Listen my loves, my handsomes, time is short for all of us right now and I need you to listen to the unspoken word, away from all the noise of the world. I’ll tie the loose ends together in the end and gently place clear Scotch tape over that neatly folded corner, this experience being like a freshly wrapped Christmas gift sitting under the tree for a couple of weeks before being ripped open by greasy, jagged nailed fingertips.
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Are we ready?..
…to…
…take a good, deep breath inward…
…for a quick second…
…then release…
…while you still can…
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You are the one who puts meaning into my words, you put emotions into my sentences, you get to decipher it in a way that is meaningful to you, because I am the mere medium converting real life observations into typed ideas but You are the one who brings all of this to life and feels the way you need to feel in the moment in order to make the most out of this big mess we call life and if you can honestly sit there and say to yourself, aw, shucks, my life ain’t too bad, there, Vern, and you can believe that silky lie and live with it comfortably until you close your eyes for the last time, then, okay, good for you, you need to be applauded but that is not the case for a lot of others out there, a majority if we’re to be exact…
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…because something is coming for all of us, special or not, monumental or minuscule, good or possibly slightly evil, and the rules and laws that we thought were the ‘basis’ for everything we once called knowledge are being changed as we work, eat, play, sleep, and repeat…
…and the funny thing is, they think they are clever in their undoing…
…and they think we do not notice…
…and they think that if they put it on a screen that we are just going to merely ‘believe’ and ‘accept’ it for what it is when what we need to realize is that ‘never has a society accomplished so little with so many great things at their fingertips’…
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For this, my mission statement remains the same, the one I adopted a couple of years ago :
“instead of trying to figure out life, I’m going to let life figure out me…”
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But it happens to all of us, right?
Something happens.
‘It’ happens.
The ‘it’ of ‘its’…
…when good things, finally and eventually, come to an end,
or
when we finally start deciding that the weight of all of the ‘almost’s’ in our life are no longer ‘good enough’ or ‘worth the hassle or struggle’ and we start cutting those things off, whether it be a forced or natural decision, so new growth is allowed.
I mean, why keep a dead end around if it does nothing but take your ever diminishing life away from you, makes you look and feel worse than you possibly already do, and never adds anything of substance back to help feed you and your soul on its unknown journey?
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If you have never pruned your branches, what are you waiting for?
Tomorrow?
That’s laughable!
Are you waiting to see if that branch will finally produce after years of going against your intuition and how many ‘benefit of the doubts’? Are you going to want to question your actions and possibly reattach that dead branch to your tree after you finally make the decision to part ways with it?
Good luck and I wish you well on that journey. Hopefully your outcome far outweighs mine because I wore that shirt and burnt it after dressing myself in it for numerous years, my entire twenties wasted to a toxic relationship, surrounded by people who are, still, truly meant to be forgotten, and me trying to rediscover my self identity for the millionth time in my life (and if I’m to be completely honest, when people used to tell me this I always thought they were liars – but you TRULY really do not know who you are until you finally turn forty)…
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God has not denied us or robbed us of anything other than putting us in His failed creation and hoping that, hell or high water, at least a handful of us might actually surprise Him, still, after all this time, and go against the grain of this world, to be in it and not of it, and promote the two greatest gifts that He ever gave us – mercy and unconditional love.
And with the slow withdrawal of the Holy Spirit over the past couple of years, this is going to become increasingly and increasingly harder, especially with all the genuine evacuated souls that have already left us and continue to do so.
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But it’s happening to a lot of us right now, huh?
When the good things come to an end?
And for some of us, this is kind of a big deal because a lot of us are relearning how to live, in a different way, when survival of the fittest finally meets safety of the finer fittest.
And we do not know how good things truly are until ‘it’ finally happens and we are forced to reprogram ourselves according to a different timeline, another hapless scenario that we were yanked out of, against our will, and inserted into, yet again.
We question God and his ‘plan’ and blame him for allowing bad things to happen to us.
People get left behind, the non essential personnel that we base, or used to base, our lives around.
Attachments get shifted.
Some ‘weights’ get clipped off your belt.
Others are added in their place.
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Then ‘it’ claims another down the street.
And another across town.
And another who was too young.
And another who was too old.
And another who was too ‘in between’.
And then the scenario to end all scenarios – a good person who should have been left here with their loving family is taken away from us while a bad person continues to live and run around and be a nuisance and create even more chaos on this Earth.
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Priorities get shifted around for the quadrillionth time in your life.
For the not-so-observant people, the Mandela Effect comes into play…
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It may skip your house…
It may not…
All of us in a constant flux since we wanted to speed up time at ‘whatever’ point in our life…
…the cavities of life hiding underneath that filling you’ve had for a couple of years and us thinking we can still eat whatever we want and there be no consequence for our appetite…
…then the x-rays come in and say otherwise…
…then the root canal makes you feel otherwise…
…then you cover it with a temporary and pretend everything will be okay in the end, regardless…
…our consequence of simply trying to live and enjoy our living…
…the paradigm is no more…
…all of our bodies containing a kid who is literally screaming internally to go back to when the days were young and carefree or at least to a point in time when there were fewer demands on the human spirit and everything did not feel so controlled, an algorithm that will determine the reactions of your very soul if you let it..
…
…then I hear the saying go through my head :
“serenity is when you stop expecting and start accepting.”
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My loves, and my handsomes,
lest we forget due to human folly because, after all, all of us are mere future fragile dust drifting and sifting around in a vacuum we call Earth, until whoever finally empties the basket yet again and hits reset on all of us, I have found out that some of us do not necessarily focus on the ending of things when they are good? Do we? Us humans are programmed to not focus on the ending of a good thing slash things until those attachments start to turn bad, whether those entities are tangible or intangible, health related, or issues relating to interpersonal relationships?
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Maybe that is where I or you went wrong, huh?
Or maybe that is where we went right? Possibly?
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Instead of being in the moment, I was already worried about how it would end before I even got a chance to enjoy it…
…to live it.
…to taste it.
…to dream it.
…to simply be in it…
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…and let time stand still…
…so it will quit robbing us for a minute or two…
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…and to hear what the wind has to say, secrets and whispers traveling back to you from a time when you were ten years old riding around on a worn out Huffy bicycle, invincible, getting new scrapes on your knees after the ones from two weeks ago have just healed and there was no limit to what your imagination could conjure up and where it was going to carry you – far beyond these screens we sit in front of, finger, and let imagine for us in the present moment – and the undistracted kid inside all of us hollering, silently, back at us as we stare at ourselves in the mirror, break down, and realize the one thing that we cannot do –
to go back…
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…to back then…
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Or sometimes, we do not even have a chance to prepare for the ending of good or mediocre things because something unexpected happens and accelerates our non linear life past that phase of things being good to things being turned totally upside down. How desperate of a feeling to experience with no warning, an inescapable void that only a few of us have felt?
How sad, huh?
How unfair, huh?
Especially to those of us that are undeserving of such treatment as the failed simulation continues to, exhaustingly, spiral out of control, and we have to sit and honestly ask ourselves,
would it honestly be that bad if the world finally ended – men, women, children, technology, infrastructure, everything – so all of us could finally rest and so everything could finally have a long overdue reset?
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Maybe this planet would fair better if we simply turned it off, unplugged it, re-plugged it, and then turned it back on again?
Or, well, maybe not?
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We question truths we already know the answer to.
We question ourselves.
God. Nature. Laws. Rules. Others.
‘They’ continue to try to control everything.
Us. Others. God. Nature. Laws. Rules.
…no progress or continuity much less the disregard for the biggest thing of all – human decency over inhuman disrespect…
…us thinking much less trying to gaslight ourselves into believing that we were asked to be here in the first place, all of us, most of us, being our parent’s whim of when they wanted to get lucky and create something out of this world, God’s special design, all of us not even close to being fallen angels but us pretending we are equal or better, even at our lowest.
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The human race continues the fight…
…into oblivion….
…yet again…
…sometimes, the result being different than the ones before it…
…other times, most of the time, that not being the case…
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How many times has the world ended already?
You know?
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Regardless of what you think, how you feel, how much you try to manipulate the present, how much you try to predict the future, how much you revisit the past, how much you pray, how much you do not, how much faith you have or lack thereof, how much money you have, or how on top of the world or down below you think you are – the end result is and will always be the same –
… ‘ALL good THINGS come to an END‘…
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To aid in this process and from my personal observations of this world and the people in it, your three biggest soulmates in this life will be : Irony, Contradiction, and Hindsight. After you learn to master and tame those three principalities and be able to control and point them out before they catch up with you in the present future, you have mastered something that few have.
Irony is my favorite piece of sour candy (my intangible soulmate), whether it comes for me or someone else. Contradiction is the hardest to chew so don’t bite your cheeks when your mouth gets too full of it. Hindsight is the most mysterious flavor of life and can be the one that is hardest to swallow.
You need to make a map. Don’t let anyone else make it for you. Follow your trail. No time for too many side missions. Ask for help, but only from those who you fully trust and never, ever listen to the criticism of someone you would never ask advice from. Trust the process. Patience is the virtue of warriors. Listen to your intuition more than you currently do. Opinions are like onions – better bring your goggles if your eyes aren’t tough enough…
…and stay away from idiots, even the ones you have known your entire life, because nothing is more exhausting than being in your forties and dealing with the same unchanging fools from when you were fifteen.
It’s time to move on because, like I said, the rules are much different now since the world has been reprogrammed to come after all of us like it has…
…and, for the moment, there are a lot of idiots…
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Then, lastly, multiple scholars will tell you that the saddest word in the English language is this certain word or that certain word, but no matter how much research I dive into, I would conclude that one of the saddest words around is this and this alone : almost.
Me and Almost, well, we hung out for quite a while, and you can hang out with Almost for as long as you want or for as little as you want because, with Almost, however much time you want to waste, that S.O.B will always be there, especially when all good things come to an end and your brain starts to settle and it starts to dissect all the endless possibilities that could have resulted and your mind stays in a mumble jumble instead of you being still, conquering your demons, letting go of some things while not letting go of others, in your own time and way, and simply letting things ‘be’, and your brain becomes tangled like a ball of yarn that has been rolled down an eighty-seven step staircase.
I’ve learned a lot of lessons about my best friend Almost and I’ve given it the benefit of the doubt most of my life, up until almost three years ago when I finally decided that it was time, MY time, to put a screeching halt to a lot of noise that was circulating around in my ears and in my soul, chatter that was not of my creation or design but purposefully imposed on my path of least resistance in order to further hinder me and break apart my disguised good natured soul.
You can be spit or urinated on so much in your life that, even though you may have convinced yourself it is rain even when it is not, even when you take out your umbrella and prepare for a monsoon of people’s mistreat, the John Wick inside you grows silently stronger and an immovable inner will is rooted deep inside your soul and it starts to spread to other parts of your body as you take your time and put the pieces together for your next set of movements that will be utterly unstoppable, them totally unaware, because you have already learned how this battle is played and you are no longer intrigued with who is playing because as a little child sitting in a free will baptist church you learned at an early age:
if God is for you, who can be against you?
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Your experiences have made you the strongest person around.
Your words carry weight.
You do not bluff anymore.
Your thoughts carry action.
Your actions is your defense.
Your offense is the literal end of the world…
finally…
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We have no more time to hang out with Almost and his gang of time stealing thieves. Now is the time for completion. Now is the time for manifestation. Now is the time when we dig in even deeper, reestablish or further nurture our roots, and prepare for the fruits of our labor, keeping in mind that the fruit is not for the tree. The fruit is for whoever passes by that tree, eats, and takes a break in the shade.
The worst group of people to be around during this phase of breaking down your life and rearranging the pieces so you can be the better version of yourself, besides leftist Democrats, gaslighting narcissistic women/mothers and their gaslighting mothers, and people who think they have a sense of entitlement or deserve certain things ‘just because’ – are the people who make up this collective ‘Almost Group’ and who are content existing there.
The Maybe’s.
The annoying neighbors that you can never get rid of.
The narcissistic sociopathic mother who alienates a kid from a great father because that is the monster she was raised into being, a woman that can best be described as ‘The Devil’s Butthole’.
The radical variables, living in cages while the door is wide open.
The idiots.
The stupid people.
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I’ve had to deal with a lot of things in my life over the past couple of years, but guess what – SO HAVE YOU – and I have dealt with more idiots in the past three years than I have since I was in high school and college (and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better).
Realize, you cannot argue with idiots.
You cannot bargain with stupid people.
‘Almost’ is not the place where you need to be…
Irony… Contradiction… Hindsight…
Keep going forward and shed the weights of the mediocrity that has already engulfed our society…
…because, before you know it, ALL good THINGS will eventually come to an END…
…and that ‘ALL’ includes ‘YOU’…
…and me too, praise God – still waiting on that asteroid the size of Iowa that should be heading our way anytime and there is no abled bodied cast of the movie Armageddon to save us now…
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…and guess what I found out – it’s okay!
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So, now, where would you like to start wasting what little time you have left?
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On a personal note :
I have been contemplating with the idea of self publishing my own novels again so all my awesome readers can finally get the chance to read and dive into my fiction.
I have a three part fictional novel, a three part novella, a book of short stories, and a book of poetry uploaded and ready to print on a self publishing website, cover and all – it’s just a matter of me deciding if ‘this is the way’.
And I think I have.
When it comes to this certain issue, with me, I swear it’s like a switch was flipped and I saw the grand scheme instead of the small picture and it was comforting. Because it’s not about the money or fame or validity or completion or destiny or manifestation for me anymore…
It’s about something deeper and you’re are going to see with your own eyes and live it with me like we already have been doing for so long…
And it begins at the end of this month!
The book of short stories and poetry is being pulled from my vernonwrites.com writings and I am dedicating both books to those that tuned in to read my fiction, non fiction, and poetry over the past four years. After those two books go live, I am going to cycle through my website and delete most of those stories and go into the next chapter of vernonwrites.com, whatever that may be, me more so leaning to real life, nonfictional topics.
Plus, I have a very neglected podcast and a neat idea floating around in my head… (search ‘vernontalks’ – corny, yes, but effective still)
With my father having passed away a year and a half ago and another issue unfolding like it did in my life, I took time to experiment with my writings and write in ways that I have not written before. Some of it went smooth. Some of it may come across questionable. Some of it may not even matter. I have so much fiction waiting to be read that I would be doing myself a disservice to not edit those specific novels one last time and prepare them like they were always meant to be, screenplay and all.
Because time is short.
I am not promised tomorrow.
You are not promised tomorrow.
And, keep in mind, ALL good THINGS come to an END, so if I continue to wait – does that make me the fool or the fool’s folly? Or does that just make me impatient? Or human? Or over-eager? Normal but not in a 2025 kind of way?
And I’ve observed enough fools in my lifetime and continue to do so, especially where I live and considering some of the places my body has carried me. I’ve been the fool. I’ve been the folly. I’ve given life the benefit of the doubt WAY too much, more than I should have. I have expected too much out of the wrong people and too less out of the right ones. I have been too predictable, maybe too soft when I should have been harder and maybe too hard when I should have been a little softer, like a mediocre biscuit or a slightly above average, well, I’ll let that analogy just end here for the sake of my mother finally disowning me after all these years…
If the past three years of my life has shown me anything, other than the undying love my little circle has for me and my tribe and the love we have for them, it has shown me this and I will leave off with this while promising all of you that I am working behind the scenes to deliver what I promised when I started this blog experience five years ago, to connect me to my readers as I continue to hurry up and wait and hurry up and wait some more while hurrying up and waiting even longer – this single sentence philosophy embedding itself into my soul and me adopting it and nothing ever changing the course that has filled the sails of this tired vessel because there is only one destination in sight now:
“…instead of trying to figure out life, I’m going to let life figure out me…”
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End ofMay Releases :
A Story About Her (Parts 1-3)
#priVateEye (Seasons 1-3)
Stories from the Void
Poems from the Void
(I will dedicate an entire future blog post to this nostalgic happening in the weeks to come)
Potential End of Year 2025 into first quarter of 2026 Releases :
One Day He
The Grange Bed and Breakfast
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more info to come…
Here is one of my short films I published on my YouTube channel a couple of years ago.
In the moment, I thought I was making it for all of my fellow adventurers when, in actuality, unbeknownst to me, I was really making it for myself.
If you think time is linear, still, you may want to readjust your perception because it is not.
If you disagree, then, okay – good luck – I’ll be here all week!
vernonwrites 
I loved this. 🤍
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Thank you for the read. ❤️
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