The other day I was waiting for some food.

Pizza to be exact.

I’m not a fan of pizza, especially this pizza. As I waited, I mulled over the fact that I was waiting on food I don’t even like…though I knew when I got home I would eat at least 1 1/2 slices of mediocrity much to my own chagrin…and breadsticks…which aren’t too bad.

Standing there in the purgatory of pizza I noticed something remarkable. Not remarkable in the sense of some new revelation, but more so in the fact that it’s beautifully obvious. While waiting I was surrounded by strangers. There were other patrons such as myself as well as the teenage staff, all assembled together in this building, and there was one thing that united us all, and that was the wait.

People talk all the time about the commonalities humans share. The one I hear most often used is “blood”. “We both bleed the same color…blah…blah…blah” which is true but you don’t see blood, so to me that analogy is wack. But, when you step into a waiting room, you really get to see, that no one is above waiting.

Time is and always will be the great equalizer, and if we could ever become cognizant of that, we’d stop wasting it. We would relish in the time we had and settle differences and scores for the sake of saving it.

While waiting we all gleefully expressed our displeasure. Hardship is shared as well as the joy in receiving our reward that we paid for. When handed my warm cardboard box, everyone was smiles, happy to see one of us make it out, and I thought: such is life. -WG

How much?


What is the cost of honesty?

Relation? Popularity? Opportunity?

What’s it cost, and is it worth it?

Peace of mind…

How much is that?

Some of us can’t live with ourselves because we can’t afford it.

We much rather splurge on a gimmick, than being genuine.

What’s it cost?

Faking ain’t free.

It’s cheap, but not free.

Everything costs,

but not everything worth it.


You know,

With this sickness, I think that it’s not really about the sickness.

It’s about acceptance.

Mortality is not something that we wanted to think about.

It’s not something that we wanted to deal with.

But that never made it any less real.

So here are constantly bombarded by news on the rate of our demise.

I don’t think people, (me included) like the fact that it’s so visible. We like it in theory but like knowing death is actually out there, I think it does something to us.

We get all ancy and jittery, and suddenly very disturbed at the fact that we won’t be here for ever, when the truth is, that’s always been the case.

But life is still life.

So live it.


Let’s just skip the formalities.

Ya’ll can see.

I think that may be the problem.

We see so much and know so little. Which really isn’t our fault. Or is it?

I’m not hear to judge or jury…which is the essentially the same thing I think?

We see these numbers and these statistics and headlines and I mean, it’s just a smorgesboard of confusion.

I’m not going to talk about all that, all I want to say is, at the root of all this anxiety is a need for transparency, and unfortunately there isn’t much of it going around.

Honesty is key, but the door is definitely locked.






Right Thing Do The.

I’ve been thinking alot about morality because I consider myself a good person (whatever that means). A few weeks back I did some reading on Gandhi, who was not perfect by any means, but many credit him as being the pioneer of the non-violent protest. Basically he believed that morality would always trump injustice or corruption, which sounds crazy until you realize that he was the catalyst for the succession of India from British rule, and also as Americans we’re familiar with what non-violence has accomplished here on our own shores with Dr. King and the Civil Rights movement. However, what is really perplexing to me is, why are the good often the most downtrodden? I mean maybe there’s a couple of books in the Bible that pose this same question or some scriptures, but I’m really interested in it because I feel that the source of a lot of internal conflict with people is, those who try and do good, rarely see good. Or there is often a delay on the return, whereas with anger or resentment or bitterness, those yield immediate ROIs. Maybe this is why the scripture says, “don’t grow weary in well-doing” and allow me to pause there because everyone wants to rush to the “rewards” part, but could it be we aren’t actually doing good if we’re only in it for the “reward”? Have I been wrong to frame goodness as contractionary? I never write with answers in mind. I always allow myself as well as the reader the opportunity to arrive at their own conclusions. I don’t have any answers for this other than, there’s a chance I’ve not been as good a person as I thought I was.


So I been thinking…

“Why do good?”

Is it an investment? What will it cost you? Is it worth it?

See, I think life is a matter of resolve. We all start off wanting to do right, and wanting to be good. But each of us are dealt different hands. Some bluff, some call, and some of us immediately fold. Who am I to say that, that isn’t understandable? Or which approach is best fitting? I mean life can be…life, and I suck at cards.

So why do good?

Is it the feeling we’re chasing that feeling, where we just know we’re making a difference or changing something? Do we need the affirmation or accolades? All of which are fleeting, and leave us wanting. It may as well be Fentanyl for your soul if it’s the feeling you’re chasing, just as addictive and damaging.

Listen, this is not an advice blog. Let’s get that clear. This is just me telling you something that you can either find value in or disregard as rubbish, either way thanks for reading. What I will say though is, you should do good, because, and just because. No rhyme or reason, or post or article or Tumblr submission, or TikTok, just do good, whatever good means to you, that isn’t harming other people.

Do chase it, overthink it, anylyze it, harmonize, or poeticize it or any of that jazz. Just be it.