some lessons are taught more effectively through absence than presence. some lives are meant to inspire, others are meant as cautionary tales. i have learned much in life through my father, most of which was how not to live. i still value what he taught me and love him for the man i knew he could be.
hold those you love close.
be the first to apologize.
see the good in others.
fight for what you believe.
do what you’re good at.
have hobbies that enrich your life.
laugh, and make other’s laugh.
control your attitude and work ethic.
never stop learning.
be worth leaning on.
look everyone in the eye.
have a firm handshake.
cultivate the earth.
learn a craft, and become good at it.
don’t hold a grudge.
strive to improve.
body, mind and spirit all need daily exercise.
speak of someone as if they were in front of you.
give of your time to those who need it.
have animals, love them as they love you.
appreciate all you have.
be grateful for each day.
Josiah lived frugally. He never used the Lord’s name in vain. In point of fact, he just never used the Lord’s name at all. Josiah believed that anything worth making was worth making yourself. He had little faith in that which couldn’t be understood through being taken apart and put back together. He flossed. He believed that true happiness was found between lines and chapters, and at the bottom of a reasonably priced glass of red wine.
Josiah needed the simple life. It spoke to his need for an orderly life.
That tends to happen, when you’ve lived a shade over two thousand years.
Josiah thought his brother deserved the hype he got. And while Jesus was Mary’s first born, he was by no means the Lord’s only child. He was the latest in a long line of failures- and the only to give up his birthright to ensure it for all others. Eternal life.
The stars shine above a sea of clouds. I cannot see them, but I take comfort in their presence, nonetheless. Late nights are rare in this chapter of my life, I strive for early morning darkness instead of late evening. But I cherish their silence. Late nights are a time for reflection, for strong brown drink, for planning. Different from a crisp morning full of potential, nights are full of unkempt dreams and gut wrenching longing. They speak to what could have been, and tickle the mind as to what can still be.
“HOW CAN WE EXPECT RIGHTEOUSNESS TO PREVAIL WHEN THERE IS HARDLY ANYONE WILLING TO GIVE THEIR-SELF UP INDIVIDUALLY TO A RIGHTEOUS CAUSE? SUCH A FINE SUNNY DAY, AND I HAVE TO GO, BUT WHAT DOES MY DEATH MATTER, IF THROUGH US THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ARE AWAKENED AND STIRRED TO ACTION?”
grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace
My love for you is an ocean. Many things in life are trivial, trite, and fleeting. Let my love be the tides. Let it be the warm kiss of the sea’s warmth in the tropics. Let my love be steadfast as a glacier, monumental as an iceberg, infinite as the sandy shores. May you know that my heart’s content near you is as the beating of waves upon your shore. It is as passionate as a tempest, filled with wrath for any who wrong you. My love covers the depth and breadth of all the oceans on earth and to the skies above.
I love you.
“Follow your passion”
“If you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.”
“Do what you love.”
We need to work, as much as that sucks. We need to make money and support ourselves so we can have shelter, eat, and be safe. The money we make in exchange for work performed is then exchanged for goods and services that others create. It’s a good system. However, many people will tell you to follow your passions, to do what you love.
I totally disagree.
Here’s my problem with that method; it only works for a very, very few. In some cases, you can’t support yourself doing what you love. And, 5 years from now (or 10, or 30), are you still going to have the same fervor for what you’re doing?
I don’t want to come to hate my passions. Instead, I’d prefer to love my passions, and work at doing what I’m good at.
It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.
i deleted facebook today.
time is precious, and what i choose to put in front of my eyes is what my brain will focus on. fewer screens, less trash, less pointless noise.
more activities, more hobbies, more time with those i love, more experiences.
divest from that which occupies me, invest in that which i choose to define me.
We all have choices. Some days we are fucking hardened and aggressive, pushing for more whether or not it’s deserved. Other days we’re maybe passive and complacent, allowing others to walk past us, over us, through us. The rest of the days we are assertive, pushing for what’s fair and empathetically assessing each moment of our lives. I will let my life err on the side of assertion, empathy, fairness. I will work to be kind before I’m rude, think before speaking, work hard before insisting others do so.