Sunday, January 4, 2015

FOREWORD: FIRST DRAFT



                An excerpt from; (Working title) "Dancing with the devil, cheating death and spirituality", The story of a recovering cancer survivor.

FOREWORD

Experience can be put into millions of the most detailed words possible, and even the most astute reader will be hard-fought to truly grasp the work. This is the challenge that many an author take on, in many different genres. Perhaps this is why, right off the bat I’m going to say, this is not a self help book. This is by no means a guide to enlightenment, because all of the above attempts would come from a place that isn’t real, and if I’m going to write, to be an artist, I am going to stick to my artistic values. Believing in something and actually standing for it are two totally different things. That, I believe is a major theme in this book. BELIEF. On the darkest of days, and the stormiest of nights, when all the odds are stacked heavily against you, yet you still believe. That heart that comes alive and says, “I’m stronger than this! This which stands before me will be defeated!”  That is one the acquired “skills” that kept me alive.

        Boys, who eventually mature into young men, learn from their father’s. Most of the population grows up, well guided by two parental figures. If that is you, you are one of the lucky ones. That doesn’t mean to close the book and move on from it. There are many other experiences, or lessons, that I’ve had to live through. It is my hope that some teenager won’t have to feel the pain that I felt, because I was foolish and misguided. It took me until recently to cope with this fact, by digging down deep, really deep. Through mediation I was able to reach a spiritual conclusion, a true revelation, of sorts. My father has been here teaching me the entire time, except he has no choice, but to teach me through experience. It’s the eternal blessing of having to learn the hard way. Once the hard way sticks, it was done the hard way, it sticks for good. The hard way is something scary to many people in this world, I truly believe the human race would rather, and has been taking, the easy way out, in, through and around every problem in recent history. The curse, however, of the hard way is, it’s the hard way. It is not for the faint of heart. The hard way is for those who seek true living, as well as spiritual satisfaction out of this lifetime.    

I was told a handful of times, from the handful of respectable people, mostly family and very close friends, but sometimes random people who I will meet in a bar, after only giving them a taste of my story. It is the latter who made me think twice. That maybe my story, or a book formulated from it is something we need in the increasingly difficult times we are living in. There are so many global issues at this point. I feel we are at a climactic point in history. This gave me reason to believe that much of the well written literature of this time will be well read, year, decades and centuries from now. After all, they say the biggest perk of being a writer isn’t the cars, apartments, not even overall satisfaction. It is the immortal status that comes with being a great writer. Maybe I will never reach that point, but I sure as hell will die trying!

This goes back to books as part of culture. I’d like to consider myself more cultured than most, so from what I can understand about “American culture”, not the whole melting pot theory of American culture, which is, in my opinion true. However, I would guess that only a few American’s choose to look past anything that is placed directly in their face. Like directly, right, pressed up against their face. See, I know this to be true, because I’ve lived the in the negative end of the cultural spectrum in “American Culture”. Better known to most as drugs, crime, money, poverty and inflated egos. All of which are survival tools. They are all inspired by and designed from a warped sense of reality. However, when masses of people decide to follow this “warped sense of reality”, it becomes a reality. This is what most people don’t understand about the ghetto, and the struggle. The struggle isn’t, what do I want for breakfast. It’s how am I going to get breakfast. That higher growing up, can either make you or break you. I was using the most basic of needs as an example. It really is a hunger for more.  

On the dusty end of the coin, at that point, I always found a few words, every time, it was one of my life’s only constants’.  “Stand up when you fall. Prepare to fall, but plan to fall better better.” I always dug through the rubble to find the silver lining. Once I did, I always located a spiritual gift, which I would have never noticed without tragedy and rubble.  This mental practice is most definitely the only positive quality that stuck with me through the drug use. It is, hands down, what kept me alive. I’ve had a survivalist instinct since I was very young. Probably because I always felt like I never had that father figure, to turn to for protection. It became a habit, well, more of a mind state, which predated my father’s death.

This also goes for writing; I used to get yelled at and given negative feedback for, silently, penning stories on the margins of my books. It wasn’t ADD, either, because I was focused on a task. This is a skill that should have been encouraged. Instead, I realize as I write this, negative feedback from teachers at a young, impressionable age, which is one of the main reasons why it was hard for me to write later in life. It is methods like this that make me question the school systems value. It also led me to me a long held feeling: We need a nearly complete overhaul of the school system, especially the way that we treat students who have A.D.D., which is, in my opinion, so often misdiagnosed. My principal at Holy Rosary, in Staten Island, truly believed I was mentally ill. Long story short, I was asked, or told, to take an assessment test. I tested 8th grade level  in Math and 13th grade in Reading/English.

I am admitting now, selfishly, that I’m also writing this book to prove that I can write something I perceived as good enough. This is because, I truly believe it was all of that negative feedback that caused me to wait so long to hone my skill. We must encourage our children to be artists, if it is truly in their souls. I know most parents cringe at the thought of their son or daughter becoming an artist. That is a long lived flaw in many American families, along with constantly reminding their children about being “realistic” with their goals and aspirations. This leads to poor self confidence, and costs many a young entrepreneur, from starting his billion dollar tech start up. I shouldn’t have to feel like these keys are foreign, like an amateur pianist. In time, I will be performing concertos and writing many symphonies across many different mediums. Thanks to my higher power, most negative words are no longer part of my vocabulary. Gone from in my mind. My viewpoint has changed during this past year on my skills, not just as a writer, but in life as a whole has changed, dramatically.

 Through circumstance, choice and destiny, my skill-set was one of the only things that I was able to salvage from my past life. In fact, it only became more powerful! I was left a painter of penned art, as well as a businessman with artistic instinct. After all, business is an art. Making it all worth it was the blessing of a blank slate. Something that scares most artists, I used to be one, but after dancing with death (Or the Devil, either way), cheating it and surviving cancer. All of this came to a head in very late 2013, but really took hold at the start of this year, 2014. This is the story of that year, with a little spice and boiled to bubble at the perfect temperature.

This book was written for anyone who has been through, going through some TEMPORARY hard time. Hard time’s are like storms, they always pass! This too shall pass! It’s also for those young hustlers and grinders seeking inspiration, or for someone going through health or drug issues. I have been gifted with a new lease on life in more ways than one in 2014, or in 2 days, better known as last year. In 2015 that lease will be paid back in full, with interest. I’ve seen enough silver lining in nearly dying over a handful of times, that I can remember. I’ve seen more than enough shine in my soul to light the way through others. I learned that after surviving  my battle with stage 3 Brain Cancer. Because I was homeless, I have a level of gratefullness, unknown to most. I appreciate a warm, pull out mattress. A hot shower, whenever I please.

  I am what doesn’t kill you makes me stronger. I am you. I am we. I am not heroin. I am not cancer. I am not homeless.  My name is Michael Cooper, and I won’t be defined by my past.

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Happiness Project


To start off I'll say, my happiness is simply a result of mindfulness.  Simply put, I was sick to my stomach with being unhappy. In the era of instant gratification it's no wonder why people search for happiness in drugs, the opposite sex and material possessions. All I hear from people lately are things like,  "I  don't have a good enough job, or I can't afford that brand new car they so desire. I hate to be your wake up call, but why don't you go look in the mirror? That's the only one standing in the way of your happiness.



There's an old Chinese tale that goes something like: A man walked up to Buddha and said, "I want happiness". Buddha looked at the man and replied, "First you have to remove the I, then remove the WANT and all you are left with is happiness."

If you're confused at where to start, I found that mediation is the key to mindfulness. And mindfulness is the key to thought and emotional awareness. All of which, with proper work, will lead you to happiness.

TRY THIS SIMPLE GUIDED MEDIATION:
http://www.mindful.org/video/the-wheel-of-awareness

The root of all suffering in this world comes from attachment. So, if you're going to be attached to someone or something in this world, please make it worth it. Happiness is an inside job. Start there and you won't be disappointed. There is boundless possibilities with a properly tuned mind.

TO BE CONTINUED....

P.S
 Avoid negative energy at all cost!


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Coping with a Cancer diagnosis. Death sentence or eye opening blessing?

The following is based on journal entries and is stream of consciousness:

March 6, 2014
The Day the Earth Stood Still Pt. 2


Complete emotional shutdown. In what felt like a few minutes I was storming out of my surgeons office. A little over a month post surgery I would receive some of the most devastating news of my life. How could someone finally get clean and have overcome what at the time felt like the biggest hurdle of his life just to be diagnosed with Stage 3 brain cancer?

I don't recall much of that day. Many were surprised and shocked. It seemed as if no one knew what to say to me. What do you tell a man who was seemingly given a death sentence? The media portrays Cancer as such an insidious beast, so naturally fear is the first emotion felt. A strong dark, lonely and cold fear. Do I just go out on a tear in a psychotic and delusional blaze of glory? I was overloaded with information and lost focus for almost a week. Sleeping all day and contemplating all night.


After not wanting to deal and shutting down completely for almost a week I felt it was time to write another entry. On the night before I was set to leave for the Cancer Treatment Center of America in Philadelphia, it was time to find out what these blank diary pages could teach me.



March 11, 2014
Acceptance
2:45am

Everyone was sleeping. The sound of the wall mounted clock mocked me. Seemingly ticking away the seconds left in my life.

I hit what felt like an emotional plateau. Panic overcame me and I knew I had to get up and process this somehow. Why would this happen? Now? Should I run away and save everyone the inevitable heartache?

I stumbled reluctantly and half asleep out onto the porch and lit my cigarette. The question still mocked me. Running back and forth in my mind. Back and forth. Back and forth. I remembered something I heard once. In the most dire times come the boldest signs. I took a deep breath and something from deep within my soul told me to look up at the sky. At first it may have been to ask why, but suddenly out of the corner of my eye I noticed a large tree. The tree was naked. At first it seemed lifeless, but at closer observation I noticed something more. There was something beneath the surface. While this tree was seemingly stripped of all its pride by this long cold New York City winter there was still something strong and faithful about its stance. It may not have had leaves, but it stood tall and strong. Forever reaching for the stars in what seemed like blind faith. I then noticed next to it a tree that on the outside seemed full of life. In what seemed like full bloom it still appeared outwardly lifeless.

I AM
Cancer wanted to take my happiness,            
I am Happy.
Cancer wanted to take my love,
I am loved.
Cancer wanted to take my drive and ambition,
I am more driven than ever.
Cancer wanted to take my life and define me,
I am alive and I am Mike Cooper.

I cannot tell you how I got from point A to Point B. What I can tell you however is to have faith in a higher power. Stop trying to control every aspect of your life and start worrying about YOU. Behind every problem, no matter how bad it may seem, lies a gift. A lesson. It's up to you to find it.

Could a life be too easy? There is wisdom in the experience of hardship. It was at this moment I decided I'd rather be the strong and tested tree in all its wisdom.Maybe I just hit a plateau of understanding? Pain slowly turned into acceptance. Life is a series of choices. Will you take chances and stand tall in the face of those long dark winters?

Which tree will you be? Choose wisely ... we only live once.