Perfect, will always be inside the imperfection.
Perfect, will always be inside the imperfection.
Don’t just go through the motions, let the motions take you somewhere interesting.
How many days have you been alive? How many days have you truly lived?
A second in time
Never before seen
But special the colour
In blue, red and green.
So very dear
And then it is gone
But the memory remains
With each breath that is drawn.
A vision in colour
It plays in your mind
Your life becomes sweeter
The memory entwined.
Believe in yourself
Be the best you can be
And those moments of rainbows
You always will see.
One smile in a crowded room can spawn an epidemic!
See the smile upon my face
I put it there for you
Now perhaps you’ll understand
The things that I must do
A cloudy day is all around
You fear the sun is gone
But here it is upon my face
Which from my heart it’s drawn
We have the power to pass it on
To change the way it’s done
Perhaps it’s just a smile you need
To feel as if you’ve won
But sometimes more is needed here
To change the way you feel
I will do all that I can
To help you start to heal
The reason I am in this place
I believe it is my calling
To help another when in need
To keep someone from falling
In doing so I live my life
The best that I can be
I join with others all around
To help the world to see
It used to be an honourable race. You may not have liked a politician but he or she received and afforded respect. Now it has become mean, disrespectful and vile. People are voting for who will do the least amount of damage. We don’t know who is best for the job because all we hear is malicious rhetoric.
Nowadays scandals are more important than policies and everyone likes to twist the facts to their own agenda. What happened to honesty and honour? Political Bashing has become a favourite occupation of politicians and their voters. Why?
As a child I used to listen to my parents discuss an upcoming election. They would talk about platforms and policies and which party had the best track record of fulfilling their promises. It was a conversation that was repeated in cafés and restaurants, pubs and parks. People talked, they didn’t fight. There was no mean spirited name-calling or vile innuendos flung at each other. We listened, we discussed, we bantered and then we shook hands and moved on.
Elections used to be exciting times. Everyone wanted what was best for the country, the city, the province. We were in this together, including the politicians. The candidates were people we knew and respected even if we didn’t agree with their policies. And if your party lost, then you’d shrug your shoulders and move on. There was always next time. Now people cry ‘foul’ and scream even louder that the winning party did something wrong, sabotage!
I am tired of the bashing that has become so systemic in politics. This reeks of desperate posturing. I want to hear the truth about motives. Have you lied? What benefits and promises have you kept and if not, why? What do you want to do realistically? Politicians have become a joke or a meme. Change that. Make us proud of you again. Stop fear mongering and political bashing.
I am not the only one that wants change . . . the right change!
A little agitation today could mean a pearl of great price tomorrow.
I am not a religious person
I don’t know what that means
But I do like to have a chat
It’s not what all it seems.
Father dear who art in Heaven
Please hear the words I pray
Times are hard, I need you
I need you please to stay.
My gentle child I hear you
Each breath and sigh you make
I am never far you see
With every step you take.
I weep in sadness for what I see
My heart is heavy too
But I will watch and guide you
In everything you do.
I am a religious person
I know all what that means
I will carry on Your work
For all is as it seems.
Have you wondered what advice you would give yourself if you could meet the younger you? I have. And so to aid in that little experiment I took a hypothetical stroll through my memories. It was an interesting jaunt.
Now you think I would go back just far enough to make a difference but not so far back as to terrify myself. The infant stage is much too young for paranormal activities. We might be more open to them at that age but I don’t think we have the mental capacity to analyze and internalize the incident for it to be at all helpful. It would become part of our dreams or our mythology. Not helpful.
In the teenage years we might have the mental capacity to understand it but would we have the experience to incorporate and benefit from the information? Let’s face it, the teenage years are often full of angst and indecision. We don’t want to stand out from the crowd too much and accepting information from any future you is just a bit too ‘out there’.
Now our 20s and 30s are the perfect time. We are starting to get our footing into a career and to understand the thought processes required to function in society. We are beginning to manifest the courage to become the individual we always wanted to be. So perhaps that would be the perfect time to get reacquainted. I wonder how that would go? In the wee hours of the night a conversation might go something like this:
“Say, what? Man that sushi must’ve been bad! Or maybe I have a tumour. Are you a tumour?”
Laughing quietly, “No, I’m not a tuna or a tumour! I am you in 40 years! Is there anything you would like to ask me? I have so much to tell you to make your life better!”
“Got any winning lottery numbers?”
(Damn, I never thought of that! Why didn’t I think of lottery numbers?) “I’m not here with easy fixes. I’m here to help the you that you are today be better for tomorrow. “
“That sounds like cheating. Do I become a cheater?”
“Er, no, I just thought that you could benefit from the experiences I have gained by living my life.”
“But that’s not my life.”
“Well, yes it is because I’m you.”
No you’re not. You’re the you from 40 years in the future. I’m not you,
And that in a nutshell is why it would never work. The person I am today is not the person I was 40 years ago and the only way to become the person I am today is to live those 40 years. There ain’t no shortcuts in life!
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