Weight Limits

Hang in there. Stand strong. Weather the storm. It's always to soon to quit. Put your big girl panties on. Grow the f*** up and deal with it. Suck it up.

We've heard them, we live them..."stand strong" catch phrases. Without epiphany or personal revelation they can be as crushing as an avalanche though. You can't draw strength from thin air..or fat air for that matter. The only source of transmittable strength that I can fathom is love, but it is in such short supply today. Everyone wants to be heard, but almost no one wants to do the work to be felt. How many of us feel alone, isolated, abandoned, mistrusting, and now like it that way.

This is not the way it's suppose to be people. This isn't life...it's more related to living death. Everyone wants to be heard and influence, but you have to pay the price for that kind of trust...with your ears. Listen and open your mind to what that person is sincerely saying and feeling. Until each of us stops believing we know it all, we will never have the kind of trust love can breed in.

Any hack and shove their opinion down someone's throat. It takes maturity and class to be slow to speak, and it never goes unappreciated. 

All That You Want

I can have it all...

    Maybe just not all at the same time. What gives you the strength to get up in the morning? What makes you fight, cry, and sacrifice it all? Naturally I should say my children...but then what do I tell my children they should fight for? 

     I want the house, the sweet car, and the crazy great income...but what is all that once I die? How many other people have achieved as much? Hundreds of millions surely. I want to leave the world a better place than I found it. The environment is important...but a starving child (or adult even) is more important. I want to teach my children what it means to live, and love life. 

    This may or may not come as a surprise to you, my dear reader...but I spent most of my life wishing I was dead. I only had a dream...no vision. I knew what I wanted to become, but had no practical way to get there. I am fighting now...not just hoping and dreaming...but fighting. For me, that's what it takes. I seem to have been born to fight. I lost that somewhere along the way, but I think I am finding it now...the fight! I want to live, and I want to teach my children to live...death is too easy. To die, before you have even loved enough to have lossed...no freaking way!