I was introduced to this poet by my friend Nga earlier this year. She asked if I had ever read Letters To a Young Poet after I had introduced her to The Tao of Pooh. I had never heard of Rilke but kept him in my mind as someone whose works I should read. I then saw him mentioned again in the book The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. I then knew I should waste no more time and began to read his letters. His very first letter seemed as though he was speaking directly to me as his advice about writing is something I’ve been doing for most of my life. As far as I know I’m the only one who keeps a life journal in which I write down my thoughts freely. I have a very acute sense of the passage of time and want to record my memories, and experiences; I want to live life as fully as possible. Every experience, every memory is a jewel and this blog is my treasure vault, my greatest possession. Sometimes I feel as though I’m simply a tourist, experiencing an interactive ride that moves along a predetermined path, yet sometimes, and with great effort can I change the course of the ride (or perhaps how I experience it) if I wish. Perhaps another soul is beginning this same ride in an identical amusement park and living the same experiences I now call memories?
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I wanted to get a quick blurb down on part of my state of mind at this age. Anxiety is something that is always present and has to do with my line of work. In sales you must always be selling and in account management there is always the threat from competitors and losing business. I’ve been an account manager for just over ten years and in this line of work one can never relax.
I cannot remember the last time I truly felt relaxed, and without a care in the world. The stakes are high; I must constantly achieve certain goals and if I do not I could and would get fired. I need the job to make money and support my family.
It is 5:04 AM. I woke up for the gym today but decided I’d prefer to write in the journal and do other computer things with my time this morning. We went to karate yesterday so some parts of my body are a little sore but I’m feeling good.
This past weekend went very quickly. We headed up to Tahoe on Saturday morning at a leisurely pace stopping at Pedrick Produce, a wonderful rustic produce store with farm fresh fruits and vegetables and then at Mount Vernon Winery. I was a little disappointed as they were sold out of their Mountain Red wine; this was absolutely delicious and it shows since they are out of it. However, their Expression was very nice and I also picked up a few bottles of Mourvèdre.
Life moves pretty fast; if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it – Ferris Bueller.
It has been a busy week: it started last Saturday with karate class then a Pokemón Go hunt at the Ferry Building and a picnic at Dolores Park. In attendance were Kanako and Sakura, Anan and her husband, and Sakura’s English teacher (forgot his name). Then Kent and Aki joined us at Dolores Park.
This Sunday ends our first week at the new karate dojo. I’m a little sore in some spots but feeling very good on the overall. My jaw hurts as Senpai kicked it by accident when we were sparring. It was only my second time to spar and he is a blackbelt so of course he goes easy on me; if that had been a full powered kick it would have been lights out for me and most likely a broken jaw instead of just being sore.