How you handle something that doesn’t turn out the way you wanted says a lot about who you are. We have these expectations and we trick ourselves into believing the outcome will be the exact scenario that played out in our head. When it doesn’t happen, it’s so easy to get discouraged. Why, we might ask? We may even take it a step further and ask why doesn’t ANYThING turn out the way I want it to? It’s easy to jump on the pity train and that kind of attitude will certainly lead to your train eventually being derailed. Maybe you even like playing the victim and before you know it you are a victim of every circumstance. Maybe it’s all just random and things sometimes don’t turn out the way you wanted for no particular reason at all. You have to learn to shake it off, move on and leave it behind. It’s never easy but sometimes necessary. Tomorrow is a new day, a new chance to maybe experience something better.
It’s so easy to look at a stranger and immediately recognize his or her behavior. Yesterday I was in the food store and the sound of coughing caught my attention.. It was a little boy probably around the age of three or four. He was coughing all over the fruit and the mom became very agitated. “I thought I told you to cover your mouth when you cough.” It wasn’t the words that were so bad but rather the tone of her voice. It was filled with complete disgust and clearly by the look of his sick little eyes, this boy should have been home in bed. Immediately, I was deflated. I recognize that tone. It is very familiar and I use it often. It took me witnessing it in a complete stranger and the sad reaction of a little boy to really understand the harm it does. Do we all get frustrated? Of course we do but announcing it to the world through the tone of our voice is really not necessary. The world doesn’t need our bad attitude, our exasperated tone, it is certainly bombarded by enough bad energy everywhere you look. What it does need is the random friendliness of the stranger who was behind me in the check out line who completely restored my faith in a trip to a local grocery store. He was nice, he was cracking jokes and more importantly, he put a great big smile on my face. Which stranger will you be today? Choose wisely.
How the reckless winds of change come and go
As years, my life, does disappear with time
If I could look ahead , if I could know
Would years flow together, like words in a rhyme
Are there years in my life, life in my years
Have I lived my life well, have I loved often
My eyes, are they happy or filled with tears
Or did my heart stay closed, open, soften
I have to live better, starting right now
The future is what I mold, my design
Stop wasting time, time wasting me, how
My mind and my spirit, they must align
Little things seem big, and big things get little,
The years of my life, starting to whittle
This is the last day of the poetry challenge. Many are curious about the criteria for the poems. This one is a sonnet, composed of 14 lines in a rhyming pattern of ABAB, BCBC, CDCD, EE. The prompt: future
Today’s device: chiasmus (key-AHS-mus). At its simplest, a chiasmus is essentially a reversal, an inverted crossing. Example: mind on my money and my money on my mind. This one was the hardest for me to write.
Sick. That’s what I am today. I had a list of a million things I needed to do this week and the procrastinator in me pushed it all to today. Sometimes, life’s plan is different than my own and I have no other choice but to go with the flow. That is my message to you today. Don’t force life. Do what you can, grab a tube, be gentle with yourself, lay back and go with the flow. Tomorrow is another day.
It’s the middle of the night here and I cannot sleep. I decided to surf the net and it was bombarded with the question regarding a color of a dress. Is it blue and black or white and gold? I can tell you that my eyes saw white and gold but does it surprise me that people cannot agree on the color? Seriously, can we agree on anything these days? More and more I am realizing that our brains just work different ways. When it comes to perception, many times people interpret the same exact things entirely different ways. Can we trust our senses or even our beliefs? My guess is probably not. We have to learn to agree to disagree and just accept the fact that no two people see the same thing exactly alike. I’m not sure why people are freaking out about this ridiculous dress. Some say it is some sort of trick. I say it is a perfect example and a blatant reminder that we can’t seem to agree on much anymore. We need to switch our focus from who is right to openly respecting the differences in other human beings. My right is not your right and when it comes down to it, it has nothing to do with that at all. Our perceptions are unique and faulty and there’s not much more to say about it.
ISIS, Obama, floods, snow storms… It pains me to turn on the news. How do you stay informed while at the same time not allowing complete take over of doom and gloom. I think that’s why I love blogging so much. You don’t have to look very far to find the good stories, the ones that warm your heart and send tingles up your spine.
Everywhere I go, people are agitated. I see it when I drive, I hear it in the way the mom talks to her young child in the store. How do we get back to feeling excited, feeling good? We are on someone else’s clock and going along with a plan that is not our own, so how do we keep going and fight the urge to just throw in the towel?
The older I get, the more I realize I have to schedule myself in. I have to say no to the rest of the world and say YES to me. It’s so important to find the balance between living and just going through the motions. What do you do to find balance? I’d love to hear about it.
Forgiveness is such a personal experience. For some, like me, it is easy to forgive. It just doesn’t feel good to be angry. I remind myself often that I am far from perfect. I say things and I do things that I often regret. In fact sometimes I am just plain ashamed of myself for the way I behave. We do things and say things when we are emotionally charged and sometimes there is just no turning back. It happens. We all do it so how could I possibly hold someone to a higher standard than I am capable of myself? When I forgive someone, I feel a lightness replace the heaviness that was weighing on my heart. I believe Louis B Smedes sums it up best with this thought provoking quote:
” To forgive is to set a prisoner free and to discover that prisoner was you.”
Perhaps the desire to hold onto anger and the inability to let it go is the true roadblock to forgiveness. Maybe one wants to forgive but the anger has engulfed them so entirely that they cannot escape it’s simmering grip. It’s hard to let go. We mask our hurt and our pain with this intense flare up disguised as anger that tries to burn the person who has hurt us in the first place. We can’t admit we are hurt because that makes us appear weak, but when we are angry, we think we are in control, we believe we appear strong.
“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.” Buddha
Which do you embrace and why? Is it difficult for you to forgive or difficult for you to continue to be angry? Maybe it depends on the situation or who is involved or maybe you have just learned to practice one over the other. I think the most interesting quote about forgiveness comes from Mark Twain,
” Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heal that has crushed it.”
Red, blazing and majestic
Magnificent and unbelievable, dream-like
Dazzling and life changing display
Commanding and powerful
Drawing me in, calling and mesmerizing
Prisoner to the view and frozen in a meditative trance
Never wanting to escape
Serene and peaceful
Heart stopping hues, energy and vibration tugging and spinning
Mirage of neutral color
Stunning and still and mysterious
Earthly magic and reflection of spirit portrayed in rock
Magical and surreal and still and calm
Listening and looking and searching
Heaven calling, drawing nearer
Painting my soul, imprinting and permanently staining
Eyes forever changed and always longing to return
Form: found poetry
The color was dancing off the sky, moving downward , leaning closer to kiss the earth. She was lost in emotion, drawn in by the picturesque wave that seemed to swallow her up, all the while, her eyes absorbing the color from the beautiful heavens above. The ball of light was sinking lower and lower as the calm entered her and filled her soul with a familiar serene. The glow ignited something inside of her, it inflamed her until she was burning with the irreplaceable gift of calm that would gently carry her to this next moment, a day away in this ever moving momentum we label as time. She has danced with the sky, she has felt it’s kiss and the peace will live inside of her until they dance again.
Imagine how amazing your day would be if someone went out of their way to do something thoughtful for you. Wouldn’t it make all the difference on how you perceived the day as you reflected back on it when evening rolled around? I know it is already Wednesday but for the next seven days I am committed to doing at least one kind, unexpected , nice thing for whoever is lucky to be around. It could be a family member, a friend or a complete stranger. Will you join me on my mission to make the world a better place one kind act at a time? I’m recruiting now. Sign ups won’t last long.