Wise Word Winsday #4 – Patience

The power of patience is a great one. While it’s a power that is certainly embedded within us all, the depth by which we must dig to attain said power varies within us all as well. Some of us are born with patience. Some of us live our entire lives without ever achieving such a frame of mind. For some of us, it requires a life-altering experience. For some of us, it simply requires old age. For some of us, it comes with our doctorate degree. (Boom, knee slapper.)

Anyways, you get the point. Patience is here. It does exist. And believe it or not, patience is more than just a word. Its more than just a “frame of mind” like I mentioned prior. Patience is a living breathing thing. It is an essence of our well-being as a people – from the singular soul to the seven billion strong inhabiting the world. Because this is the thing: Patience is what helped humanity rise to the top of the food chain. Having patience gave humans civility and commonwealth among each other. Without patience, we would still be ripping the throats from one another upon eye contact like our barbaric ancestors. Without patience, we wouldn’t have created the endless string of inventions and improvements upon inventions that propelled us into the future of a society we live in today. Without patience, we wouldn’t fall in love and follow it through and make life of one into two like we do. (Boom, accidental yet kick-ass rhyme.)

Down to a finer line of emphasis, patience can make or break our outlook on life. It can help us through that awful day at work, knowing our home with our family and loved ones is just around the temporal corner. It can provide us with that last bit of hope when practicing our craft, be it painting that perfect portrait or shooting that saucy 3-pointer or even writing that poetic prose. Patience is the backbone of our success. But with lack of said patience, we’re no longer in control.

Because patience is the forefront of all decisions made. It is the foundation by which we build our metaphorical House of Reason! (Boom, feelin’ like a preacherman.) Patience is what got your parents through your birth. Patience is what got you a diploma, believe it or not. (In no way can anyone justify 12 years of schooling when a majority of it goes unused in the real world.) Patience is what keeps you going to work every day, hoping for that raise or promotion or maybe even new job elsewhere entirely. Like I said, we’ve all got the power of patience within us. Sometimes, as silly as it sounds, we just requires a little patience to achieve the power of patience.

So do me this favor, if nothing at all. Heed these words, whether you agree with my aforementioned rant or not.

When you wake up in the morning, ask yourself why you sleep;
what makes and takes your day away.
When you go to sleep, ask yourself why you wake;
what makes you hope and dream and pray.

~ Wolfgang Matthews


Wise Word Winsday #3 – Courtesy (or lack thereof)

In the world of today, a world invented by humanity that is so entirely engulfed and infused within its own inventions and technologies, there remains almost no room for something as simple as common courtesy. Whether you look for it within our real and actual physical world or deep down within the fine lines of various technological niches of the miniature worlds we’ve created (Facebook or other social media and pop culture like film/television and mainstream music just to name a few), there is little to no courtesy left.

So, lets take a look at the most important aspect of courtesy and what being courteous primarily involves. Or in other words, the main thing we’re lacking as a general populace.


No one even tries to make eye contact anymore, even though doing so is certainly the most important part of interpersonal and verbal communication. Eye contact carries so much more weight in meaning than the words being said themselves ever can. Eye contact paints the backdrop of a word’s meaning with flavor and provides context and some emotional input – it voices the opinions and feelings that we simply cannot express verbally; be it due to excessive excitement, fear, or downright incompetence of intellect.

I don’t know if its because of all of the new and interactive technology taking our eyes (and hands) away from us, or if its because we’re just so busy staring back at ourselves all the time; and I don’t mean that in the positive, inflection way either. I’m referring to the false, ego-driven shit we’re wasting our daylight with on a daily basis. Things like name-brand clothing and accessories. And what about social media, folks. What is that? A place to connect, they say. A place to interact and communicate with others.

Oh, but I say “NAY!” my undisclosed readers. I say social media exists to take our attention away from one another. I say it sits on our interaction and smothers our communication with a hot, moist fart. I say shit like Twitter and Facebook exist solely to remove us from ourselves. Its some devil shit, dude. The creators of these websites make millions – no, billions – of dollars annually on us spending time uploading pictures of food. And fighting about everything from past relationships and the size of our penis to who’s the better (worse) presidential candidate. And sharing pictures and videos of viral shenanigans and people dying and silly memes and STUPID, RACIAL FUCKING NONSENSE. Man, I honestly can’t even get on social media anymore because it truly hurts my heart to see some of the things I see – from friends and famous folk alike. I’m not even going to touch the “Black Lives Matter” bullshit. This blog exists for positivity and there’s nothing of the like regarding that subject. This world makes you the bad guy no matter which side of the fence you stand on.

The irony is that if you follow this stupid, racial fence, you’ll note that it ends. And therein lies a beautiful black & white – as in lack of color (do you see the irony here?) – place much larger than ourselves, and our egos, in which we can all coincide as one given the lack of a propaganda-built boundary to separate us, oh yes. And when we can take the steps to reach this place of beautiful black & white, miraculous and downright courteous things can happen! 

Now back to the point though, eye contact has dissipated from our lives. We don’t even look at one another when we eat anymore! We’re “instagraming” our food. We’re texting and “snapping” while operating a massive piece of steel and fiberglass weighing up to two tons (cars). What the fuck, right? We’re taking selfies for all of these social media outlets to document the moments of our lives instead of just plainly living in the moment – you know; etching not only the image, but wholly encompassing the feelings and emotions coursing through our bodies at the same time – and truly remembering that moment from the sweat on our skin down to the marrow of our bones.

Alas, I am using these wretched technologies to reach out to you all, but I’ at least using them to make my point and have it be heard. Does that make me any better? I like to think so. So work with me, fellow writers and readers alike. Work with me to quell all of the negativity and nonsense of social media. In no way will we ever slay the Infinitely-headed Social Media Serpent, but we can at least try to tame the poor beast. We can’t stop Facebook from being here, but we can do our part in keeping it clean of our dirty laundry, eh? This is an entirely unplanned and streamlined thought of consciousness, and its quite hilarious, but look at it like one does recycling. Sure, we’ll never entirely clean the planet, but we can at least do our small part in not littering so as to not add to the unending filth we live in. I mean, isn’t that common courtesy?

~ Wolfgang Matthews

Post-scripture: This would’ve been a great post for Wise Word Winsday yesterday. But I digress, at least I got it out of my brain. I hope you enjoyed the read, whether you agreed or not.

Wise Words Winsday #2 – Be

Today’s word of the wise from none other than yours truly is a simple one, yet with difficult passage. Today, I want to talk about “be” and how absolutely crucial it is to truly understand the imposing message and meaning behind a word so opposingly small. Without further adieu, lettuce begin, shall we?


Here’s our World’s definition of “be”:

Be – verb

  1. exist.synonyms: exist, have being, have existence, live, be alive, breathe, have extent
  2. occur; take place.synonyms: occur, happen, take place, arise, transpire, fallmaterialize, ensue, befall, betide


In my less-than-professional opinion, the definition above doesn’t do our Winsday Wise Word justice. Simply existing isn’t enough to be. Nope, not for me. My reasoning is somewhat similar to what I was getting at when I begin this blog with Breaking the Ice. My reasoning to live, or exist, or have being comes from something much deeper than simply “occuring” or “taking place”in some instance in time.

Sure, we’re not really significant in the big picture of things. Our measly little ~100 years of life doesn’t amount to much on the grand scale of Time itself. But I’ll be damned if I allow such a reasonable, realistic, yet terribly narcissistic thought like that influence how I choose to live my life.

Do you understand? At the end of the day, it really doesn’t matter what we think about ourselves or what our destiny might be. What really matters are the lives by which our own lives affect and the butterfly effects of which said effected lives choose to inflict on others, including the effects inflicted back upon us. What really makes our lives worth living is the impact we have on those around us – Our parents, our peers, our children. Even our co-workers and pets and such. And to have an impact, one cannot simply “exist” or “take place”, oh no, and that is a FACT.

Do you understand?! At the end of the week, it really doesn’t matter how tired and exhausted we are. What really matters is whether or not we did our best at our craft, even if our day job isn’t our true love or joy in life, because being stuck doing something we might not want to do in the morning isn’t an excuse to keep us from our true craft and passion at night. Yes, what really matters is the effort(s) in life by which we choose to put forth on a day-to-day basis throughout the week. We have no right to complain about our day job if we’re not actively doing something, ANYTHING, outside of that day job in an attempt to progress in life and change it. This is as much a FACT as our lack of the right to believe in (a) God(s) if we can’t even sustain the spine to believe in ourselves first and foremost – but those words, like so many other words, are words for another day.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! At the end of the year, it really does not matter how much money we made or what car we bought or didn’t buy or what version of iPhone is currently on the market/mind. What really matters is the progress we achieved in comparison to the year prior. What really matters is whether or not we’re continually growing as a person – day by day, week by week, and year by year – because if we can’t manage growth within ourselves, I don’t find it easy to promote growth within others, you know, those parts-of-life we use to surpass the hump. It all comes around full circle my friend, and that too, is a FACT my undisclosed readers. That is a fucking FACT.

I truly hope you’re beginning to understand.

For at the end of our lives, it really does not fucking matter how we feel about it. Its all of those parents and peers and all the other parts-of-life and their feelings and thoughts on how we lived our lives as we finally were able to surpass the hump that really matters. Its whether or not we went out and lived and learned and loved  and created something, be it with our own two hands or with our sex organ and the unconditional love of a significant other (or lack thereof) that really matters. Its whether or not we woke up this morning and chose to believe in ourselves – that really matters. And that, as always, will be a FACT.

~ Wolfgang Matthews

Wednesday/Winsday Wise Words #1 – Grow


     Of all the people in the world speaking English, I feel a majority of us secretly pronounced ‘Wednesday’ in a similar manor to how it is shown above in the massive bold print I placed up there^ strictly for this example by which I just exemplified. Am I right? Sure.

     Well, while casually learning to read in the waiting room of my mother’s womb, I had a tendency to do that kind of spelling trick with virtually every word I read and that same tendency has continued up to this day. I’m doing it right meow. But the only word I won’t allow myself to phonetically sound out is Wednesday. Why, do you ask?

“Why, Dean, do you submit yourself to such proper, yet blasphemic standards in speech?!”
– Undisclosed reader

Mm. Well I shall tell you my reader of utmost nondisclosure. I look at Wednesday as Winsday, therefore, I choose to pronounce it as such. It’s the day fit for winning. The day for taking that extra effort to surpass the hump in the week. We all know life is mostly shit, but its those atom-sized parts of life that aren’t shit that gives us cause to get out of bed in the AM. Everyone’s parts-of-life are different and no one is here to judge.

They could be anything from music to a significant other to intense drug binges to finally landing that big fish. Broad, general things like The Cincinnati Reds winning or deciphering that puzzle you’ve been stuck on all week. Specific things like hugging that one special dog at home or those two Oreos with a glass of poorly mixed chocolate milk (using powder of course. No syrup nonsense in this house, no sir) right before bed. New shoes. Old photos. Fast cars. Slow jams. Everyone’s parts-of-life are different.

The lesson I’m learning ya is this. As we’re living life day to day, trying to keep that inner flame alive, working to get over that hump, shit will undoubtedly hit the fan at one point or another. It might even happen on a Winsday. All the same, herein this moment lies our opportunity to resist the urge of looking back down into the valley of the past. What happens will happen and will have happened alike. Chew on it for a minute. Swallow it. Take the time to consider those special parts-of-life and use them as ego-fuel to surpass the hump, make it through Winsday, and grow as a person, because that’s all we can really do as we surpass the humps and mountains of Life: Grow.

So grow.

~ Wolfgang Matthews





1) blasphemic isn’t even a word, but it sounds sexy so it stays.

2) Happy Hump Day, folks !

3) Do your earballs a favor today and click the link below. It’ll take ya to Youtube.

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