When word arrives that builders and planners want to enter your forest and take away all that's brought you visions of not just inner peace but growth for your community. Facing a brand new wall called mankind.

Here we stand. Here we sit. Making a choice, a decision. It's never easy to explain, even harder to make up. It's who we are! The missing generation. All this stuff! Too much going on. Difficult to find focus in something as simple as prayer. We aren't here! We're the missing generation. Sure, blame it on the smart phone and social media. Toss in how much we don't want to deal with anything until the clank clank clank in the engine becomes boom boom boom. The missing generation. Out of sight out of mind. Time is noise added to an already overcrowded missing highway headed toward Charter.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   How proper are snot rockets?  You know, that moment of blasting a huge chunk of something from your nose onto the surface of the earth or whatever gets in the way.  A snot rocket!  Plus…who is this odd-looking man on social media that calls himself Zues?  What’s his schtick?    I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

It seems so stupid. To physically ask yourself questions then question answers. Now do it with a digital device recording every breath you take. The stupid mental earthquake hits. It feels so stupid to ask yourself about the walk and way. Especially when there are billions of others around your decision making. Yeah, and none of them have spent 30 seconds in your shoes. WTF do they know about the real you? Ask yourself the questions and show off that feeling of doing something assumed stupid. It's your greatest decision to know you.

Teacher... yeah teacher. We tend to forget that part of religion's path and process. We're livin like God is our Bestie. Ummm there's no judgement! But we can't let it serve as an answer to walk free if things aren't matching what we dream. A solid foundation of leadership is far greater than a brief mid-summer day out. Knowing our real roles. Teacher.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Every song has a story or inspiration.  What’s the vibe behind Taylor Swifts The Fate Of Ophelia?  Plus…a bat in the belfry.  What’s the proper and professional way to handle someone who has a booger?    I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

Smartphones and ATM cards were Beatle moments. The world changed. Today, change has taken the shape of war torn and learning how to survive with literally nothing. Oh, that would never happen to us can't be used anymore. What are you doing to prepare for the next Beatles moment?

It's harsh and somewhat cold, but we should never pretend to be anybody or anything else while walking through life. I'm totally guilty of a candy-coated plastic bathroom mirror smile! What does faking an identity prove? Will it open a heart that's been closed because of too much acting and not enough realty? It's too easy to be swayed into a life of let's pretend. What turn in life will be your final twist and spin?