When you find something to fill your hollow cracks, dont let it go.
When you find something that makes you feel glorious, don't let it go.
When you find joy, peace and happiness, don't let it go.
When you find love and comfort, don't let it go.
When you find truth, don't let it go.
When you find people you love, don't let them go.
Let go of feelings that leave you hollow feeling.
Let go of negativity that consumes.
Let go of garbage in the mind.
Let go of hate and grudges.
Let go of jealousy and envy.
Let go of comparisons.
Hold on.
Life can be hard.
Life gets hard.
It's inevitable.
Life can be happy.
Life is happy.
It's inevitable.
Good and bad tango through life.
Touching all.
Getting through rough patches.
Skating through glory times.
It's life.
When down...know this;
It's a small moment.
It's for growth.
It too, shall pass.
Remember to smile.
Smiling is good.
Life is too short to go through it with a bad attitude.
The end.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thimble Tack Time
Picture a giant ball.
A ball so big it has to be lifted with a crane.
The crane breaks.
The ball is that big.
The ball grows even bigger.
You stand next to it.
Your nothing more than the size of a thimble.
The ball is made up of thoughts.
And feelings.
From a single person.
Inside of the ball is...
Nothing.
The ball is hollow.
The hollowness rings true.
With the hollowness comes a pain.
A hollow pain.
A pain like unto super glue.
Never subsiding.
A pain with nothing pleasant to gain.
The ball grows on.
In my head.
Jump of a cliff.
Get rid of the ball.
The ball is filled of air.
And floats.
A floating head.
Not falling off a cliff.
A floating head.
Floating off a cliff.
I need to find a tack.
To pop the ball.
A ball so big it has to be lifted with a crane.
The crane breaks.
The ball is that big.
The ball grows even bigger.
You stand next to it.
Your nothing more than the size of a thimble.
The ball is made up of thoughts.
And feelings.
From a single person.
Inside of the ball is...
Nothing.
The ball is hollow.
The hollowness rings true.
With the hollowness comes a pain.
A hollow pain.
A pain like unto super glue.
Never subsiding.
A pain with nothing pleasant to gain.
The ball grows on.
In my head.
Jump of a cliff.
Get rid of the ball.
The ball is filled of air.
And floats.
A floating head.
Not falling off a cliff.
A floating head.
Floating off a cliff.
I need to find a tack.
To pop the ball.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sometimes Life Hands You Crap...Not Even Lemons.
Today in my institute class, my teacher was talking about this man manassah who, he refered to as, one of the most wicked men this earth will ever know. He told us that manassah introduced misstreating of women in such awful ways that this world has rarely seen. He went on to say other things that made this guy so bad. I was thinking to myself that possibly, just possibly the world was as bad. To me in my eyes, what makes this earth bad is the fact that there are so many people here, the more opportunites to have bad people on the earth. My roommate shared with me that in this life there are really bad specific things and really good specific things. However, often, it's the really bad specific things we focus on.
The really bad specific things happen. They do. And it sucks. Recently a really good friend of mine had 'a really bad thing' happen to them. It made me so mad. I wanted to start stabbing doom buckets with forks and be violent towards them and finish it off with a dousing of lemon juice. That or kerosene and a lighter. I wished crap upon doom buckets, I wished their bucket would be heaped with crap. I felt for my friend so deeply. She did not deserve the crap, but in her face it got thrown. I think that this happens more than often to those unsuspecting. People will be walking in a beautiful meadow and all of a sudden their foot lands in a nice fresh pile of dodo.
I have learned that not every person in life is trustworthy, but there are people who are. That's the thing in life, to sort the good from the bad. To find the good apples and sort them away from the worm infested apples. I think it is possible, however, to find those people of good values and morals and to surround yourself with them. The tricky part is when a wormmy apple is disguised as a good apple. Those disguised apples may be in your family or your 'friends' or they may even be people you've just met or have no idea who they are. You think they are just fine and then, BAM, they go and throw poop in your face.
The 'poop in your face' is inevitable. It's gonna happen. Whether if they poo is from rotten apples, disguised apples or just things that happen in life, stuff is gonna happen. That's part of life however. Take the good with the bad, bad with the good. I know this and lots of others have figured this out as well. One thing though, is with my religion I have a different perspective than some. I know that God is there for me. I know God is there for my friend. I know that in the eternal perspective all doom buckets will have poo. In their buckets. Period. I know that it's not always to keep this in mind, especially when crap happens. However, there is this really smart deceased man who said:
"But whenever my steps led through seasons of sadness and sorrow, my mother’s words often came back to me: “Come what may, and love it.” How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t—at least not in the moment. I don’t think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don’t think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life. If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness."
This wise mans name is Joseph B. Wirthlin. He goes on to say that we need to trust in god, understand compensation, seek for the eternal and learn to laugh at the small trivial things that seem awful at the time (like someone cutting you off in traffic).
I know that what Joseph B. Wirthlin is suggesting is possible to do in life. As much as I wanted to take a two by four to a certain doom buckets and share with them choice words. I know that in the end it will all work out. Even in times of aboslute sorrow, there is a purpose. Another of my really good friends went through an awfull experience awhile back when she was in high school. I know that her going through that has helped make her who she is today. I love the person who she is. I would not wish what she went through on any one and my heart breaks that she went through what she did. But she has this view on life that is so unique to who she is. It was bad what happened. But she set such a great example for me. I know that in life I will be faced with the job of scraping my crap off my shoes or sluddging through slime. I know that it can be done. For her. For my friend. For me. And for everyone else.
The really bad specific things happen. They do. And it sucks. Recently a really good friend of mine had 'a really bad thing' happen to them. It made me so mad. I wanted to start stabbing doom buckets with forks and be violent towards them and finish it off with a dousing of lemon juice. That or kerosene and a lighter. I wished crap upon doom buckets, I wished their bucket would be heaped with crap. I felt for my friend so deeply. She did not deserve the crap, but in her face it got thrown. I think that this happens more than often to those unsuspecting. People will be walking in a beautiful meadow and all of a sudden their foot lands in a nice fresh pile of dodo.
I have learned that not every person in life is trustworthy, but there are people who are. That's the thing in life, to sort the good from the bad. To find the good apples and sort them away from the worm infested apples. I think it is possible, however, to find those people of good values and morals and to surround yourself with them. The tricky part is when a wormmy apple is disguised as a good apple. Those disguised apples may be in your family or your 'friends' or they may even be people you've just met or have no idea who they are. You think they are just fine and then, BAM, they go and throw poop in your face.
The 'poop in your face' is inevitable. It's gonna happen. Whether if they poo is from rotten apples, disguised apples or just things that happen in life, stuff is gonna happen. That's part of life however. Take the good with the bad, bad with the good. I know this and lots of others have figured this out as well. One thing though, is with my religion I have a different perspective than some. I know that God is there for me. I know God is there for my friend. I know that in the eternal perspective all doom buckets will have poo. In their buckets. Period. I know that it's not always to keep this in mind, especially when crap happens. However, there is this really smart deceased man who said:
"But whenever my steps led through seasons of sadness and sorrow, my mother’s words often came back to me: “Come what may, and love it.” How can we love days that are filled with sorrow? We can’t—at least not in the moment. I don’t think my mother was suggesting that we suppress discouragement or deny the reality of pain. I don’t think she was suggesting that we smother unpleasant truths beneath a cloak of pretended happiness. But I do believe that the way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life. If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness."
This wise mans name is Joseph B. Wirthlin. He goes on to say that we need to trust in god, understand compensation, seek for the eternal and learn to laugh at the small trivial things that seem awful at the time (like someone cutting you off in traffic).
I know that what Joseph B. Wirthlin is suggesting is possible to do in life. As much as I wanted to take a two by four to a certain doom buckets and share with them choice words. I know that in the end it will all work out. Even in times of aboslute sorrow, there is a purpose. Another of my really good friends went through an awfull experience awhile back when she was in high school. I know that her going through that has helped make her who she is today. I love the person who she is. I would not wish what she went through on any one and my heart breaks that she went through what she did. But she has this view on life that is so unique to who she is. It was bad what happened. But she set such a great example for me. I know that in life I will be faced with the job of scraping my crap off my shoes or sluddging through slime. I know that it can be done. For her. For my friend. For me. And for everyone else.
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