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The Sickness
The sickness comes not in waves, but in one solitary strike. It creeps in the shadows waiting, tearing, and weakening the defenses, until there is no will left to fight. It’s cunning and calculating. It’s cold and murderous. It cares for nothing save the long awaited anticipation of a full scale war it hopes to win.
It doesn’t really matter what sickness stumbles onto our path. It could be a cold. It could be a fever, or even something we can never rid ourselves of. It could even be the yearly trip to the tax office, as if the IRS hasn’t stripped enough flesh from the bones. It could be some hidden desire that drives the body into irrational decisions. Who knows, and no one cares until the sickness hits.
For the past few days, I’ve battled with some foreign disease that has left me in sweaty sheets one moment and iced air the next. It has fogged my head to the point where I’ve felt that it has taken too much energy to think. My cat can offer no help except to lie on the bed next to me and watch the spectacle resume. That’s when it hit me.
There is much more to the word sickness, than the usual definition. Even when we presume ourselves to be in good hygienic health, we are still sick. It never seems that we are ever proactive enough to protect ourselves from the bacterial world.
It would be great if a mere orange a day would expunge our brain of the hate we hold for another person. It would be great if those cyanide apple seeds could kill off that bile that builds up when we spot something irritating in a friend. It would be better yet if that one stick a gum a day could cure the lusts of the flesh; those lusts that truly bring us to the brink of self-destructive behavior.
Who cares right? We’re not sneezing, coughing, retching, or healing from torn away body parts, which make us “sickness free.” Then again, is it really gone? If so, why is it so easy to walk into a group of negative talkers, listen to the drama and hatred of another person, and then decide to dislike that same said person without out ever meeting them? Seems very similar to a sickness, does it not? Ehh, who am I to say anything, I’m still writing this from the furnace of a body and could possibly, be delusional.
It doesn’t really matter what sickness stumbles onto our path. It could be a cold. It could be a fever, or even something we can never rid ourselves of. It could even be the yearly trip to the tax office, as if the IRS hasn’t stripped enough flesh from the bones. It could be some hidden desire that drives the body into irrational decisions. Who knows, and no one cares until the sickness hits.
For the past few days, I’ve battled with some foreign disease that has left me in sweaty sheets one moment and iced air the next. It has fogged my head to the point where I’ve felt that it has taken too much energy to think. My cat can offer no help except to lie on the bed next to me and watch the spectacle resume. That’s when it hit me.
There is much more to the word sickness, than the usual definition. Even when we presume ourselves to be in good hygienic health, we are still sick. It never seems that we are ever proactive enough to protect ourselves from the bacterial world.
It would be great if a mere orange a day would expunge our brain of the hate we hold for another person. It would be great if those cyanide apple seeds could kill off that bile that builds up when we spot something irritating in a friend. It would be better yet if that one stick a gum a day could cure the lusts of the flesh; those lusts that truly bring us to the brink of self-destructive behavior.
Who cares right? We’re not sneezing, coughing, retching, or healing from torn away body parts, which make us “sickness free.” Then again, is it really gone? If so, why is it so easy to walk into a group of negative talkers, listen to the drama and hatred of another person, and then decide to dislike that same said person without out ever meeting them? Seems very similar to a sickness, does it not? Ehh, who am I to say anything, I’m still writing this from the furnace of a body and could possibly, be delusional.
Write the Perfect Love Note
So often are we asked how a man can write the perfect love note to his wife or girlfriend. The answer to this is so simple yet why do so few men do it?
The is possibly no such thing as the perfect love note. A love note is just what it is; a note that expresses your love for your partner. It is not the way you say or write how much you love your partner; it is the act of leaving a love note and the thought behind it that makes it important.
How much you say in your note is not important. What you say is important but the fact that you want to say it … that is the most important aspect of a love note.
No book, no website, no other person can tell you what to write and make it perfect! You need to write just what you feel about the other person. It has to be your words (they will recognise if you try to copy someone else’s words!) and has to be what you really feel. This is important because your partner may want to hear it in words later and if you have made it up, then you will be caught out trying to recall what you wrote!
When you write your love note, do not write it for a reason. Do not write it because you are sorry for hurting them … write it because you love them. Do not write it because you want to make love … write it because you care about them. Do not write it because you have forgotten something .. write it because you are thinking about them.
Do not stop writing love notes after you get your love!
Don't you just love...
being the only poster in a thread the OP does not respond to? Oh heck I know it is all about ego but just because I play nice does not mean I don't have one!
I have also become quite good at predicting which of my poems are likely to slide off the page without a comment. It took a while to realize it is less a comment on the quality of the writing and more about the content. I understand, but there is more to me than dawns and sunsets, love songs, and my philosophy is not the kind that batters at the big questions, what is life, why are we here. It really doesn't exercise my mind that much.
I am here. I get on with it. I have little questions like what happens to a thought when if flits across my mind and disappears, apparently forever? Does it recycle and sneak out later in some other guise? Does it suffers as it dies? Does it have a feeling of its own about being fleeting?
And why, when I can hold something so clearly in my mind's eye are there times when my hand cannot see what my eye does? Cannot translate the impulses I am sending down the nerves into what I WANT to draw?
Why after years of attempting to fast, for various reasons, and eating after six or seven hours am I suddenly able to transcend hunger, what makes this attempt to give my system rest and time for healing different from the last twenty times I tried and did not make it?
looking back I have to laugh, because i never actually cared that I "failed". I gave it my best shot and if that was only six hours so be it. I am not inclined to suffering as a way of life. Tried it and gave it up, the only time I have ever been bored. Although a part of me looks on in half admiring wonder at the convolutions souls can put themselves through.
They must be having fun on some level or they would find a door out of themselves. That's what I learned, the door is always there, sometimes it has a really huge sign on it too, saying you can change this. Problem is, it takes work. Sometimes a lot of nasty tedious painful work.
After the first 24 hours on a fast, the pain of hunger goes away. The pain of withdrawal from caffeine starts in but that washes away with water. And the body is amazing! It processes stuff so thoroughly and efficiently when I don't get in its way. I thought I would feel weak but no, I am actually bursting with energy. And perhaps a little more in tune with the inner workings of body mind and spirit than is normally comfortable.
So I felt like bitching and I did and it felt good. Life is. I embrace it with my arms wide open as often as I can. And when I die, as die we all must, they can put upon my headstone, "She wasn't much for the big questions, but she lived!"
I have also become quite good at predicting which of my poems are likely to slide off the page without a comment. It took a while to realize it is less a comment on the quality of the writing and more about the content. I understand, but there is more to me than dawns and sunsets, love songs, and my philosophy is not the kind that batters at the big questions, what is life, why are we here. It really doesn't exercise my mind that much.
I am here. I get on with it. I have little questions like what happens to a thought when if flits across my mind and disappears, apparently forever? Does it recycle and sneak out later in some other guise? Does it suffers as it dies? Does it have a feeling of its own about being fleeting?
And why, when I can hold something so clearly in my mind's eye are there times when my hand cannot see what my eye does? Cannot translate the impulses I am sending down the nerves into what I WANT to draw?
Why after years of attempting to fast, for various reasons, and eating after six or seven hours am I suddenly able to transcend hunger, what makes this attempt to give my system rest and time for healing different from the last twenty times I tried and did not make it?
looking back I have to laugh, because i never actually cared that I "failed". I gave it my best shot and if that was only six hours so be it. I am not inclined to suffering as a way of life. Tried it and gave it up, the only time I have ever been bored. Although a part of me looks on in half admiring wonder at the convolutions souls can put themselves through.
They must be having fun on some level or they would find a door out of themselves. That's what I learned, the door is always there, sometimes it has a really huge sign on it too, saying you can change this. Problem is, it takes work. Sometimes a lot of nasty tedious painful work.
After the first 24 hours on a fast, the pain of hunger goes away. The pain of withdrawal from caffeine starts in but that washes away with water. And the body is amazing! It processes stuff so thoroughly and efficiently when I don't get in its way. I thought I would feel weak but no, I am actually bursting with energy. And perhaps a little more in tune with the inner workings of body mind and spirit than is normally comfortable.
So I felt like bitching and I did and it felt good. Life is. I embrace it with my arms wide open as often as I can. And when I die, as die we all must, they can put upon my headstone, "She wasn't much for the big questions, but she lived!"
CHEERLEADING
We don't all do cheerleading as a fun activity. Ask any one of us, we'll tell you that we hate it, but our lives would be completely boring without it. We live for every part of it. We live for the team parties, running through the halls at midnight, elevator racing, random pictures of our memories, and the strangers who became family. We wouldn't be anything without the tape, knee/ankle braces, and the inhalers. We love our stupid ways we get ready in the morning listening to our music singing and marking the routine. We love how most of our weekends are spent in arenas, convention centers, and high school gyms. We live for all the hairspray, pounds of glitter, pins, and clips. We love how everything we eat and drink is covered in red lipstick and glitter. We love walking into warm ups hearing other teams and other coaches screaming "5-6-7-8!" We live for the way when we stunt and tumble in warm ups, teams stare in awe at the edge of our floor. We love hearing whispers of scared competitors saying, "I heard there national champions." We live for seeing the fear in another team's eyes when they tell us, "Good luck!" when we walk past them. We live for owing a team payback, and that's just what they get. We love that when we step through those curtains, we see in our fans sections other teams who came to cheer us on. We love when we get to the cheer we see the whole crowd screaming our name. We hate the rush of nervousness while you're waiting on deck, but love when you burst onto the floor how excited you are. We live for squeezing people's hands when they get to our division in awards, and when we jump up when they announce another team as second. We live for the friends, the fans, the rivals, the judges, the competitions. We live for it all. WE ARE ALL STAR CHEERLEADERS.
DFWTB
GALAXY
one heart; one soul; one Chance
DFWTB
GALAXY
one heart; one soul; one Chance
Broken Promises
It is funny how many people take the word promise and totally destroy it. As I think back over my lifetime I can only think of three people that have never broken a promise to me, that being my dad, GOD and Jesus.
I remember my dad saying "Keeping promises is very important. Don't make promises you can't keep. Broken promises hurt individuals and can erode relationships. Trustworthiness is too valuable of a characteristic to own... don't give it away".
We all live with promises in this world: We live on the promise that life will be good; that our families will always be together; that friends will not forsake us and we have the promise of peace between nations.
But for the majority of people in this world promises are broken every day. We as humans live in this illusion that we can live by promises and hope based of this world. But hopes are shattered every day.
I was once married and when said I do, I did, but what happen on the other side of the equation?
You said no more lonely nights and that you'd always be there for me, but where are you now.
You ran away and left me here you said you'd never run a game on me, but where are you now.
You see when promises are broken it does not only impact the ones who are in the promise, but those who follow that generation and those who are connected to us.
I have come to the conclusion that justice and promise were included in this world by humankind in order to make this "world turn." Humankind instituted ‘law’ in a system of justice to make promises come true for us. But as time progresses we have more laws as we have more promises broken.
Honoring promises is high on my list of requirements in being a person of integrity. Basically, if someone doesn't follow through on a promise or have a very good excuse for backing out on their word I feel betrayed.
Personally I would rather be told no in the first place. I would respect that honest response. It is worse to have someone back out on you at the last minute with some lame excuse, or to cut and run at the first sign of trouble.
A promise is a promise no matter what.
The Outlaw Wolf
I remember my dad saying "Keeping promises is very important. Don't make promises you can't keep. Broken promises hurt individuals and can erode relationships. Trustworthiness is too valuable of a characteristic to own... don't give it away".
We all live with promises in this world: We live on the promise that life will be good; that our families will always be together; that friends will not forsake us and we have the promise of peace between nations.
But for the majority of people in this world promises are broken every day. We as humans live in this illusion that we can live by promises and hope based of this world. But hopes are shattered every day.
I was once married and when said I do, I did, but what happen on the other side of the equation?
You said no more lonely nights and that you'd always be there for me, but where are you now.
You ran away and left me here you said you'd never run a game on me, but where are you now.
You see when promises are broken it does not only impact the ones who are in the promise, but those who follow that generation and those who are connected to us.
I have come to the conclusion that justice and promise were included in this world by humankind in order to make this "world turn." Humankind instituted ‘law’ in a system of justice to make promises come true for us. But as time progresses we have more laws as we have more promises broken.
Honoring promises is high on my list of requirements in being a person of integrity. Basically, if someone doesn't follow through on a promise or have a very good excuse for backing out on their word I feel betrayed.
Personally I would rather be told no in the first place. I would respect that honest response. It is worse to have someone back out on you at the last minute with some lame excuse, or to cut and run at the first sign of trouble.
A promise is a promise no matter what.
The Outlaw Wolf
Ever not liked a move then years later...loved it?
I watched...amongst many movies...Jerry Maguire. I hated it and thought it was cheesy...I seen it the other night and liked it...
(Please don't be too harsh!!! I'm being serious!!!)
(Please don't be too harsh!!! I'm being serious!!!)
online today!
A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum
We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
every wrong attempt...
“… Every wrong attempt discarded is often a step forward”
“Seek not to create failure, nor to avoid failure. Seek instead to allow failure, when it comes, to keep you moving on the path to greater success.”
Wow, I almost missed todays thought, and that would have been a disappointment. Todays thought is one of the most valuable lessons we EVER stand to learn. The title of this post is a quote from Thomas Edison. He might not have been the most brilliant man in his day, (it actually is debatable), but he was without doubt the very most prolific inventor and problem solver of his day. I don’t know for sure, but I wouldn’t doubt that he still holds US Patent records.
Failure is so very important for our success. There is an old story about this; Several successful and high level gentlemen were gathered together at their exclusive men’s club, and they were interviewing applicants to the club. The question arose, “What failures have you experienced?” When the young applicant looked a bit puzzled, an older tenured Doctor said, “Like the time I prescribed the wrong pain medicine for my patient. It reacted violently with something the patient was already taking. I nearly killed the man”, he said in a sad voice. “Or the time I missed the Federal wire”, spoke the Banker, “I overdrew the bank 45 million dollars that day. We lost $175,000 interest that day. I was of course fired”. “Then there was the day I listened to my boss”, spoke up a business manager, “doing what she said I gave one of my employees a poorer performance review then she deserved. HR got involved and the employee ended up getting fired”. “I’m sorry”, said the young applicant, “I’m afraid I don’t understand the reason for the question”.
“Well”, said the Doctor, “my failure that day made me aware that my patients are more than what I see in front of me at the time. From that mistake I learned to pay closer attention to my patients, and I’m a better doctor today because of it”. “I learned”, said the Banker, “what it means to have good time management skills. I’ve never missed an appointment since that day I got fired”. “And I”, said the business man, “learned a very important lesson about integrity and personal honor”. “You see”, the Banker continued, “we are all very successful today in our careers. Independently wealthy, happy and fruitful, but everyone of us, everyone in this club has paid a price to get to where we are today. Now, we ask you again… What is your greatest failure?”
The young man looked down, shaking his head sadly, “I understand what you mean. The only thing I can think of right now is that I applied to this exclusive club too early. I’ve learned that even though I got rich in the Computer game… I basically lucked out, I’ve learned what arrogance is all about, and a bit about humility too”.
Three days later, he received a letter from the exclusive club. In it the interview panel wrote; “Perhaps we are premature in accepting this young man into our club, but he exhibited understanding, honesty, and the ability to learn from his mistakes”.
We all stand to learn something from our mistakes … our failures can be our greatest asset!
Bright blessings!
The Message
If you ever feel like people just don't care anymore, then watch this video on youtube.
The first video is of a guy (he always wear a certain mask) that invites people to be part of one world project. The second video is the response. This video left an impression on me that I do not think I will ever forget and wanted to share it with you too.
One World
The Message
The first video is of a guy (he always wear a certain mask) that invites people to be part of one world project. The second video is the response. This video left an impression on me that I do not think I will ever forget and wanted to share it with you too.
One World
The Message
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whats good??
talk to me
talk to me
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