Thursday, September 17, 2015

Do You Really Know Me

I really have an issue with people who think they know me and that they seem to think they know what is best for me. I am now talking about people in my life who are mere acquaintances. Not my real true friends or my family as they know who I am and they know what I have been through. These acquaintances will come along and say that I should not focus on the past and that I should focus on the here and now. I should enjoy the present and all that can make me happy now. Ummm, excuse me but let me ask you something. What makes you think that I am not happy? What makes you think that I do not find joy in my every day life? How do you even know what REALLY happened in my past? You do not even know what I have going on in my every day life. Let me enlighten you just a tiny little bit. I wake up every morning with a spring in my step and joy in my heart. Why? Because I have another beautiful day to enjoy. Because I was given another chance to see another day! I have my son who is as frigging nutty as what I am. Did you even know that I am a nutter? In this home there is constant laughter and happy bantering. My sisters and my close friends are just as crazy. I always choose to see the positive in any situation. If something should not work out for me as planned I do not view it as negative, I view it as just one door closing and another one will open. I may not come across as mentioned above to mere acquaintances because that is just me. It takes me a while to warm up to people. I tend to come across as shy and reserved at first but I am in fact sussing people out. I choose how to live my life. I do not need anyone to now come along and preach to me about what I should do and should not do. If I choose to walk down memory lane with regards to a relationship that meant the world to me. Then I will do so. It is my choice. If I am not ready to let go. Well, that is my choice too. I am happy with who I am right now. I am happy with my life right now. I have a lot going on in my life right now and it is all good. So, to these acquaintances who seem to think they need to rescue me, I really do not need rescuing. Perhaps the advice they are trying to give me is what they should apply to their own lives.  

Saturday, September 12, 2015


So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Falling In Love

A mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word "fall" is not right. Only immature people fall, they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand - they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to crawl. They don't have the backbone, the spine, they don't have that integrity to stand alone. A mature person has the integrity to be alone. When a mature person gives love, they give without any strings attached to it, they simply give. When a mature person gives love, they feel grateful that you have accepted this love, not vice versa. They do not expect you to be thankful for it, no, not at all, they do not even need your thanks. They thank you for accepting their love. When two mature people are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena, they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness doesn't destroy their individuality, in fact it enhances it. They become more individual. Two mature people in love help each other to become more free. There are no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think it over. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating someone that you love? You would love to see the person completely free, independent. You will give them more individuality. That is why I call it the greatest paradox. They are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individuality is not effaced, they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned. Immature people falling in love destroy each others freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature people in love help each other to be free, they help each to destroy all sorts of bondage. When love flows with freedom, there is beauty. When love flows with dependence, there is ugliness.