reality

                   Reality is well, relative to each of us. Facing reality is also unique to each of us. Some of us refuse to look reality straight in the eyes. Others never stop facing it down. My reality is different from yours in that you are not me and I am not you. What matters in my life has no meaning in yours and visa versa. We make some of our reality, other parts are thrust upon us from the world around us. Whether we want it or not. How we handle what life throws at us is also unique to each of us. A body does not have to look for the negative in life, it pummels us constantly. The positive, however is almost like a game of hide-n-seek. It is always present but it is not always obvious. If you choose to see the negative then the negative is all you will find everywhere and in everyone. You will miss the simplest pleasures life has in abundance and you will cause everyone around you to feel inadequate with your constant criticism of everything and everyone. If you do not look for the happy, you will find only the dismal. Your reality will be miserable. Your miserable reality will seep into every other reality you touch. No one is upbeat and happy all the time but many many many people are miserable ALL the time. Life is not easy. We would not want it to be completely easy, just easier from time to time. Hardships mold us into who we are. Calloused hands come from hard work. Calloused hearts come from hard lives but that does not mean you have to be harsh to the people you encounter. Consideration is the pumice stone of a calloused heart, it helps soften the edges. Try to look at life from a different point of view, look at it thru someone else's eyes. Walk a mile in their shoes. Step back sometimes and maybe come at reality from a different angle.
                     Just thinking out loud for all the world to see...........  

wordless

                       I need to write. I want to write. But the words will not form on the page only saline in my eyes. So many thoughts swirling in my mind, bad, worse and oh the ones that just really need to get OUT! The situation is only monumental in my little world.  in my little mind. I can't express what is up here in my head, I am not even sure what I am feeling. Bitterness comes to mind first. Impending what? loss? sadness? hatred? devastation? It seems so unfair. And yet there is a calm amongst the tempest. A very small spot of stillness. But I find no solace in the stillness. Only loneliness. Comfort is offered but it is not felt. I have been here before only not. I have felt this uncertainty before only not. The voices that scream in my head are frantic. And yet I am deaf and hear nothing. So they scream louder, demanding to be heard. I refuse. I do not like what they have to say, so I do not listen. I am not so naïve that I do not understand the gravity of the situation that they scream about. It does, however, seem quite unreal. All their screaming only makes it more surreal. That saddening nightmare you desperately want to wake up from. It is reality and must be faced. No one can stand in our place and face it for us, it is something we must face ourselves, not alone, but not with any one either. Arm in arm yet standing alone. However it comes it will be met with strength, looked at squarely in the face, feet planted firmly, shoulders braced for the blow. The path is rugged and dark. It climbs steeply. It turns sharply. Its destination is unclear. It is filled with loneliness amongst crowded ways. All this and still the words will not fall out, will not free themselves from my mind to express what is raging inside.
                              Just thinking out loud for all the world to see...............