Country Bliss

The wheels of a carriage on the roads.

The beauty of the outdoors.

The mooing of the cows.

The babbling of the creek.

THe neighing of the horses.

The sounds of walking on gravel.

THe blowing of the trees.

All to the ear that doesnt listen means nothing, but if you do listen its utter country bliss nipping at your ears

Lake

On the surface it seems so calm but who really knows what happens below that serene surface.

Yea sure you can throw a rock, pebble, stick..anything in the water and cause a splash, ripple. Obvious the bigger the object the bigger the commotion.

However, when there is a storm is present then the waters are never calm, serene. When does the storm pass...that is unknown.

Someone is left with two options...can either wait it out or brace yourself for a fight.

What is the lesser of the two evils?

Snow

As fast as the snow comes it goes...as fast as it freezes...the faster it seems to melt away.

Whether we are ready or not that snow comes and if we do not prepare...it can bury us, block us...the only way out dig or wait for it to thaw.

Digging would only cause a temporary pain last a short while on the other hand can take a great effort.

Waiting for it to thaw is the most painful and hurts the most. As you start to see the light of day under the melting snow it is shattered by yet another layer of snow and another and another...then this time you are deeper than where you started..the next thing you know 5 months has passed and you have yet to thaw.

As each moment passes your chances of digging out become bleak hence by the time you realize that you wanted to dig you are left with thawing.

Cloudy When Gray

As time pass it seems like our minds become overgrown by ideas, thoughts and images then it seems that everything is out of control. It just seemed like it was too much to cut all those things; so things were overgrown to the point that you could not see the reality of a situation. It seemed that you have so much anger and frustration that you allowed that to take over your life and seemed like revenge was the only thing that was going to let you clear the brush away. Then you take a step back and realize that all those ideas, thoughts and images were you just trying to get over whatever it was that clouded you in the first place. You then realize that instead of focusing on those things that were once of great importance has been ignored. You then try to put back the pieces of your life that were overgrown. But it still does not seem the same.

What we can do is at least try to learn something from it and move on the best way that we know how. You would be the only one that would be able to decide what that might be. As I read in a book, everyone grieves different than every one else. You are the one that will have to decide what is healthy for you. Some of just don’t have the ability to cry like others and some just can’t stop crying that does not mean that either one is wrong.

Destruction

I see the society like wildlife of the land and the seas for that matter. You think to yourself how beautiful they seem and how free and peaceful it is. But think of this when you see them. How great would be to face destruction of your only home and your food source for that matter? That is considered survival of the fittest is it not? How wonderful would not knowing if you would be able to survive that night or a couple of hours from now? We all do what we have to do to survive. Think about how that would be like our world today. People have to use violence and crime as their way of survival. How is that fair to them? You think that they would want to change how they live if they could?

Butterfly

A butterfly…. One of God’s most beautiful creatures but you touch them the wrong way and you can harm them, even kill them. Reminds you of some of the people and the growing youth these days correct? We as the public, young, old and middle aged are all God’s beautiful creatures, BUT when we are touched by violence, no matter what shape or form. A piece of our soul dies or is harmed beyond repair.

How then are we to fix this problem? Honestly, there are enormous amounts of ways and we as the public have already tried. But when only a small number of people give a damn, then how are we to change the country or even a state for that matter?

As the generations keep coming what do they have to face? More violence. Soon the pollution in the air will be so toxic that the butterflies will either have to adapt or perish. Is that not how the next generations are going to live? Butterflies have to adapt. What is meant by adapting is as follows: becoming part of the toxins, trying to avoid, or not thinking that anything is wrong because it has became a norm in the society. Let me put this thought into your mind then…. How is that anyway to live? I know that it is easier to voice an opinion then to take action but doesn’t ever action have a voice first? Let me then put something out to you like this: When you have more than one voice can’t bigger actions take place?

Acorns

There are three acorns on that branch…..the branch could represent, in sense, the parent or the real world and the acorns three children. The acorns are supposed to fall off from the tree when they are ready or go into the world when they are of the ripe age. Why then are some of them picked from there spots before they are ready to be? Why can’t they just be left alone until there time is supposed to come? This is something that does not make sense. If you take the acorns to soon they are not getting to the full potential that they are supposed to be because there life was cut short. Someone was not thinking of what their carelessness would do to someone else. Some things are supposed to happen. We might not understand it but in due time we shall.

One Flaw in Women

Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream.. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice.

They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.

They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colours. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.

The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideas. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give. HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

*a friend sent this to me*

A Celtic Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rain fall soft upon your field.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Poem

For Friends of the Handicapped
Blessed are you who take the time
To listen to difficult speech
For you help me know that if I persevere
I can be understood

Blesses are you who never bid me to "hurry up"
Or take my tasks from me
And do them for me
For I often need time rather than help

Blessed are you who stand beside me
As I enter new and untried ventures
For my failures will be outweighed
By the times I surprise myself and you
For my greatest need is to be needed

Blessed are you who understand
That it is difficult for me
To put my thoughts into words

Blessed are you who with a smile
Encourage me to try once more
Blessed are you who never remind me
That today I asked the same question twice

Blessed are you who respect me
And love me just the way I am

*Taken from a friend*

Flower

A flower….. It can either blossom or never grow to the potential that it has. Is that not what how the world works? You water the plant, love the plant, and some swear that you should talk to the plant. What happens if the world loved, talked and nurtured, not watered, their children? Would our society be any different? Would we have less crime/violence?

If given the right circumstances children can prosper more than we could ever hope for. What children need are people that give a damn and not someone that are just doing things for a paycheck every month. You need to have a nurturing and reassuring presence about you for someone to confide and want to be around you.

I know the way I see thing are in a utopian society but a person can try to see the potential that some of the children have and not the wrong thing. Why are some people so focused on the things that went wrong? Well shit happens all the damn time. You can grow from them in some way…. You might not find out why until later on in your life.

I know that resources are hard to find BUT whose fault could that be? Is it truly the government? In a way, I guess that you could say that OR is it the people’s fault? We could play the blame game all damn day and get nowhere. Just stop blaming and find solutions and put them into effect, even it if is just your life and yours alone. Look at it from this perspective; If you change your train of thought from pessimistic to optimistic and someone, by the grace of God, happens to see that you have prospered and you have over came your hardships, in a sense, you just changed their way of viewing the world’s challenges. Your story will be carried close to their heart and be passed through for generations to come. You were the inspiration to them to be better and make life goals, whether you realized that or not.

Forgotten

Who to you are “the forgotten” ones of today's society? Once people go down the wrong path, people consider them damaged beyond repair right? Do we toss them to the junkyard like we do with our cars that are damaged beyond repair supposedly?

BUT is there not someone that always seems to find their way back to that “damaged car” and see the potential that it might have even if it is in just one part of that car. Then why is so hard for us to do that in the society that we have today? What is holding us back from being able to do that?

All I can see that some of these people need and want are just someone that shows that they care and genuinely want to help them. .

The Hidden Beauty

Somewhere out there we know a place for rest and relaxation. It is known because one always seems to go there when she is highly stressed or just needs a breath of fresh air. This place of hers allows her to clear the mind and focus on other things like the sounds, sights, smells, and tastes of the national parks.

If the young woman goes during the warmer months of the year she can hear the mating calls of all different types of birds in the tree tops that canvass over. She can hear the little chirps of the baby birds calling to the mother. Those touring trees provide ample shade, so neither the lady’s fair skin burned nor her emerald eyes harmed because of the sun’s rays shining ever so brightly. One could hear the tree’s branches and leaves rustling in the wind and if one was quiet enough, one could even here the wrestling in the woods. The woman goes to see and it is a deer and her baby walking over the crunchy grass which has finally grown back. The tree branches swaying in the wind cause a noise that is ever so peaceful. The sounds from the wood offer serenity. Sounds are wonderful to hear because most people seem to hear unpleasant things so being able to listen to the nature is a invigorating experience but harmonious sounds are not the only attribute the wild has.

Being able to witness a mother laying on her spotted eggs to keep them warm or watching her fly around chaotically so she has food for her newborns is an encounter. One has to be there to see the dedication this one little bird has toward her young. It is an inspiring interaction. One sees the butterflies as well flying to the luxurious flowers. Their wings so bright and colorful they are permanently imprinted because of the attractiveness. Such beauty of the outdoors makes one believe it is a mirage, but when she gets a sweet smell of the flowers she knows that it is not.

Suddenly her attentions are drawn away from the birds onto the little children who have came to play on the swings, slides, and what-ever else the kids believe would be entertaining to play with. The young woman hears the laughing children and the occasional screams. She sees the children playing in the dirt and laying on the soft, green grass which makes one want to take her shoes off and let the red, velvety dirt squish between her toes. Being able to touch the dirt and grass with bare feet made one’s feet feel rejuvenated because her feet are always stuck in shoes. It is faint though because she is swinging on the rusty, blue swing she obviously out grew a long time ago but she swings anyways. Every time she moves her legs back-and-forth to make her go higher the swing squeaks. It is almost like a metronome and with every swing of the legs her hair blows softly, gracefully with the wind.

The woman was swinging and in the distance spotted a bridge and a lake. She knew she would have to check them out. The bridge goes over a creek that does not look to stable but decides to take a risk. While crossing the young lady stops closes her eyes and listens. She can hear the water trickling down over steep rock formations and hitting a pond that is not deeper than a few inches. One sees the creek keep flowing downward which eventually empties in to the pleasant lake causing ripples in the water. The ripples cause the fish to come to the surface because the fish think someone dropping food on the lake. Though the water is murky one still feels the peace and harmony it offers. While on the bridge one spots a tree; it is ever so familiar to her. It is nothing else but a honey suckle tree. The honey suckles can be eaten straight from the trees which allows one to have a sweet honey taste in the mouth. While eating those delicious honeys suckles she decides it would be a good time to check out the lake.

One makes her way over there to walk around the lake finding smooth rocks along the way that could be used to skip over the water. She finds herself no longer skipping the stones but throwing them pretty hard. She throws the rocks as hard as she can cause large ripples which disrupt the peaceful underwater world, but for some reason she finds herself feeling better after throwing a rock or two or three in the once tranquil water. It the water gives an appearance more peaceful then the reality of the world around her.

Darkness is coming because the lamps are dimly light. What only meant to be a few hours has turned into a whole day and yet you are okay with that. Time passed by so fast that it is now dark. One can see the luminous constellations in the sky because of the dazzling, full moon. Now one can see Orion’s belt and the Little Dipper; it means that it is getting too late. It is time to go back to the world.

One would have to leave the serene land that has created such a peaceful place for one to relax in. She does not want to leave this place but she knows that people are counting on her to come back. She knows this special place of hers that carries so many amazing features will be there another day and time.

The Unforeseen Reality of Failure

There are some people who believe failure is the best learning tool rather than succeeding. Though failures are hard to cope there is reasoning behind them all. There is a cycle that can better help you understand why failure can be teacher. In order for people to fully grasp the situation where failure is an important learning tool; the cycle of how it works needs to be addressed first. Beginning with what failure means to the person, second is where you have self critiquing, third stage you tell yourself you will overcome, and last but not least you have success which make up the cycle of failure.

In the beginning you know you have failed the task which was given. Deciding what failure means to you is what you need to figure out. There are many reasons why you could of failed tasks. Many times you find failure came because you did not understand what the obligation needed. It might have just been you did not comprehend what the task was asking and therefore you could not perform the duties needed for the success. Not having the dedication to success could be another reason. The list for understanding why you failed can be never-ending. Going through failure shows sometimes that you were irresponsible with the tasks that were handed to you once before. Going back and trying to figure out what you could have done differently which puts you in the nest part of the cycle.

Since failure has been faced your mind starts to go through the following question; what you could have done differently to experience success? This is where self-pity would come because you knew that you should have been able to complete the task. You start going through your mind about all the things you should have done rather then ignored them. For a long period you are thinking bad about yourself then you start to think a bit more positive and then you decide you would like to try the task again. When you have failed something your self-confidence has either been shattered or been tremendously hurt, that feeling makes you want to succeed even more. Being able to say you were able to overcome the task at hand means you succeed.

Since your mindset had changed from negative to positive you have begun the third part of the cycle which is putting your mindset to success. The decision has been made that you want to beat this no matter what. You make a deal with yourself there is no quitting or giving up. There is only the feeling of success.Self-encouragement is essential. People want to show off when they do well and not bad; which allows a boost to your confidence because you know other people are proud of the achievement. A good example would be a test that was failed and you did not want anyone to know about; then you make a good grade on another test, which you show everyone.

Realizing all the lessons learned because of the failures make you see things a little different. There is the phrase “you will never make the same mistake twice,” that phrase with be stuck with you from now on. Determination to triumph over obstacles, which once obstructed your path to success, can be a lesson learned. No matter how long it takes you know that if you put your mind to it you will be able to handle it. Then you think to yourself you were able to stick to this one task then I should be able to stick to any duty. Balancing activities use to be hard for you but learned how to do it better because of the failure. Feeling good about yourself is something that many people deal with. In having failed something then being able to conquer boosts your confidence and in return people start to give you more respect. Of course there are some many things that can be learned from failure.

Some are unaware the lessons learned and how failure helped them become who there are today. There is always good and bad in every situation but you have to decide what approach you are willing to take. You have to be open minded to how failure can teach rather then how bad it makes you feel or see things. Being able to step back and analyze what happened to because of the failure then success you would be able to understand why it was such a good learning tool.

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest, if you must...but don't quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out
Don't give up though paces seem slow
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victors cup
and he learned to later, when the night slipped down.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tine of the clouds of doubt
Ans you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems far
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst when you mustn't QUIT.

*can't remember where it came from but it has always stuck with me*

A bed for the Night

I hear that in New York
At the corner of 26th street and Broadway
A man stands every evening during the winter months
And gets beds for the homeless there
By appealing to passers-by.

It wont change the world
It wont improve relations among men
It will not shorten the age of exploration
But a few men have a bed for the night
For a night the wind i kept from them
The snow meant for them falls on the roadway.

Don't put down the book on reading this, man.

A few people have a bed for the night
For the nigh the wind is kept from them
The snow is meant for them falls on the roadway
But it won't change the world
It wont improve relations among men
It will not shorten the age of exploration.

Bertolt Brecht