The truth is everyone finds themselves at a point where they look around in disbelief. They see themselves at a downfall and they wonder where things went wrong.
No one gets away from life without a scratch or a bruise. Everyone falls. Everyone trips or slips and hits the ground.
Even winners lose sometimes. Believe it.
At one point or another, we have all seen or watched someone rise from their own ashes. We have seen people recover and overcome to push themselves to success.
The fact is people are truly an incredible species. However, we often find ourselves caught in our own doubts and denials, which keeps us from reaching our best possible life.
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From the Boys: Nostalgia
It seems like this must have been a lifetime ago. The group of us have all moved away and branched out in different parts of the country. Some of us grew older. Some of us grew apart and some submerged in the winds of anonymity.
There are rare occasions that come up which incline us all to get together. But aside from this, life has taken shape for us all. People moved on. They found careers and built lives for themselves. They built homes and families and yet, somehow, no matter where we go or how far we move away, we will always be old friends from the neighborhood.
A Night In The City
The city is so different to me now. Or maybe this is only me. Maybe she is exactly the same, which, let’s face it. She really is.
The streets have the same names. The names on the buildings might have changed. The decorations are a little different now, but the avenues are still the avenues and the cobblestones downtown are the same as they’ve always been.
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I still say there is no theft worse than the theft of a childhood. I say that empty ball fields and playgrounds are a travesty. I say the act of playing or swinging on swing sets is a birthright.
I say that every kid must get dirty. This is essential. Kids should have to know what it means to scream as loud as they possibly can and run around as wild as they can be. Games are important. Playing is important. Imagination is just as important to the mind as air is to the lungs or food is to the belly. Nothing should ever get in the way of this.
Daybreak
There was a picture I saw of the beach this morning. The sun was coming up and the sky was all orange and purple. I thought to myself about the last time — when was it?
I couldn’t remember. I can’t remember the last time I felt my toes in the sand. It was San Diego, I think.
The morning was all hazy and gray at first. There were a length or rock piles that reached from the shoreline and went out several yards into the Pacific. The waves crashed here, which was perfect to create the sound effects of a shoreline daydream.
I never saw a sunrise like this before.
A Little Birdie Told Me
There is a deck that runs around the upper level at the back of my home. The view faces the Cobus, Horse Stable, and the Catamount, and Panther Mountains. It’s a nice view. I think you would like it.
Continue readingLetters From A Son: Mother’s Day, May 10, 2020
At a time like this, I ask myself, “What would Mom say?”
With everything that goes on and with the world in a “time-out,” so-to-speak, I wonder what Mom would say about all this.
I assume Mom would tell me not to worry. I am sure Mom would tell me, “this too shall pass.” She would always say this when times were bad.
Anxiety and the Thought Machine
Nothing is ever comfortable when anxiety hits. As someone that understands anxiety first hand, I have made it a point to reach out to others that struggle with this as well. I wanted to speak with people that live with different anxiety disorders or struggle with panic attacks.
As a means to learn more, I shared text threads with small groups of people that reached out when the anxiety hit.
This was not done as a professional by any means. Instead, the groups and conversations were used to gain a better perspective. Plus, I wanted to learn helpful tactics to help myself as well as others. More than anything, I wanted to understand what works best.
A Dream Scene
There was a small pond just around the backside of a little compound where I stayed a few times. The compound was a circular lot with A-frame cottages that pre-date the year I was born. Perhaps the place predated my birth by at least a decade or possibly more. The old cottages were quaint and small with the original decorations. I suppose the years and age had changed the place.
The resort was built to accept the run-offs and overflows of people looking for an alternative to hotels and the Pocono ski resorts. The amenities were antiquated at best but the fireplace was good. The cottages were nowhere near the five-star experience but the atmosphere was warm and kind.
Fear of Fear
Everyone is afraid of something . . .
We all have our groups of fear. I know that my fears range from valid to simple, and irrational to rational. I know this is a fact. Then again the same can be said for most of us down here on Project Earth. We all feel. We all think. At times, we overthink to the point where simple decisions become difficult. Life can be scary sometimes. I know this and you do too, which is why this is a true story.
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