Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Happy Birthday to you, mom! You are the greatest mom ever, that a daughter can have, I am blessed you are mine. I miss you so much, I wish you were here with me, though I do know you are still, just not here on Earth. 68 today, wish I could celebrate with you; I miss you as much as the day you left this Earth, at times it doesn't seem like it has gotten any easier. I know you are still here with me each and everyday, helping me get through all the rough roads I may go down, I am trying to smile more and keep remaining that positive outlook on life; I have realized over the years with all the loss I have endured, that life is too short not to smile, laugh, and to enjoy my time here. We will see each other again, when my time is through.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
I saw today, a post on facebook that is so true. It goes something like this; "We don't live once, we live everyday, and we only die once." Such a profound statement, I think. Life is too short, not to live life, not to love when you have the chance. Don't worry about getting hurt by someone or something, just to be able to live and love when the opportunity arises is a blessing to receive. Why would we not want to take a chance on being loved and loving someone, when we could get a hit by a beer truck today (I was told by a dear friend)? Take life by the horns and live like it is your last day! Do what makes you happy and with whomever your heart wants. If you choose to be alone, then so be it, live life your way. If you choose to love someone, then love that person like it's your last day here on Earth. Life is way too short, not to live and love. Live, Smile, Dance, Sing, Love and Laugh!
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Hello! It's been a long while, I know, since I have posted anything. Been putting a lot of hours with my "normal job," the one to pay the bills. But I am back and ready to do some writing. So, look for some new postings in the upcoming days. Thank you for reading.
Friday, March 14, 2014
I feel lost again, no one to blame, but myself, even then I am not playing the blame game, for it is not a game, it is life, my life, in which I have lost my way, a feeling of not belonging. I like where I am, I like, love the you, it's not you, so don't think it is, don't read too much into this, it is me, all me, that is the problem, not you, not us. I just have to find my way again, find where I belong, and want to be, I'm torn and at times feel like I am being pulled in different directions, but don't worry, it's not you personally or us, I love you and us.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
He felt a weird certainty deep down in his marrow as he poured the first few fingers of the evening's espresso and lit his Camel cigarette. At first, it was nothing more than a subtle, metronomic beat in his head...beginning to hear a sort of internal percussion...
Monday, January 20, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Oscar Wilde, A brilliant poet and man of his time. He writes with emotion and such ease and truthfulness. The title in this poem, “Apologia” means to defend one’s action or opinion. In this poem, Mr. Wilde writes how he defends himself of how he mourns. He asks if shall sell his clothes so he can wear something duller in color or should he not have any fun simply because of his loss. He thus, decides to be happy that he had the chance to love, rather than be sad about losing his love. He thinks of the happy times and positive moments, rather than the loss of the love. As in the second and third stanza losing a love, he will prevail, and it is better to have loved, rather than not at all. He will not sit around and be sad, feeling sorry for himself; as in the line “…and let sorrow dig its grave within my heart.” The fourth stanza, first line, “Perchance it may be better so- at least I have not made my heart a heart of stone…” He is not letting the sorrow win and weighing his heart down or turning it to stone, so he will not feel love again. Instead, he is grateful for the love he had while it last. Wilde reserves his right to mourn whatever way feels right, and he defends his actions and opinions with all his heart and soul. “Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.” ~Oscar Wilde This poem could be a lesson many of us to whom have difficulty moving on and letting go of lost loves. Be happy that you have loved than not at all. Let go and continue with your journey.