“This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.”
― Anaïs Nin
― Anaïs Nin
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“You will recognize your own path
when you come upon it because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.” ― Sara Teasdale Wrestling with thoughts
words ideas. Throwing them into the air. Seeing where it is that they will land. Wish that this writing business
would just happen, but it doesn’t work that way. I often have to work and strain and pull it from the ether just to try make something happen. It is still an on going process. What keeps me writing,
I am not sure. All that I know is, that the world needs more writers painters and lovers of life. The rest of it, well the rest of it is just background noise. We become what we believe,
and fear what we do not understand. Learning is the beginning of wisdom. I like to believe
that I have learned a couple of things, while being on my path. One of the things that I have learned is that the first person that you have to please is yourself. That those that love you will understand, and love you even more for that. Justice.
Mercy. And the knowledge of God, is the beginning of wisdom. “The person born with a talent they are meant to use will find their greatest happiness in using it. ”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Good Morning Everyone,
in the beginning of this thing called life, it all seemed to easy, and it was, but at the same time, when our lives started to get to complicated, it is always easier to blame someone else, then to try and fix it. Words come.
Words go. Life begins. Life ends. What is the difference? Can we remember?
Can we remember to forget? All of the things that seem to make us all so sad. Original sin. Universal guilt. There is a time and a place for everything. It is just a question putting things in order. The next question is, where to start. It is always a good thing,
to be open and honest, but being open and honest, isn’t always the truth. We often look for something that has already found us.
A love that we let get away. The love that we never found. Our world turned upside down. The rest of it is simply background noise. Sometimes,
the best way to write, is to write without thinking. It is the best way to find out what is really on your mind. Live life,
like there is no tomorrow. Love life as though you will live forever. Finally love, love those you love as if you have never had your heart broken. Life
what else can I say except that it beats the alternative, which is always a long time. Faith
hope love and the power of being. What else is their, at least in this life. Life
death love hate war peace famine or plenty. In the end we still end up in the middle of two extremes. Old
new borrowed blue, in the end, we leave everything behind once the way over Jordan is open. All things are useful,
but are all things beneficial. That is where we can get into trouble. Deciding which one is which. “Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.”
― T.S. Eliot Wishful thinking,
even in the best of times. Is the one thing that I find, can be the most damning thing of all. That we are aware of what we need to do, what we have to do, and what we want to do, that the only thing that I can do, is just find a way, to get it all together. Good Morning Everyone,
in the morning just before the dawn when it is raining it find it peaceful almost soothing. That in some way it is all going to be alright. |
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