I awoke today and began to think: What if for one day everyone was nice. What if the greeted thier neighbors family and collegues with a smile and kindness. What if, you held the door for someone and they thanked you. Perhaps you could help an elderly person or one disabled with something as simple as putting groceries in the car for them. walk over and talk to your neighbor as you help them rake thier yard. After spending a day living life as it should be would you return to the life you currently are living or would you try to bring your new experience back with you and treat your fellow man and woman better in hopes of making this world better one person at a time. Just my thought of the day. Be blessed and Happy.
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An Old Cherokee Saying.This is probably the best, I've ever heard life explained!
TWO WOLVES One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. "One is Evil - It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. "The other is the Creator - It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith." The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed." This not my creation just something i though The sun rises and the sun sets, Day gives way to night, Then dark gives way to light, these are all cycles involving opposites. Perhaps it is our exact opposite that completes us, One who is unafraid when we are scared, one who is alert when we are tired. Hmmm this line of thought deserves more exploration I think,
I have been considering my life and things about me The most common aspect of my life is my family. The constant stimuli to my environment is Family. This includes friends and others I allow to surround me. Round and round, doth my mine reel and continually spin Like a single fallen leaf blowing upon an enchanted wind The past and the present violently lurch spin and collide Leaving me confused and inquisitive about whats inside So many lifetimes of knowledge lay hidden and secreted away I search them out so they once more see the light of the day The Warrior, one so strong of will, one almost feral at times The Poet, who seeks and reveals coded wisdom in rhymes The lover soft and gentle so full of passion with those that he loves true All these and others rage with in me, each a voice of what to say or do The child seeking approval affection and tender nurturing The Lord, strong, regal and wise, but always a noble King. The Lady, gentle nurturer, every bit a regal noble Queen. I ask all that read if they know or care what it is I mean. The Creator, the Sculpture, Painter, Builder and writer all Each aspect beckons unto me from within comes their call As parts of my body slowly begin to weaken and fail Others mental aspects awaken and began to set sail I know not to what paths, my own inner reflection and discoveries may lead I move slow and some what guarded seeking wisdom rather than speed I feel in order to know someone at all, one should first learn themselves to see All the potentials of another, and what has made them what they have come to be Long hours alone give me the serenity to search out the depths of all that is me So far I have come and even further yet to go, Who knows what may one day be All I know is sweet has been the journey and oft times it has been bitter as well As in depth and constructively upon the aspects of me I allow myself to dwell But remember one must live their life in order to evolve into what one might be Only in the balance of both can one reach the ultimate of their potential you see I am glad you have found these word here I have carefully wrote And hope you find a bit of wisdom to file away as a mental note True influences innumerable upon us bombard our defenses and walls But it is our choices we make to these unsolicited and frequent calls That shapes the person we allow our selves to become over time Like the choice of wording in each poets phrases and their rhyme We in the end are simply what we have allowed ourselves to be Through our choices, each individual molds the person they call me I hope my search into the depths of all that is me Has opened you eyes that you may also see It is ourselves have that control and shape our destiny May this knowledge set your implied limitations free I hope you become all you wish to be And you life become one that is happy One that is so much easier to live The chance to dream again I give Who we are is nowhere etched unmovable in stone For we are alive we are of changing flesh and of bone I leave it to you in what next you should try or do I hope you find contentment when you are through These wisdom's i have uncovered in the search for all that is Me You are in fact what you allow yourself to be I hope you now see YOU are in control and capable to mold and rearrange all that is you Alas I grow silent and with the best of wishes do bid thee all ado. The more i dig into the past to find who I am the more I wish to dig!!
Today is such a wondrous day, for it is here and belongs to me, yesterday is the past and belongs to History, And whilst Tomorrow the future is promising it may never be, This my friends is why today is special to me. ~~WW~~
Have you ever stopped to wonder at how the people about us during our lives have shaped who we have become? The phrases or slang that we use even the words we loose when we are angry and cuss. I have been examining this life to some degree drawing lines from aspects of my personality. I been connecting them to those in my life, now and before. It amazes me how much just one person can effect another in soft subtle ways. We constantly are changing or evolving some would say. I guess the bottom line is the person we will be in the tomorrows is slightly different from whom we are today. Just a poin
Butterflies and blue skies do I see, gentle breeze's do caress me, and through one imagination you can come fly with me, and perhaps you will be able to see as I see.
Think of waking each morning as an extension on a very Lavish blessing bestowed upon you by your creator. So do not waste the blessing you have received but make the most of it. If you enjoy each day as if it could be you last. You may find what it is like to truly be alive. Take note of the little and forgotten things and you may understand the big or complex things.~the Wind Whisperer
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