.

Much Love,
Mike Walzman

“Real growth takes time, thoughtfulness and effort, and cannot be achieved just by reading 7 easy tips. To attempt to sell you otherwise is simply lazy-ass thinking.” I love that, cause it’s so true. I got it from the blog 21 dragons. I see all the time, 7 way to do this, or 11 ways to change your life and if your on the internet as much as I am, it’s hard to not look at those things even if your life is fine. But sometimes I can over due it and get side tracked by these lists. Like for instance I somehow got funneled through to Tim Ferriss’s blog and started reading all his techniques with time management and it got me on this whole other trip thinking, maybe I should be doing it that way.

What I found is that while it’s good to be open to new ways of doing things, if you’re not looking for it, you probably don’t need it and therefor a waste of time. That’s just me, I can’t really handle all that info, I have to take it little by little and apply what seems necessary for me at the moment. And even when I do try to take on a new habit I must be easy on myself. It takes time to get good at anything, thats why instead of trying to do something, I say, I’ll practice doing it.

How do you stay true to what’s best for you?

Much Love,
Mike Walzman

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Yesterday I was in a downer mood. Lost in my thoughts and not being in the present, wasn’t helping either. But I saw a friend of mine unexpectedly who just lit up my night. He didn’t even do anything, but his presence and smile alone made me feel better. It’s amazing what other peoples energy can do, it’s very contagious. Even if it’s negative energy. Though I’ve noticed that positive energy is more influential. It reminded me of that commercial where someone saw somebody else help someone, so then that person helped somebody else and then the cycled continued. If you know what I’m talking about please let me know what commercial that is, it’s on the tip of my tongue. I think it’s for some investment firm or something. But it showed me how powerful a smile can be. So if I can smile once today, I liked to think that I made someones day.

What’s your experiences with this? Would love to hear them.

Much Love,
Mike Walzman

(the picture is of me when I was about 6)