It helps me climb
I discovered writing at the bottom of a pit.
Life consists of peaks and valleys. You'll experience your share of high points and low moments. The best metaphor to use depends on your life. Personally, I've been to the stars and I've been in a hole, so deep that there might as well not have been a way out.
I discovered writing in the deepest hole I've ever been in. I was at the worst point of an existential crisis. And I was at the crossroads of hugging the void and accepting my depression or figuring out how to climb. At that point, my thoughts were overwhelming. For a pretty laid-back guy, I could not turn my brain off and enjoy a moment of peace and quiet. The best way to describe it is life had no meaning and I wasn't suicidal, but I was waiting to die constantly. They say life is short, but not for everyone, sometimes this thing is LONG.
One day while I was online I came across some subjective advice that told me to write it all out. Don't scream into a pillow, don't punch a wall, or take it out on anybody. Grab a notebook and take it out on as many pieces of paper as you need.
Write when the thoughts are overwhelming.
Write so that you can see the entire problem.
Write to organize your thoughts.
But most importantly, write to get it all out.
Writing allowed me to begin to understand what I was going through. And figure out what the big questions I needed to answer were. Eventually, I was able to fill up the hole I was in and climb out. Rather than hug the void I was able to close it up for good.
Now, no matter how far life throws me, I can never fall that far again.
My treasure
My hubby makes life worth living.
He has been my calm, the tortoise to my manic hare.
My own personal chef who can make sushi making easy.
His athletic physique makes me bite my lower lip.
He puts up with my needs.
My I want child like attitude.
When I was at my lowest he pulled me out of the well of despair.
But
You don’t want him.
He pops his bum to one side when he farts and proudly smiles.
He blows his nose into the air when no one looking.
His military career means he’s away 9 months out of the year.
When he sees red he implodes and has to be calmed down.
If he doesn’t get his own time to exercise he becomes agitated.
What I see in him you don’t see and that what makes him mine.
My treasure.
Infinite Wisdom
My wife, who is my closest confidant and best friend, is beautiful, smart, funny, kind, patient, and compassionate. You, however, do not want her because God, in His infinite wisdom, created her just for me, and me just for her. Neither of us would work with anyone else.
My brother, who has his quirks just like me, is there for me every time I need him, and I for him as well. We share the bond of philadelphia well. We know and understand each other in a way no one else can comprehend. But you would not want him because God, in His infinite wisdom, knew that we were meant to be brothers and none other would fit.
My children, now grown and better men than me, still share a wonderful relationship with me, their mother, and each other. While the each have their own strengths and weaknesses, their hearts are good, their minds clear, and their members willing and able to do what is right. But you would not want them because God, in His infinite wisdom, gave them to me and their mother alone to love, teach, encourage, and prepare. In any other home they would be different people; not to say bad people or worse people, but different people. They are now who they were, have always, been meant to be.
Mother’s day?
Mother's day, do you mean that's all? We only get one day for the 364 days we fall.
You see, we are the lonely soldiers that no one come back to retrieve. We work day in and day out working from our knees. We sacrifice our "nights out with the boys." But we exchange it for cookies and reading night with our pride and joys. One day for mother's is what you say? Well, treat us as Royalty on that special day! Because no other person will stand by your side and wipe your face when you fall or stop the tears that roll down your eyes. Only that women will come and make sure you have cover. Yes, she's the lady next door, the lady at the store, the lady at the
school, she's Your Mother!
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY LADIES, You are loved!
Plants
I would use plants to change the world. I think that every city should have a garden which is tended to by everyone in the community. Now, know what you're thinking. There are so many problems with that. Who would actually tend to the garden? That's expensive. where would you put it? But please hear me out on this one. Plants can solve several problems.
1) Food shortages. All across the globe, there are food shortages. With a garden growing food, especially if it is a greenhouse and grows year-round, all sorts of civilians would get the food that they need.
2) Obesity. America, as a whole, is fat. Some embrace it and some are appalled by it. But one way to help with the health crisis is through eating fresh food that is good for you.
3) Health in general. People need to be healthy and eat food that is good for their bodies and mind.
4) Community. A community has to come together and work with one another to keep the garden well-run. It would stir up pride, teach hard work, and bring people closer.
5) Global Warming. Global warming can also be reduced by a large number of plants, pollution would improve as well.
I understand that there are problems with the plan, but there are solutions.
1) People taking care of the garden. If you want to use the garden, you must help in the garden for at least 30 minutes. There would be people there to regulate the garden though.
2) Pricing. There would have to be a community effort given in order to create it.
3) Globalization. Getting it to other countries would be a slight problem and one that I am not sure how to solve. Any ideas?
What do you guys think?
Sheer Twist of Fate
This morning I visited grandma at the hospital, swept my palms over her body and wiped away her illness. She has been suffering from throat cancer and at stage four, there was no assurance that she would last a year or even a month.
Yesterday, tears cascaded down my cheeks as the doctor told us how the G-tube was dislodged and grandma needed surgery, but mother refused to let her go through it because she was frail. She was coughing out blood which smeared the piece of cloth mother was holding close to her, no voice was coming out of her mouth and having lost vigor, she was carried to the washroom whenever she needed to be there.
I melted when mother almost fainted upon seeing our patient, all hale and hearty. My family could now afford to smile. It was overwhelming to see my relatives chat happily with grandma who kept reassuring them that they had nothing to worry about. She was feeling new, she said.
Having wanted a happy and healthier life for everyone, I have provided a cure for every disease out there and made the human body cells not multiple abnormally. I have softened the hearts of the mean wealthy people who find it hard to extend a helping hand. So pure are they that they are creating vacancies where none existed. The greedy ones are now content, the selfish selfless.
The pattering rain has made the environment look richer, the green carpet being highly attractive with healthy plants and blossoming flowers. The animals couldn't be healthier. Rome was not built in a day, but yes, change is now inevitable thanks to my omnipotence.
The Making of a Psychopathic God
“I was once a man . . . not so different from you.”
The words slipped off my tongue lacking the condescension I had intended.
“I know, my lord.” Came his reply.
He knew? What did this poor slob know? He knew nothing.
I . . . I know everything. Rather, I can make them think I know everything. Close enough.
“I had gone to bed slightly parched,” I began to recite the tale I had told hundreds of times, “It was a hot summer day . . .”
“Yes, my lord,” the beggar took advantage of my pause. “I know the story. I have heard tell of how you woke to find water dripping from the ceiling, how it quenched your thirst and how mysteriously it vanished.”
“I had summoned it. Even unintentionally. That is how great my powers are.”
This story was a vague facsimile of the truth. There was water but it quenched anger more than thirst. That sordid fool never bothered me again.
“Perhaps you can explain to me one thing,” I pause to build the tension, enjoying the feel of his rising hope, reveling in anticipation of knocking it back down. The power to crush a spirit is truly the greatest power of all. “Why ever would I do something for a maggot such as you?”
He sputters searching for an answer. “But . . . you said . . . once you were not so different. I thought you might understand my situation.”
“Once perhaps, but I am no longer the man I once was. I am as unlike you as day is unlike night, matter unlike emptiness, life, death. You are nothing. While I, I am everything.” A lightning bolt followed by a rippling crack of thunder punctuates my sentence.
I hate this kind of nonsense. I was no common man. I am not unable to sympathize with this man’s troubles but even at my weakest I was so much more than he could ever be. A nothing like him could never wrest such power from the hands of fate. I deserve this power. I suffered for it. It is my right. I am wisest. While I am generous with my gifts, I am careful to keep everything in check. I can only do so much or who know what evil could be unleashed. I must pick and choose, decided and conquer for the good of all mankind. Only I know what is best. No regular mortal could face the challenges I must. Greedy and lazy the lot of them.
Well, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, as they say.
“At any rate, I will help you.” I declare. “You have asked me no great thing.”
I snap my fingers, unnecessarily, of course, just for show. A basket appears at the beggar’s feet. He bows low, thanks me profusely and leaves.
I should not be so generous. It only encourages them. These small, pitiful, powerless creatures ought to make do on their own, as I always had. No one should have things handed to them.
It is so satisfying to flaunt my dominion and I am so kind, so generous. Like a loving father, I daresay.
They owe me so much more than their feeble minds can comprehend. They ought to pay me back, yet there isn’t much they could offer. I don’t require anything from anyone.
They could work for me, though I don’t need them to.
I can make them suffer to prove their value, hurt them to prove their strength, all the while demanding they shower me with praise and honor just to let them live. I could force them to worship me, to suffer, bleed and even die for me.
I could promise rewards for them in the next life, the life after life. They don’t know any better. They would believe every word.
And you know what?
I think I shall.