Tell me something,
Anything,
Because I don’t want to feel tonight,
Tell me that the clouds are purple,
And that the sky is peach,
Tell me something,
it doesn’t have to make sense,
I just need to direct my focus elsewhere,
From the pain,
So tell me something,
Tell me,
Because,
I don’t want to remember.
Recently I’d stumbled on, to an extent, really nice blog post.
But the extent to how good it is, stopped abruptly by the suggestions made by the writer
to the readers.
She was Rash, Harsh and inconsiderate, in other words she was downright mean.
I get it.
I really do get what she’s trying to say.
Her points on the subject she was discussing, was reasonable,
But so was the points made by opposing readers.
In fact the attitude most of those readers responded with was excellent.
So calm and collective that even in a haste of words, I couldn’t detect a trace of sarcasm from these bloggers, who I’ve noticed exceeded the age of fifty.
You would think that an under twenty five year old or anyone as a matter of fact (because respect has no age limit) would be a tad bit respectful.
Butttt Nooo!!!
The way she demanded her readers to SHUT UP about the issue
Or to suck it up because she doesn’t care or “your opinions don’t matter”
Or best of all – “if you don’t agree with me do not comment or view my page,
You’re dismissed because you’re not welcomed here,
I am rude, loud & bitchy. I am not going to change because you’ve got facts”
was uncalled for.
No one likes to be bashed right?
especially on our own site.
C’mon I know the feeling.
Maybe I shouldn’t even be writing about this
Because it might make me out to be the bad guy,
The immature one or the silly one,
But I can’t not write, even a tiny bit of how I feel.
(the above situation is used for an example)
That little encounter got me thinking about a lot of things, specifically:
# Respect, opinions, relationships etc
I don’t know how you look at it, call me old fashion
but respecting someone and their opinions is important.
Likewise the way you speak to persons goes a loooooong way as well.
Have you ever heard the phrase,
“Learn to Agree to Disagree”?
It may sound strange or silly rather
But it’s important because it’s in fact
A vital action in every relationship,
A relationship with your parent’s,
Friends,
Husband,
Wife,
Co workers
Kids,
And fellow Bloggers to name a few. Lolz.
We sometimes forget that there are no two persons the same (Me Included), we’re all different,
From the way we look to our preferences, likes and dislikes and well OPINIONS.
So if you think the sky should be pink and someone else thinks that it should be green and yellow, that’s ok. It’s fine, really, it is, there’s nothing you can do about it except RESPECT their opinion.
I mean think about it, we all like it when others respect and think that our opinion is important, why can’t we do the same to others?
I mean, it’s only fair right?
To treat people the way we want to be treated.
(The golden Rule)
Nevertheless it’s OK to put RUDE and OBNOXIOUS people in their PLACE.
But
I don’t know about you but the world won’t be fun with another being like me.
And it’s a whole lot easier to handle those differences when we
Learn to Agree to Disagree…
Green veins beneath pale skin,
Intricately woven together,
They carry the essence of life,
The essence which I wish to cease,
The razor lies innocently on the bathroom floor,
On impulse I stare at my hands once more,
There is the power that I possess,
To eradicate a life that once was blessed,
I wish to stanch that circuit flow,
Using the methods of X and O,
Will I survive this?
I do not know,
But I wish the essence would run no more,
my life however is not even mines to take,
It’s a gift that I should appreciate,
Not many had lived these long years,
But I’m selfish in my recompense,
And as I stare at the garbage bin,
My teary eyes began to dim,
I’m really a selfish girl,
To think I’m all alone in this world,
If I end my life right now,
I’m telling all who love me that they’re not good enough,
They’re might be someone out there in a worst shape than me,
Struggling to make it day by day,
God forgive me,
I hope you will,
For wanting to end what you’ve given me.
For my life is never mine to take,
It’s a gift I should appreciate,
It won’t be easy,
I must state,
The outcome might just be fate,
Never again will I dare to take,
The life I’ve begun to appreciate.
Excerpt from a piece I wrote :-
Sometime ago I’d learned that they’re some things in life that aren’t worth it.
The Constant failures in my life had taught me just that, and at this very moment, with such an important decision to make I needed the experience that those twenty two years of my life had taught me.
Because this was one of the rare moments I’d encountered something worth it.
It may not be important to others but it was to me.
In every decision, there’s a compromise and with every compromise there’s a sacrifice.
The question is “Am I willing to make that sacrifice”.
The answer was already engraved in my heart – “I am”.
I wish I could state though that I regret the decisions I’d made a few years ago –the one’s that have brought me to this cross road, but I can’t.
Love will do that to you.
Love will change you,
love would make you desire to become a better person,
love will push you beyond limits,
love know’s no boundaries,
love is universal,
love is pain,
love is hurt,
love is compromise and love is sacrifice.
Love is the reason I’m about to expose myself to another.
To another after God, that has captured my heart.
There is something about God or maybe nothing about God but Everything about God that has me in Awe.
My heart races whenever I think about God’s Love for me.
I get goose bumps from excitement,
The feeling is overwhelming,
Intoxicating,
Exhilarating,
Heady.
Have you ever experienced something so special?
That there’s this bubbling in your stomach and
all you desire to do is scream and shout with sheer pleasure,
“OH GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH”
That’s the place I’ve gotten to in my life,
Whenever I think about his love, his mercies, his protection,
“HIM”
I’m speechless.
Words can’t describe how I feel about the “Almighty Father”.
Neither can it describe how “The Great I Am That I Am” feels about me and you.
The fact that this supernatural being of such Magnificence gave his life for a sinner like you and you is humbling –tears inducing even.
He’s prepared a place for all who has accepted his free gift of salvation.
Of Walls made of Jasper & Streets paved with Gold.
Call me crazy – I’ll be Crazy for Jesus.
Closer than a brother is what he is.
Better than a friend.
He’s Sweeter than the Honey and the Honey Comb.
Talk about Sweetness….. 😀
He is Jehovah,
The Rose of Sharon,
The Lily of the Valley,
The bright and Morning Star,
He is worthy to be praised.
Because
There is something about God or maybe nothing about God but Everything about God that has me in Awe.
I wish I could tell you what keeps me up at night
Of those things that haunts my dreams,
The memories from which I’ve tried to run
And the pain that never leaves.
The thoughts that make me shiver
And those that make me scream
Perhaps I should stay awake then,
Maybe if I don’t sleep,
They’ll become annoyed and
They’d leave me in peace,
I wonder if I clad myself in amour,
If they would let me be,
With swords and guns and torches,
And a shield that conceals my knees,
I’ve tried to run so many times,
But I never win,
Feels like I’m in this losing battle
In which the good never prevails,
Yet I sat in the dreary silence,
And waited for them to come,
To inflict its pain and torcher,
To a life that now is numb,
Come now ye horrible memories,
Come and devour me,
I’m yielding to your wrath,
Forever,
A slave to you I’ll be,
Then I suddenly remembered,
What mama had said,
Never be a victim,
The other man will gain,
I up and strengthened my hands,
All bruised and battered from the pain,
I ripped and tore to pieces some things that made me fail,
After this I was positive my life would never be the same,
For though I’m still struggling,
With those memories from long ago,
I refuse to be its prisoner,
Neither am I complacent anymore.
Lately I realized that I need to be extremely cautious as to what to say around and to children.
Children it seems are the parrot or photocopying machines in this world today.
They reproduce everything that has been taught or said.
And that’s good in the sense that through these little incidents of reproduction, we’d discovered the magnificence of the tiny grey organ hidden within our skull – brain.
Its ability to record immense information, rapidly, both direct and indirectly is phenomenal.
But what happens when whatever is said is filled with negativity, ridicule and insults.
What happens when we tell our kids that they’re stupid, dunce, or that they never will amount to something good?
What happens when it is said by the people that supposed to love and care about them?
What happens?
They simply reproduce it!
Reproduction here doesn’t mean the production of a baby, it means that, these kids most of the times believe what you say and eventually become what you say.
Have you noticed when a kid is called stupid that they eventually act silly?
Or
When they’re told that they would never succeed that their grades start dropping, the interest in school etc. is often forgotten, and in their minds trying seems like a waste of time because to them it feels like they’ll never be good enough.
Some of them possess a self-esteem that is so low that even they don’t know it exist.
My older sister suffers from back injuries due to a fall during her childhood, she’s got so many complications that most often to not she’s in pain which results in her complaining a lot, now, my eight year old brother is a very healthy boy who’s very active, yet every now again he’ll get into a position that my sister does and complain of the exact complications that she does and In his mind he thinks that’s what he’s supposed to do.
Or
that time he was complaining that he doesn’t drink sorrel juice because it doesn’t taste nice. I said to him, (pretending) this isn’t sorrel that’s wine. He drank all of it within a matter of seconds and asked for a second helping, adding with that order that it tasted good, was strong and was burning his chest.
This was supposed to be a joke but it made me think how effective words can be in the mind of small children.
We fail to realize that what we say, even the miniscule of things affect them, whether direct or indirectly.
We don’t plant corn trees expecting to get peas,
Whatever we put out is what we get,
Whatever is sown that’s what we shall reap.
In other words if we throw at our kids negative thinking,
They’ll execute negativity.
However if we instil the opposite in our kids,
The belief that they can make it,
That they’re smart,
Important
Etc.
We’ll raise a generation that we’ll make history,
A generation that will seek to do the impossible,
One’s that believe that they can change the world,
They’ll produce cures for Cancers and other chronic diseases.
That’s the power of speech to our little ones.
Instil in them the phrase “Yes you can”
Positivity!
Because whatever is said and done affects them,
Let’s be cautious as to what we say to our children.
As each New Year approaches the same sentiments are echoed.
“Pull out your pens and papers people it’s time to write our new year’s resolution”
And at the end of the five minutes that have been allotted, numerous things have been written.
“I’ll obey my parent’s, I’ll eat healthier, I’ll lose a few pounds or maybe I’ll gain a bit”
Most of us only take part in such because it has become a norm in our society.
In fact most of the things that we write, seemingly desiring change, we don’t really mean.
And that would have been ok if only we weren’t deceiving ourselves and anyone else.
I Know,
I’ve been there done that,
I wrote on each paper I’ve been given what I thought everyone expected me to write,
Not what I wanted,
And when that year was closing and the question of “did everyone accomplish what they had set out to do this year” was asked.
The answer was always No.
Most of us have never accomplished what we wanted for the years gone by,
But maybe you can just tackle that this year.
As I thought about the things I wanted and should have accomplished years before,
I decided that Instead of New Year’s Resolutions, I can have an everyday resolution.
The problem of not achieving your goals doesn’t lie in the resolution itself or the timespan.
It lies in us.
It’s as if we desire the change to be automated.
Change doesn’t happen because we wish it too, or because it’s written on a sheet of paper for the world to see.
Neither does it occur on the spur of the moment; instead it’s a process that occurs overtime.
Effective change should be made gradually, one step at a time.
A baby crawls before it stands and stands before it makes his first step,
And then a second and a third and pretty soon he’s walking and overtime running.
That’s how changes work,
Overtime.
I believe that if it is tackled daily, it will work out much better.
#1. Don’t get a sheet of Paper.
Get a diary!
You’re less liable to lose a diary than a sheet of paper and more susceptible to reading it.
#2. List all of the things that you desire to change or accomplish.
It can be separated by time span –
Short term and Long term, you can even write an additional copy on Bristol board and stick it to the wall of your bedroom so that when you wake it can be visible.
Technology has even expanded itself to serve our needs so you can type them into your tablet or smart phone.
It will serve as a reminder.
(pls. Make sure they’re reasonable eg. I want to win 30,000.00 in the lottery that is a bit unreasonable. Make sure it is something that can be accomplished by you.
#3. Create a Schedule.
Yes, plan everything on paper. Record your daily routine, include an approximate time when whatever you’re doing should begin or end.
(Especially if you plan on losing weight putting aside at least fifteen -15 minutes will help with your goals)
#4. Have a minuscule support group –
It can be your, husband, wife, children, parents, friends etc. Having people in on your goals willing to support you will help you achieve it quicker.
#5. Take it one step at a time.
Simple –just take baby steps.
#6. Expect Disappointments.
Everything may not go your way, on your way to success there’s always failure or stumbling blocks. What’s important is how you deal with these roadblocks. Don’t sit back and cry, get up and move on!
There is no limit to what we can achieve!
Have a successful 2015 +
Most people would disagree with me when I say that the one thing that makes life special or the beauty of it is “death”.
And that’s fine because everyone is entitled to their own opinions and in all honesty there’s numerous ways one can look at this, however I choose to view it in the aforementioned rather than the undermentioned of the way others might. One may state that the beauty of the gift of life that we’ve been given nestles somewhere between “good family or friends”, “stable job” and or “wealth or fame” and “nature- of sunrises and sunsets of oceans and dirt of animals and plants” and or “emotions – specifically that of Love” and secondary qualities of kindness and honesty of thoughtfulness and charity.
These are all good but I’ll forever place atop my scale, death as the number one contributor to the construction of a so -called “fabulous life” or it may not be death itself but rather its timing that makes this somewhat beautiful.
It’s the thrill of not knowing when this gift of life will be ended that makes the said wonderful. It’s because of that we go about our daily lives seeking to accomplish something worthwhile. It is the reason we’ve created bucket lists filled with throngs of things we desire to tackle before our journey here has concluded. It is the reason I believe that we “live life to the fullest” after all we only have one life to live right?
It’s because I don’t know when I’ll depart from this earth, I let the people I care about, know how much they mean to me, it’s why I give them flowers and chocolates, and hugs and kisses, it’s why I tap them on the back when they’ve accomplished even the minuscule of tasks, it’s why I say I love you, regularly.
Moments will be forever cherished. Knowing that death is inevitable and can occur at any time is what makes this life special.
But most people would disagree with me when I say that the one thing that makes life special or the beauty of it is “death”.
It was late, already a few minutes away from the nineteenth hour, but I’d just locked up the office. I was exhausted, hungry, My head was throbbing, the pain increasing gradually, I could barely keep my eyes open but I trudged on, suffocating beneath the bags that occupied my shoulders and as I stood there awaiting my turn to be admitted into the van, I stood still.
Staring at the vehicles that raced across the street, fascinated by its speed, the constant movement of the wheels and the sturdiness of it’s body.
It was there for the umpteenth time in my life I contemplated suicide.
I had a choice.
Fight or runaway,
In that moment I made one of the most important decisions in my life.
To bring to a closing twenty two years of existence in which sixteen was misery,
And seven pain.
Or to walk away,
And continue a life that seemed meaningless.
I took a step forward,
Then another,
And another,
I wanted to run towards the oncoming light,
I can feel death,
I hear his voice,
He longs for me,
He promises protection from the pain,
He promises peace,
I took another step,
Then stopped,
And questioned my actions,
Do I really want to die?
And at 22?
Do I want to die this way?
Suicide?
Am I willing to put my family through this?
Am I so self-fish?
Am I willing to remain the victim?
Am I willing to let them win?
Am I willing to let my depression control me?
Am I willing to just give up?
Quit?
The tip of my toes are in the road,
Just a few more feet death whispers,
Just a little more,
Come to me,
I’ll save you,
I stood there,
Staring into his face,
He stretches his hands towards me,
This is it!
It’s now or never!
Come,
Let me help you,
Let me take it all away,
I’ve been waiting so long for you,
I Love you, He says.
He dries the tears from my cheeks,
Let me make you forget.
I hesitate,
He beckons me to close my eyes,
And I do,
And the images flash before me,
And I’m burdened with guilt and despair,
He makes me remember why I need him,
And I fall to my knees shattered,
And Broken,
And I reached out to him,
Seeking peace,
But as I reached out and stood,
I had a Eureka moment,
I kissed death,
And walked away,
Because,
My desire has never been to die,
It is to be relived from the pain,
But since the inevitable provides solace,
I sought that as my only hope,
But I do not want to die,
For what is life without pain?
What is life without struggles?
What is life without stumbling blocks?
A figment of one’s imagination!
I made a choice.
I chose to walk away.
I chose to fight.
I chose to live.
And I did it for me.
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