Friendship – Breakaway Consciousness

#Quote Of The Day | #Dreams | #Friends | #Friendship | #Belief | #Dreamers

“Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and thinkers, but most of all surround yourself with those who see greatness within you, even if you don’t see it yourself.”

Emotional Bank Accounts: Dividends | #Friendship | #Friends | #Love | #PositiveVibes | #Positivity

“Good friends are like walls, sometimes you lean on them and sometimes it’s good just knowing they’re there.”

BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 19, 2019

While I’m still here at the place that my friend showed me earlier today, it occurred me to write this right after my friend just left to work. Him and I discussed various things at length, but the main issue we talked about was his current divorce that he’s undergoing.

I bring this up because, 6 months ago, we wouldn’t have had this conversation. Our relationship hadn’t developed into what it is now, so its significant to have him be able to trust me enough to vent about something that’s bothering him considerably and is very important.

The reason I title this post, ‘Dividends’, though it could certainly go under the notion of ‘Interest Rates’ as far as emotional bank accounts go, is because such are the returns from making consistent deposits into emotional bank accounts.

What he is going through kind of caught me by surprise, as did him, but the point is that he hasn’t vented about this issue to nigh anyone. It always makes me wonder how important it is to vent, or even merely to talk about certain issues with people, and how that translates to how an individual feels at their inner core.

Where this goes, he knows not, but being able to help someone open the proverbial release valve in order to release some steam, irrespective of topic, is always a great thing. It’s certainly one of the best dividends that friendships entail.

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Zy Marquiez is an avid book reviewer, inquirer, an open-minded skeptic, yogi, and freelance writer who aims at empowering individuals while also studying and regularly mirroring subjects like Consciousness, Education, Creativity, The Individual, Ancient History & Ancient Civilizations, Forbidden Archaeology, Big Pharma, Alternative Health, Space, Geoengineering, Social Engineering, Propaganda, and much more.

Poker & Life: The Comfort Card | #Poker | #Life | #Choices

“A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.”

“A ship is safe at the shore, but that’s not what it was built for.”
– Einstein

BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 19, 2019

As individuals, we all have comfort zones of myriad types, just like in Poker. Some are good, some are bad, and some are downright detrimental and dispiriting.

Good comfort zones would be finding comfort in a moment, a person, a place, an idea, et al. Bad comfort zones would be things that restrict the growth of the individual. Poker also mirrors this notion rather incisively.

As an individual, when my health declined considerably years ago, there was a certain level of comfort by being home all the time. The predictability of it was something that I didn’t mind since it was the outside world that I couldn’t withstand at the time. Thankfully, those circumstances changed considerably for the better. Not that being at home didn’t offer growth as a person because those significant circumstances did give me an incredible move forward, but it was of a different type, a different path.

At the current moment though, I find myself in another circumstance where I am struggling with, though in a different sense. I have found solace, joy, and incredible growth in writing and its something I am reveling in. Honestly, if it wasn’t because I feel I am doing something meaningful, the notion of quitting outright wouldn’t bother me too much. But considering that I have about a ‘bajillion’ ideas (its a word, google it), many of which are incredibly meaningful, coupled with the fact that writing has always been a dream of mine, I find it incredibly painful even to contemplate stopping.

I am a reasonable person, so I do always consider every possibility because considering every path you have available, and some you might not even know are there, is something that never hurts. This would not be unlike seeking a treasure and not knowing where to go, where to explore. If you only limit yourself to one path, you might find the treasure; you might find the treasure through a few paths; but if as an explorer you willingly limit yourself to only a handful of paths, rather than contemplating every single path available, then you would be doing yourself a great disservice. These are my current sentiments at the time regarding writing as a passion.

To quit writing would be in a sense to return to a comfort zone, not a bad one per se, but something that would definitely be problematic to a certain extent, if not an incredible one.

What poker has always taught me is that no matter what the game throws at you, what life throws at you, there are usually way more paths available for every player, every person. I am sure there is a lot that hasn’t hit me yet, things that I haven’t contemplated, and that’s okay. Being arrogant that I have all the answers is to be close-minded and limit myself. That said, at least I am cognizant of not having all the answers and remaining open to everything because again, limiting yourself in any way is like merely playing poker and deciding to play one hand against one person and that’s it. That would be akin to willingly reading only one page of the book and saying, “Oh, that’s it. Okay, guess that’s that.”

Life, like poker, offers many possibilities – many of which play out over and over again, under different circumstances, with different ‘cards’ so to speak. Regardless of what circumstance it is, remaining patient in both poker in life will always yield amazing results if individuals ‘play their cards right’.

One of the vanguard notions in poker is how crucial it is not to remain in a comfort zone for long, or at all. This is because if you do not grow as a player, as an individual, then the rest of the field will blow right by you at any moment given to the ceaseless and ever-evolving learning environment players find themselves in and the myriad resources available for growth.

What cards an individual decides to play, and what cards an individual decides to fold are choices individuals have to choose, but to merely play one card – the comfort card – as if there are no other options is to willingly keep your mind within a box, it is willingly curtailing the paths of the individual.

Such is not the path of growth in Poker, and will never be.

Life is no different.

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#Quote Of The Day | #Friends | #Friendship

“It is in the dark times that the light of friendship shines brightest.”
– Richard Paul Evans

Stranger On The Moon | #Creativity | #Imagination| #Positivity | #GoodVibes | #Writing | #Story | #CreativeWriting

TheBreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 15, 2019

Here I am, arriving on the moon drenched in water (don’t ask, we’ll get to that) when I see someone crawl out of a painting. The first thing in my mind: well that’s something you don’t see every day.

A person just contorting their way between the frame of a painting, and landing nigh flat, in nigh perfect balance. In. High. Heels. It was a miracle she didn’t stumble. Hell, I don’t know how women do it.

She looks at me, as I’m drenched in water, and asks, “So, guess you didn’t know about the painting trick huh?”
“I prefer going for a swim, personally.”
“What route did you take?”
The Airport
The Train Station
The Pentagon
Lemuria
Machu Picchu
The Local Starbucks
The Great Pyramid
The Bookstore
The Louvre
Atlantis
“The local pond.”
She suppresses a laugh, and says “You’re kidding” as she gives me the most quizzical expression with her hands on her hips.
“Just like it sounds. I figured out you can get to the moon through the local pond. It’s a stargate in disguise, so easy to hide.”
“Figures. You learn something new every day I guess.”

“Anyways, so – “ I was about to ask…
“Don’t ask,” was the curt reply.
“Fine, I won’t.”

A minute passed by as we just took in the vast expanse of space.

“What are you thinking about?” she inquired.
“And I quote, ‘don’t ask’”
“Why do you have to be so rude?”
“Says the Ice Queen,”
“Hey water works, shut it,” she snapped off.
“I was just giving you a dose of – “

I was cut off by a slow raising of ‘the finger’. No, no, no, not the middle finger. The international “Shut the f@#$ up sign” index finger. My hands raised in resignation and I gave in.

“Fine” I said.
“Fine.”

Tens minutes later…

“So – “ Instantly couldn’t resist.
“Don’t,”
“You know I’m going to ask.“
“Fine, get it over with,” she finally gave in.

But I just started off into space.

Turning her head slowly at an angle, she glares at me impatient. Very impatient.

“Well aren’t you going to ask?”

I just nod slowly over the horizon. She glances left, and we just stare in awe.

She eagerly quotes, “Well that’s not something you see every day.”
“Wait. Wait. Wait.” How did you know I said that? I never said that out loud.”
“I have my ways.”
“Oh really? Is that so?” my curiosity replied.

The nod was slow, ever so. We still glanced over the horizon, amazed at what was taking place right before our eyes.

“We should take a picture of that,” she said in awe.
“We should.”

She begins taking out her camera, and I hurl frigid water straight from a bucket. And she’s drenched head to toe, and she’s pissed.

“How did – “
“I have my ways,” I said as I bolted towards the stargate.

“Hey! Where you going!?”
My voice is trailing off as I yell, “Someone’s going fishing with explosives, and if I don’t make it out now then I’ll be stuck here. C-ya!” was my reply as I ran for my life.

As I’m about jump through the Stargate, at nanoslowness, the gate disintegrates and I end up crashing like superman headfirst into dust. Now I was drenched in water and covered and dust. She loved that. She was reveling in it.

“Don’t you gotta go somewhere,” I snapped off.
“No no no, this is good,” she said hysterically.
“Not as funny as your ticket back home.”
“What….” She echoed slowly craning her head backwards.

Her eyes widened as the painting’s a blazing inferno.

Dropping her shoulders in resignation she says, “I guess we’re stuck here.”

“You started it,” I smirked.
“Well played,” she replied.
“I guess we’re stuck here until someone else comes along through another one of the unknown paths.
“Guess so.”

Staring into the horizon for minutes, she asks “Well aren’t you going to ask?”
“Nah,” I replied promptly.
“Why not?” she replied sadly.
“No no no, don’t get sad. We’re going to be here a long time, questions can wait. But that view though, just look at the Earth. Are we ever going to see a view that amazing of it ever again?”
“Hopefully. But I get what you mean.”
“I wish I could paint that.”
“Oh you mean like this?” she says as she motioned to the side a full painting, an exact replica of what we were seeing.
“That’s cheating.”
“Okay fine.”
“That was neat though. I haven’t learned that one before.”
“Hey genius,” she replies with enough sarcasm to walk all the way to the Earth, “why don’t you take your own advice on imagination?”

I raise the finger, ever, so, slowly.

“Shhhhhh.”

She says not another word for nigh an hour. We just started ever-perplexed at the same object that had shimmered out of nowhere previously.

“Wanna take a selfie?”
“Ugh. I don’t do selfies.”

She merely narrowed her eyes.

“Fine fine fine, we’ll do it your way this time. But only on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“That we get to use that thing over there,” I nodded, “as the background.”
“Why?”
“Because nobody on Earth is going to believe the picture is real, and that just makes it that much more fun.”
“Yeah, because they’re totally going to believe us being on the Moon without that thing. Totally legit.”
“Hey smart ass, just roll with it okay.”
“Okay okay fine,” she replied.

Taking her phone out of her water-dripping purse, she was readying the camera for the selfie when –

– I snapped my fingers and disappeared in a puff of smoke, as a note drifted slowly thereafter.

Picking up the note, she laughs, puts it in her purse, and stomps her stiletto on the ground and vanishes.

Waking up from having my face buried in a book, I yawn ever so slowly.

While I’m stretching waking up, I realize there is a note folded within the book I just woke up from.

Laughing, I put the note away, and make a paper airplane after writing two lines it, and aim it softly at the closest painting as the plane vanishes out of sight. The kid’s eyes next to me got enormous while I mouth “Shhhhhhh.”

The kid smiles, and he starts making a paper airplane. As he’s about to launch it, I close the book and the bell rings.

I have to get back to class.

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Author’s Note:

This post was totally unplanned until nigh an hour go or so. I read a post from someone that spoke about the Moon. That story reminded me of the post I wrote a bit ago called “Have You Ever Walked On The Moon?” More importantly, the post was inspiring, and this was what I wrote off the cuff. My mind is still total mush, so hope it makes some semblance of sense.

Lastly, the kid in the story is merely to serve that imagination is contagious, just like what happened with me right now. You’ll never know how the smallest of circumstances will stoke the embers of someone’s imaginations.

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Emotional Bank Accounts: Mutual Investments | #Kindness | #Friends | #Friendship | #Positivity | #GoodVibes | #MotivationalMondays

“Do things for people. Not because of who they are or what they do in return, but because of who you are.”
– Harold S. Kushner

“We rise by lifting others.”
– Robert Ingersoll

Kindness
BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 15, 2019

This post follows another one in the ‘Emotional Bank Account’ series that is called ‘Account Closures’. In that blog post I vented my frustration about a particular worker somewhere who retaliated against one employee because they couldn’t retaliate against the person they wanted to. At the time of writing that blog post, I didn’t think I would write a ‘follow up’ per se, as each of these posts its meant to stand on its own. That said, given certain circumstances at times an individual must go where the winds of life takes them, and this is why there’s going to be a fortuitous and unplanned follow up.

A few days ago I had the fortunate circumstance of running into a few friends, all of that know about the particular issue that took place that day. Long story short, there are nigh five employees (with possibly more to act), one former employee and three customers who are bandying together to vouch for the credibly of the person that was fired as well as pointing out other significant issues.

This entire coalescence of interests was unplanned given that each of us were partaking in our acts to attempt to lend aid to this person. Once we found out our interests dovetailed, it was natural to band together.

Where this entire situation goes, it is uncertain. That said, that’s not the main point of this write up. The main point is that it’s great to see acquaintances and friends ‘mutually investing’ into someone else in a significant way. This is the type of instance that really gives you hope as a human being.

One more thing: I just found out (as I was writing this) that yesterday someone else almost got fired unfairly. Thankfully that person was not. That said, that person would have turned into a veritable storm (and rightly so) not standing for it. Where that circumstance goes, it is to early to know. It’s still something everyone’s keeping note of given everything taking place and how fluid the situation is.

Bottom line: it’s great to be able to take actions for someone that needs help, but its even better to have many people do it in conjunction with each other.

Hopefully it makes a difference. But even if it doesn’t, its still the right thing to do at least.

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Emotional Bank Accounts: Account Closures | #Friendship | #Friends | #Loyalty | #Mindfulness | #Life

BreakawayIndividual.com
Zy Marquiez
April 13, 2019

Today I found out that one of my friends got fired from somewhere. That’s never a good thing. However, when that is done in retaliation of what someone else did, then I have a really big problem with it as a human being, regardless if I know the person or not. I think most people would feel the same way.

The person that carried out the retaliation is known me, though to say we’re friends would be a stretch. In any case, there’s not a lot of things that would get me to ‘close’ an emotional bank account but picking on people is essentially one of them. Am I angry? No. Do I hate this person? No, not at all. I haven’t been angry or hateful of anyone in a really long time, many years in fact. Poker helped me conquer those emotions and I consider myself lucky since it helped me deal with things kind of on-the-spot given how poker is merciless in poking at stick at you and testing you. That said, there’s only person I would say I actually ever hated, and this person really earned it. In fact, I told them right to their face, which I never thought I would do to anyone but it happened nonetheless.

In any case, the vanguard point is that the main emotion that envelops me is a storm of searing frustration; an ocean of frustrating that is never ending.

While the parameters for how one individual deals with another is different from person to person, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to think that most individuals do have that proverbial line that shouldn’t be crossed. What that line is for everyone else, I know not. What I do know is that when that line is crossed, then that’s the end of that.

I won’t be unkind to this person, even though deep down inside I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to bury this person upside down in my front yard and use them as my next Christmas tree just as a start. Irrespective of that though, my heart screams mindfulness-mindfulness-mindfulness even as my ego disagrees.

It’s just better to drain that ocean of gasoline before a spark ignites it because it’s just not worth it.

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