I get this feeling occasionally that sorta stampedes in, kisses my heart, stays a little while, then gently departs, giving me strength and appreciation for my life.

It’s the memory of the dreams I held in years past, wondering where my life would take me…

These moments return to me, sometimes, reminding me so clearly: today, I am living my dream.

When I was goin’ to college (for the fourth time) back in 2016, I lived in a wonderfully shitty lil’ apartment just round the corner from Harvard and Stone in East Hollywood, ran a Videogame Developer’s Club at LA City College, spent the days learning about computers, and the practicing my craft as a budding engineer, walking through the Hollywood Hills and wondering to myself… “Where will my life as a programmer take me?”

I’ve had some wild fucking times in this life as Acea Spades. I’ve lived so many lives in the span of thirty-three short years, my life is woven through with a radiant tapestry of memories to comfort and excite me forever-more. Becoming a programmer was a lifelong dream that took me quite a while to gain the stability-of-mind to begin pursuit of. It took me a million lives before it to finally begin the path of the scribe that I had always wanted to take…

“I’m a million different people from one day to the next…”

My daily verbs are filled over with things that bring me joy; writing code, loving my wife and child, enjoying the sunshine, brewing excellent coffee, listening to fantastic music, writing stories, drinking deep in the wells of Imagination. This is the life that I dreamed of, all those years ago working to become a programmer.

My life today isn’t some grand, obnoxiously-lofty mess of dripping wealth and fame, and thank the Gods for it; my life is a simple, gentle, enjoyable life, with fire and spice to warm my Spirit, every moment of the day, and no matter where the course of life may take me, it is this Spirit I continue to nurture and tend, through which all of my moments will enter the temple of my memories.

There is always another moment to weave another moment into the warp and weft of Time, until Time determines my course to depart my life.

My fucking awesome yoga teacher at the time, Daniel Overberger, used to play rock and metal for his classes of 50+ people at the Hollywood Women’s Club (where Charlie Chaplin used to have his piano studio), even had bands come and play concerts for the class, so much fun. He used to say something at the end of every class that has stuck with me:

“You’re living your dream… don’t miss it.”

To that, my friends and future-dwellers, AceaSpades adds:

“Remember to live your dream, while you are building your dream.”

Keep on rockin’, folks.

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