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“Boys, just do it!—-Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.”

— Unknown (via naturaekos)

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Is it time to cut my hair, yes or no? . . . . . (Wrong answers only). . . . . . PC: @o_elsbecker (at Appleton, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9ZzD11j-KC/?igshid=1irzdzc8ge9k4

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As much as we use our phones these days, we never see or use them in dreams.

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It’s weirder for someone you know to see you naked than it is to have a stranger see you naked.

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This is my best 90's heart-throb impression. (at Neenah, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9P8QYrjkc3/?igshid=192hc2f5yf5k

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I was watching a rabbit run across the street when this was taken. (at Neenah, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9KH6wUjpS8/?igshid=10efe4rnm74ir

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Definition

Hello friends.

Some time has passed since I last wrote. Much has gotten in the way of this pseudo-blog/ artistic pursuit. Breakups, jobs, other creative pursuits, school, Krav Maga. I promised myself over and over I was going to write again.

I was going to write on how coffee inspired the Revolutionary War and coffee shops deserve to be places of political discussion once again. I was going to write on how manhood died along with the countless lives lost in World War II. I was going to write tales of love, pain, and other drugs.

All vast and deep subjects clearly.

It seemed, however, every time I sat down to type, my creative juices dried up like a raisin in the sun. Much of this is due to great personal growth in a short time.

Last I wrote I was angsty, anxious, and desperate to find my purpose in life. I knew my voids and sought to fill them with validation, creativity, and general busyness. These days I’m a bit more relaxed and more comfortable in who I am...perhaps even a tad too confident. Till today.

My private readings, life circumstances, and conversations have prompted several questions I felt need answering. How do people around me view me? Am i delusional in the words I use to define myself? Lastly, what words do I want at the end of my life be used to describe me?

Naturally, I texted several people the following question and waited for a response.

“What words would you use to describe me?”

Now I didn’t cherry pick my audience mind you. I chose close friends, people that barely know me, people with ideologies opposite of mine, mentors, old flames. I wanted an honest opinion. I desired to be fully self-aware with no false notion of who I am. 

Here is what I received back.

-Loyal

-Dedicated

-Creative

-Capable

-Adventurous

-Funny

-Aggressive

-Bold

-Love deeply

-Noticeable

-Charismatic

-Caring

-Determined

-Strong

-Safe

-Reserved

-Compassionate

-Insecure

-Stubborn/strong-willed

-Driven

-Earnest

-Impulsive at times

-Hard-working

-Genuine

-Positive

-Unshakeable

-Passionate

-Personable

-Joyful

-Clean

-Forgiving

-Independent

-Ambitious

-Daring

-Honest

-Inspiring

-Attractive

Now I don’t share these words to pat myself on the back. These responses just answered the question of how I am viewed. It also opened my eyes to any potential areas I may lack in or am delusional in my ability in. For instance, I thought I was secure in who I am. Apparently, my actions still counter this belief. That is ok! At least now I am aware of it and can keep moving forward to improve in it.

The question still remains, however, what word do I wish at the end of my life be used to describe me? I want this word to be a reflection of my faith, my accomplishments, and my life’s goals. I want it to define how I treated people, made them feel, and touched their lives. I want it to embody the true spirit of manliness. Not in a macho fashion, but rather like this poem by Kipling.

“ If you can keep your head when all about you       Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,     But make allowance for their doubting too;   If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,     Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,     And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;       If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster     And treat those two impostors just the same;   If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken     Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,     And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings     And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings     And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew     To serve your turn long after they are gone,   And so hold on when there is nothing in you     Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,       Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,     If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute     With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,       And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”

This is one of my most favorite poems. In many ways it is the philosophy I try to adhere my life to. I could spend hours writing and breaking down this poem, but instead, for today, lets continue on finding the word I wish to define Isaac Stitt.

After much thought and reading I settled on this simple yet regal word.

NOBLE.

I wish to be defined as a noble man.

What is nobility? Is it a lifestyle of luxury, helicopter pads, and yachts laden with bikini clad models? Is it a monarch upon a golden throne, surrounded by servants who run to his every beckoning, and a castle filled with exotic fantasy? Maybe it’s James Bond, sipping martinis, rescuing the world, and snatching every lovely woman in his path. Perhaps it is Alcibiades, a politician with loose morals, charisma, and an extravagant lifestyle.

I think not.

Merriam-Webster define the word “Nobel” as, “possessing outstanding qualities possessing very high or excellent qualities or properties, characterized by, or arising from superiority of mind or character or of ideals or morals.”

I believe that is but half of it. Why yes, I want to be known for my good qualities, and high morals and standards, but.....there’s something lacking. It’s missing movement. To be described as “caring” is one thing. It is the practice of the word that makes it so. We can call a car “sleek” all we wish, but it’s not till we see it speeding down the highway do we actually see it as it truly is. “Sleek”.

I believe an illustration would help us best define nobility. So who embodied the word “Noble” in action?

Leonidas. No not the guy with ripped abs and a Scottish accent kicking people down wells. Not even that guys in a weird graphic novel. I’m talking the historical badass who led 300 of the mightiest warriors into certain death, as he knew their sacrifice would give the Greeks time to prepare and fight against the Persian Empire. He was loved by all his men, sweated and fought next to them, not behind them. He rejoiced with them and wept with them. He paid the ultimate price to save his city and the rest of his country, which didn’t even like him.

That’s nobility.

Nobility is Andy Reid. Continuing to grind despite the lack of success. To keep going even when failure is rampant. To stay gracious and hungry despite failing every time a championship is near. To prepare and be so involved with your players they would run through a wall for you. Or maybe at least  have multiple comebacks on some of sports biggest stages.

That’s nobility.

Nobility is Winston Churchill. Leading a nation that was at it’s breaking point. Standing firm in the face of defeat. Caring about every single life lost. Pushing forward in the face of a parliament that didn’t even like him and wished to veto any idea he came up with. Staying firm to the course, never giving up, being a man of the people.

That’s nobility.

Lastly, to be noble is to be Christ-like. To emulate his life of surrender, sacrifice, and love for all man. To give up one’s own dreams and desires for the good of others, to pay whatever price necessary for the freedom of those around you, to love those that despise your name. To love everyone from the most innocent child to the most vile adult, to accept each person as they are, and to point them to a better way.

That’s nobility.

It is not just being honorable. It is not just being a person with high morals. It is not even being a “good person”.

Nobility is character in action. It is a drive of the most finest qualities towards a goal of self-sacrifice for those near and far. Nobility is the apex where the quality of a man is tested and refined. It is the product of years of self-denial, a driving towards improvement, and a surrender of one’s base desires and fleshly lusts.

To be noble is not to be the ruler of all. Nobility is to be the servant of all.

And that is what I will forever strive to be defined as.

Much Love,

Caasi.

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Heart so cold gimme frostbite. . . . . . Legend of the Ordinary coming soon. . . . . . PC: @o_elsbecker (at Neenah, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9FGH9TD0KH/?igshid=ilm89lrrek5b

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Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I sold it, it was cheap. . . . . Legend of the Ordinary coming soon. . . . . PC. @o_elsbecker (at Neenah, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9ASr2ynV-3/?igshid=1k7qym7dvtnzu

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My latest single is out now! Itd mean a lot if you hit that link in my bio and took a listen! Much love ❤ . . . . #independent #artist #artistsoninstagram #caasi #lastnight #twogirls #single #rap #foxcities #underground #newmusic #appleton #me #guy https://www.instagram.com/p/B6Ti1IHDbqT/?igshid=1a5deg8yaflm7

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Out on Friday. You listening? (at Appleton, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6Ozn82Dp31/?igshid=gib6y7k69j4o

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"Last Night I Was at the Bar and Two Girls Told Me They Love Me." Will be released Friday December 20th. . . Big love to the g @lilgodzhe . Gonna be a banger. . . #music #independent #artist #artistsoninstagram #caasi #lastnight #twogirls #single #rap #foxcities #underground #newmusic https://www.instagram.com/p/B6B4AQ8pTnx/?igshid=7g6yjxxn0ojm

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New single comes out next week! . . . "Last Night I Was at the Bar and Two Girls Told Me They Love Me." . . . Can't wait to bless your ears. . . . #music #independent #artist #artistsoninstagram #caasi #lastnight #twogirls #single #rap #foxcities #underground #newmusic (at Appleton, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5-eOrqDcVg/?igshid=1f47j2s4l8x6n

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Light vs Dark. https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Ti8aVpDId/?igshid=vwd69b8x27av

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Eccedentesiast. (at Readfield, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5L-iOhD2cl/?igshid=heegeita6zgi

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"Why you on the Gram posting thirst traps? Love don't cost a thing, this is all facts." . . . Lately been thinking why do we post what we post? To get a quick hit of dopamine cause someone liked a picture of our ass in a thong or our shirtless pic? Stuff like that is never gonna satisfy our desire to fill our void with something real. (at All Facts) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2GIY3FDuZl/?igshid=1nx9sdxe1rktt