Sadness is just focusing all your emotional effort on the one thing you don’t have instead of enjoying the everything else that you do.
– Source Unknown
We decide that what makes us significant or insignificant. We decide to be creative or to be indifferent. No matter how indifferent the universe may be to our choices and decisions, these choices and decisions are ours to make. We decide. We choose. In the end, our own creativity is decided by what we choose to do or what we refuse to do. And as we decide and choose, so are our destinies formed.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don’t have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn’t give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful I was born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honoured because I have shelter for my body, mind and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping. What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have.
Have a Great Day … unless you have other plans.
“The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible.” Arthur C Clark
In the past, I had become bored with life. I needed excitement. I started to open my mind more to new things and experiences that were coming at me. I learned from them. I wanted to know the ins and outs of things. I became a happier person because I was able to experience and learn from life.
I see so many possibilities we all have. I realize that some take them and others are simply blinded and are let go.
I believe that I have opened doors to different possibilities. I have lost people in my life but gained knowledge. I gained the knowledge, analysed it and applied the best result in my daily life.
Many people see me as a very different but unique person. I believe in different things in life that not many people understand. I am very content with my beliefs, life and myself.
Possibilities is a very strong word. With possibilities you, use it, create from it and always be you.
Motivation is literally the desire to do things. One of the most important aspects of motivation is “the drive”. For every person there is a force. In fact, it is not just a single factor, but a combination of factors. It is a zest and determination, along with an excited want.
To be motivated is a constant need. The fact is, that with routine monotony steps in and then everything seems like stagnant waters. It feels like there is nothing new.
My dad is many things. A few parts kindness, a few more parts educator, part friend, but above all, my dad is all parts dad. He is someone I can go to for anything. He was and continues to be anything anyone could ever want in a dad and I’m proud that he’s mine. Thanks for being there. When I was young and stupid, thanks for occasionally being quick to anger but also quick to forgive. Thanks for being someone I could look up to and admire. You’re my dad and I love you.
Pain is a strong feeling that is extremely hard to control; you don’t know how to stop it or how to make it go away when it takes over you. Yet, since your childhood, people all around you teach you how to tame it and how to mould it so that it would be… “appropriate”?
How many times were you told to hold it together? How many times were you told not to cry, especially not in public? How many times were you advised to not show people how much pain you feel? That people won’t want to be around you if you are anything less than happy? And as hard a lesson as it is for each of us to learn, somehow we all learned that lesson to the extent that some of us no longer even realize how much pain they are feeling because they’re too busy stuffing it in the mould they allowed society to dictate them.
I don’t remember the exact words or incidents, but I know I was taught to not make scenes or cry in public around the same time I was taught how to eat without making a mess.
I have memory fragments of me holding back my tears and sucking them along with that lump, or quickly wiping off the corner of my eyes so that no one would see my tears. I even excelled at it to the extent of renaming my pain, and giving it different names that go with my personality such as anger, pride, stubbornness.
Truth is, every time I was too angry, too proud, or too stubborn, I was actually in too much pain, more than I could show. And whenever my pain got too much, to an alarming extent, my mind would completely shut down… picture that scene from any thriller with a museum burglary, when metal doors slide around precious items to protect them; that’s how my mind functions.
Bottom line, I don’t think we should mould our pain to make it easier for those around us to handle it. I mean WE ARE the ones who should handle our pain, we should only do what’s good for us, not what’s convenient for others. If they can’t handle tears its their problem to deal with.
What a cute little movie. And the whole package … isn’t that something we all want?
Jessica: What is the issue?
Helen: The issue is, I want to be with someone who wants me, someone who craves me, someone who wants to rip my clothes off.
Jessica: Why can’t it just be great and loving and tender? Why is that not enough for you? I don’t understand. I mean, don’t you think maybe you place a little too much emphasis on sex? Have you ever thought that it’s just one component of a much larger package?
Helen: Jesus Christ, I want the whole package!
For me, the answer is a categorical no. The issue, as I see it, stems from the belief that the two basics, planning and spontaneity, are entirely
opposed. They’re not – in fact, they sit very comfortably alongside each other. From my perspective, it’s good to be able to find a balance between the two. Planning is important, not to stifle spontaneity, but to channel and focus it.
Planning. Spontaneity. Planning. Spontaneity.
If I could use an analogy here … think of a long winding river; a river flows in a clear overall direction and has a destination which it moves towards; sometimes it meanders off but ultimately re-joins the main flow of the river and continues back on track. It also has its own boundaries in terms of its banks and encountering obstacles which it has to overcome.
Returning to the thought of planning vs. spontaneity … there has to be an element both in what we do. The plan doesn’t have to be detailed
or unchangeable, but we should at least know when we are doing what … the how is the spontaneous part.
<sigh> This post doesn’t really have a conclusion…. it emerged simply from a comment made.
Throughout my life, I’ve had secret celebrity boyfriends. It’s a lifelong thing. It is the stuff of dreams that keeps me going while stuck in the line at the grocery store. We all have to have things that keep us going sometimes, yes?
I find I like the characters more than I like the actors. My comfort zone – quirky dorks. I like them weird and different and able to think their way out of things. And I like them clever.
My secret celebrity boyfriend at the moment and will probably always be David Tennant. I have found, though, that my attraction for
him really is attraction for him as Doctor Who. The ultimate geek, the ultimate nerd, to say nothing of that sonic screwdriver.
“Commitment is what transforms a promise into reality. It is the words that speak boldly of your intentions. And the actions which speak louder than the words. It is making the time when there is none. Coming through time after time after time, year after year after year. Commitment is the stuff character is made of; the power to change the face of things. It is the daily triumph of integrity over scepticism.”
… Abraham Lincoln
“You can flatten the paper and try to make it as straight as you want, but it will never be perfect again.”
Human nature is a funny thing.
Like a little patch of darkness that we carry around, we sometimes have to find a way to put things behind us. The good, bright lights that catapult moments into sparkly lights are things we want to re-create and re-experience. The bad, it simply gets associations that, once measured, we cannot shake again.
You have a wonderful evening. An evening full of laughter and glimmering joy. That joy radiates around you and in you, and when the night passes it weaves its way into your memories. That moment in time, that place, it held something in you and gave you hope. And yet if you were to try to re-create it something would be done slightly differently which would alter the rhythm of the night. It wouldn’t be ruined, but it wouldn’t be the same. The memory of the original event needs to hold, and needs to be held sacred. Our minds tease us by trying to have us grab more than one golden apple and, hands already full, the new apple gets a slight bruise on it.
When something bad happens we make associations. Those associations are then unable to be escaped from, a duvet of grief that we simply cannot change. When I think of bad things in my past – my own blunders or of transgressions perpetrated against me – it takes my breath away. Sometimes literally. I have to bury my head in my hands or hum a little tune to stop thinking about the screw-ups I have committed, because focussing on what I have done wrong is somewhat of a specialty of mine. Hot-headed moments where I couldn’t control my temper, painful times where I couldn’t control my emotions. I’d wish for a magic wand to erase some of them. I accept that I learn from them, I just wish that I could learn in isolation.
We cannot re-create the good moments, it doesn’t work. We carry them around inside of us, a little golden bulb of the past that we shake from time to time, to watch the glitter swirl around, to give our life a lustre.
We humans need a convenient device to stop looking backwards, because it prohibits moving forwards. Our feet get caught in a tangled web of foggy memories. We can choose to remain locked in our memories or we can cut the cord. Harsh words were uttered that time we walked down that road…but that was then. Those words are gone.
Life is messy. I wonder, sometimes, if being human makes it more so.