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Here we are, together again. Thing is, I think I am stuck on you. You? You think you are stuck with me. Either way, here I am.
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April showers,
bring me.
May I?
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What is the key?
Maybe the question itself is it’s own answer. Maybe the question that asks, what is the key to life, answers itself. By living life and finding what your answer is. By experiencing the what ifs and the what’s nexts, we learn the truth about the question. And that is, to simply live it. Live it and learn. Because there is no one answer.
You are.
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I want you to drink my words like I just poured them from a bottle. I want to intoxicate you with the taste. I want you to sip them with your eyes, as they get drawn into your body, and I want them to make you feel like every letter is 100 proof. Drink my words.
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Don’t do it for the money.
When you do, you don't enjoy it as much as if you did it for your own pleasure.
Slow down a little.
Life goes too fast to be in a hurry. There's a lot of good things that are happening all around you. Notice them. Some of those things just might be worth your time.
Let your feelings show.
It's not a crime to cry when you feel bad, or good. The tears can wash away the bad and water the good.
Find out what you're good at, and do it.
Every one of us are good at something. Whether it's drawing pictures, writing stories or being a shoulder for someone who needs it. You are good at something, find it and do it. For your own good.
Give back a little bit.
Nobody ever went poor by giving their time, and people need it.
Love a little.
Whether it's your partner or your kids or your parents or your dog, love the ones that have been there for you when you needed them. They'll be there again.
Take a walk on a pretty day with your dog. Notice how happy they are just to be with you. Little things that make a life better.
Enjoy every sandwich.
No explanation needed.
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Sitting here in my truck before work, and I am wondering what is a perfect life? What have I missed that would make everything, everything?
Could I be rich? Would that be the answer?
Worldly? Because I have never travelled.
Beautiful, elegant? Is that the key?
And then I realize, maybe the perfect life is not to want. Maybe the fact that what I have is enough.
That I, am enough.
I have strived in my life to be as good as I can. In everything I do. I was a runner, I was a coach. I was a dad, I was a husband. An artist, a jokester. Never the best at any, but I was all. All of them.
I have finally determined, maybe the doing, maybe the being, maybe the trying, made me as close to perfect as I could be.
That the defeats, and the second guesses, and the second places, and the not good enoughs to be the best, have made me perfectly me.
That maybe, I haven’t missed anything, because I am doing it the way I do it.
That I am enough.
And that is perfectly fine.
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Two simple questions,
1) If you ran out of tomorrow's, would you make today any different?
2) Would you do something for yourself, or for somebody else?
No wrong answers.
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Maybe I hunt for the four leafed clovers,
because I want to feel lucky.
Not that the ones I find will make me lucky.
It’s just some time I wonder
what it feels like.
But what about the clover?
What happens to it?
Is it still lucky when it’s old and dry,
whithered up and unwanted?
The same way I feel before I find it…….
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Take a walk with me. Take a walk with me and I will write you a song. I’ll write you a song about sunny days and cool breezes. About holding hands and long looks. About green grass, blue skies, and you. Golden on the inside. The song will last. Forever. And even if we walk a path we have never seen, we’ve been there before. We’ve walked this way.
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She said, “do you think of me?“
And I said, “only in the morning. Only then. But sometimes when it’s late at night. And when I drive those long trips, short ones too. When we see each other and when we are apart. When I pull your sweater out of my drawer, and smell you still. When our song comes on. Or when my song comes on. When my phone rings, but also when it sits there waiting. When I take home someone new, but when I am home alone. Everytime I wish, and every time I want. I think of you sometimes when the day is bright and warm and breezy, or when its rainy out and the drip keeps time with my heartbeats. Only then……”
And she said, “I was your favorite?”
And I said, “let me think about that.”
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How many good things have happened to you or for you today?
Why do the negatives seem to outweigh the positives?
Why?
We spend so much time trying to ignore, overcome, sidestep, or concentrate on the bad moments in our lives, we overlook the good.
We shouldn’t.
Because in that good, however brief, we can find relief.
The bad moments extend themselves because we can’t seem to get passed them. They stay in our minds because we take them personal. Whereas the good seem short lived. They go away too quickly. We sometimes act like we do not deserve them.
We do.
Try to note every positive today. No negatives. Even if it seems trivial.
My boiled egg peeled perfectly at lunch. My orange was sweeter than usual. That traffic light that always gets me, was green today. My favorite song played and I sang it. Loudly. Little things that add up to a good day.
And, it is just noon!
Smile. It catches momentum.
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The Beauty and the Poet
Because his words were like pictures. They could form images in her brain. His words could touch her in ways she needed. Because, she needed. His words carressed her, not her body, but her mind. That’s exactly what she wanted. The Poet loved the Beauty with his words. The Beauty loved the Poet for his words.
That was enough.
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Lotus Fire
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Real men don’t cry?
Maybe, but I did.
You know, you want to blame a lot of things that happened in your life, on things you can’t control. You feel like a victim, and you are chained to a scenario.
While I understand this, and at the same time know you can change things if you want to, some people do feel trapped. They feel safe and secure in a bad situation, even if it is a bad situation. They accept their fate instead of change it.
That was me.
30 plus years I worked for a person who had his own demons. Who was never happy. Who seemed to make it his passion to make others unhappy. Until finally, I had enough.
I left.
And my world got brighter. My burdens lifted. I realized you do not owe anger to the day, every day. My life got so much easier.
Then he died.
But I never forgave him.
I never let go of him.
I carried a crutch of hate, that I could not walk without.
Until, the other night.
I had a dream that I was back at that shop. He was there, but clean. If you knew him, you knew he was unkept, but in my dream, cleaned up and solid white hair. And he spoke to me. Told me things were slow, and he didn’t have enough for me. He seemed sad to have to tell me this. But I told him I had another job, and I will be ok. I felt sadness from him, and that maybe he loved me. I felt relief. I looked around and asked another person to take care of my plants that were there in my dream.
We shook hands, and I left.
But this time, on positive terms. Because when I walked out before, there was no closure. I never reconciled, never tried. But in my dream, I felt relieved. I made peace.
Maybe he came back to tell me he also had finally found peace.
I hope so.
I hope I have too, because my heart had a dark place that those memories took me to.
When I tried to retell my dream, I broke down each time. I cried because I had 30 plus years of tears locked up in a place I thought I could not open. My dream was the key.
My days of hating this person are over. My burden left when I woke.
So, real men do cry.
Takes a minute, or a few decades, but it cleans the soul.
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Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong
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