What is it with the female
clings to the
is a delicious dish?
You smile, you laugh
as you believe the stories,
the promises, and the kismet
collected in your
that you sift through every once
in awhile to tell yourself
that surely it existed,
because a fool is
Was your pride
greater than his,
to think you
met up to
stick he never
cared to share?
What’s so great about this
bad boy you came to love?
What’s so great about this
fool who dared to hurt someone
such as you.
Tell me he was true.
Tell me he was everything
and I’ll shut the fuck up.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
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I gave the following advice below to a fellow blogger’s dilemma in their life that they are currently struggling with. For what it’s worth. I hope she takes my words to heart for the coming year and finds strength to do what she needs to do….
I have come to believe the world owes us nothing. And that it is up to us to make our own way in it. There are no guarantees of happiness but only the potential for JOY in your spirit. JOY is something separate from happiness. YOU are in control of your Joy in your heart. Happiness is external. Be the person you wish to be that brings out that JOY . When you do that, then the happiness and contentment will follow. Much love.
(I have to give proper credit because in my mind I was paraphrasing a one – Tyler Joseph of the band Twenty On Pilots who made a similar quote somewhere else in the web sphere a while back)
Yes , its vague advice . But I don’t know her whole story or her real internal struggles she lives with on a day to day basis. I will not presume to question most beliefs but I am just stating my own. Their are many mysteries in the world that people can KNOW they have the answers to but I don’t. But their ARE mysteries needing answers so I will never presume the answers won’t come sooner or later to all of them.
I have peace of mind NOT knowing the answers to the meaning of life.
I am happy with supposition and the what-ifs of it all. To me that’s FUN.
Others do the same in the world, whether finding it from an ancient book, their imperial logic, or through thoughtful meditation.
I think we all do this because the TRUE answer to the question might not be the answer we were looking for or even expected.
I personally think we are asking the wrong question: What is the meaning of life? With the sometime addendum “and my place in it? seems to be the normal refrain by most humans.
Why instead don’t we ask ourselves.. What can I do in this life that I have been given to make someone else’s life better?
(The word, Someone, in my mind is defined as all species, not just us humans.)
Life as I said to my fellow blogger IN MY BELIEF is not exclusive to the individual. It’s everywhere. YES, it’s personal, but YOU are NOT separate and apart. YOU are part of it.
So dig in and get your hands dirty and your feet wet. Because life might be missing your part in it.
I don’t know much, but I know this…
I failed at the NaNoWriMo challenge….my 50,000 WORDS didn’t Happen….I was about 2 weeks in and had 17,000 words done….about 1,500 Word average a day for me. I was doing fairly well. Making good head way to really amp it up and get myself to the 50,000 by the end of November.
WHEN BLAM….my body said to me…”Hey, your doing TOO well…time to get sick, so FUCK you!”
Yep. I am just now getting over it. I had NOT Much energy except to maybe pull myself to work and try not to fall asleep at my desk.
My voice for few a days sounded like Kermit the Frog after chain smoking for 30yrs. (no kidding)
It sucked….I HATE HATE HATE having no energy for anything ….. like reading, writing, sex ,movie going, work, sex again…etc….
C’mon gods of Fates and Dillusionment! Give me a break!
So this December will be my own private NaNoWriMo……Fuck you fates you don’t own me.
The sun has set on the old day I am going to get this Novel done its a new day coming. ‘Nuff said.
“What change’s some of us over time to see only the bad things in life when the good things are there in equal measure just waiting to be noticed again?”
I like big books and I can not lie
You other scholars can’t deny
That when a librarian walks in with an itty bitty waist
and slaps a big paged volume down in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your specs
‘Cause you notice that book looks stuffed
Deep in the pages the words be blaring.
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
in my lap to read the big picture
My schoolboys tried to warn me
But that big book makes me so ornery
When I rub its Rump-o’-smooth-skin
spine and I’m not allowed to read it.
Well, use me, use me
‘Cause you ain’t that average mystery
On the shelves, I’ve seen those other books dancin’
To hell with romances
I ’m tired of magazines
Conveying to me flat books are the thing,
Take the average smart man and ask him that
The book gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got your big book? (Hell yeah!)
Tell ‘em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy book!
And baby, baby, give me my big book back!
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