Bisy Backson.

you can't save time, only spend it. but you can spend it wisely or foolishly.

i'm just a blind man describing the sun.

easy money

peace is

Guillaume Nery base jumping at Dean's Blue Hole (Trentemøller Edit) from Kevin Bock on Vimeo.

good byes.

We confront them all of the time, why are they so hard? Is it because we are not to see these people for an extended amount of time? When we think about this rationally there is no overly complicated reason to feel such loss whilst/before/ after saying good bye to someone. Is it that we have been bought up this way? Is it part of our geno? Or do you feel guilty when we do not miss someone? Could it be that this feeling might be that we are angry at ourselves for not taking advantage of the time together? We as a species are programmed to live together, but when it gets complicated is when we take into consideration the formatting of relationships and emotions. With these brings on the feelings associated with good byes. If we could understand that we will see them again would it make things easier? Probably not because when you think about seeing someone that you have good emotion towards you associate good times with these people, therefore thinking about the next time you will see these people you will bring up the memories of the good times, you mix that with the thought of how long it will be until you see these people again you have a case of sadness.
Well all i know is that good byes, for however long they may be for, hurt and there’s not much we can do about it. 

day 10

a bit cold this morning. 

day 9

day 8

weighed down by the decisions we make. 

.

although its good it doesn't seem worth it, i now realize that is home is where the hear is then mine is back amongst friends. back amongst sunshine, surf and stars, what an experience, you never appreciate things until they are completely gone.
come home.

day 7

why is a raven like a writing desk?

neither one is made of cheese.

day 6 trigger happy

little bro's soccer game, 19-1 he scored 9

hero? i think so.

all my back yard

day 5

dwelling place

day 4

Kingston beach

day 3

Sunrise from my room

day 2.

around home

Day 1

first sights of new homeland.

welcome home.

So welcome to a new wonderland, where the grass is green and the trees and a dream. Where the water runs everywhere and the roads are bare. The place where opportunity lies, where it’s nice to be nobody, and a nobody I am. Home is homey and life is easy. Creativity lives and neglect dies. The time has come to embrace and not shun, when everything is settled with the lack of a gun. I must say I like this place, of picturesque chills.
Welcome home. 

13 hours.

it hits hard, when your life is packed up in a suit case, and all you have left are the memories.

so simply so good,

the two years that were, are and will forever be in my memory.

worth every second, every cent, every sale, every loss, every new friend, every new opportunity, grateful customer, every maccas run,  every happy grom, every kook, every pro, every person that set up camp on the buzzer, but most of all it was worth all the relationships, the staff, the companies, the customers & most of all the boys. you know who you are.

Thank you and no good bye but a, have a good one.

peace.

☮

Looking Back.

"So where i am is killing me,
i have nothing to gain nor lose if i stay.
So that be the case what is the the reason for staying?
If they say home is where the heart is, then well my heart has been left behind.
Can't say that i for one care for current arrangements.
Changes need to be met, stages need to be set.
Biding good bye from someone whos heart lies 2000k's away.

This needs to change or cease."


Less than a month ago i posted this, after arriving back from places beyond. Being back was killing me. 
A few days later i resigned, and booked my tickets out of this place. Today i see my room packed up, my car sold, and just over a week until i leave. 
Honestly i will only be happier when i get off of the plane and step into the cold Tassman winds. 
To every one left on the Gold Coast all i have to say is fair well, and get out of your comfort zone because in discomfort begins growth. With out growth ceases knowledge. 

Time to move on

Backyard?

Take Me Back

Dwelling in Discontent.

when something just isn't rite.

The Walk of Thoughts

although you might be doing much,
is there more you could be doing?;
and is it the rite much?

does time pass?
or do we?

is time changing?
or are we?

We turn our backs to all that maters,

Copyright Zak Nalder 2011

With open hands we face the east,

And if i could do it all again i wouldn't change a thing.

In fact i would try to remember each and every minor detail to make sure that nothing in this current moment would change.

Freedom Never Felt So Free.

Expectations Are Barriers. 

They hold you back from You.

The Weekend That Was,

2 days, Nine guys, 7.5 hours away, park benches, waves, babes, glory, 

laughs, cougars, RSL, tv, nudity, no sleep, 

Good Times.

Time Is An Illusion.

Time is an illusion.

My house mate says this quite often, one day I asked him what does it mean or why do you say that? He answered me with that he didn’t know he just liked the concept when he first heard it, and that he liked to use it as a freedom excuse.
Being the way that I think I set myself a challenge to find out or discover rather what this means.

After weeks of contemplation I have came up with what I think ‘time is an illusion’ means.
When you look at it if I asked you what time was, you would probably tell me the time or say its days, minutes &seconds, or a really creative answer would be the system we live by.
I think that in order to understand the concept of ‘time is an illusion’ you need to start thinking in this mind set. Time doesn’t exist.

Time really doesn’t exist, only the system of measurement we use to measure or see it. In another way to look at it when you measure an amount of water we use a measuring cup, the water sits inside the cup. The measurement isn’t the water itself only the way we measure or perceive it.
In the same way the way we measure time using minutes hours days dates isn’t the time itself only the way we measure or perceive it.

Time is an illusion in the way that we can’t see it work in front of us. We can’t tangibly watch time, we can only watch the measuring system laid out in front of us to watch it.  Yet we lay our lives out to this system the time we wake up the time we go to sleep and how all things operate.
So you can ask your self are you really free when you live your life in an illusion?