“Life is good”.
This is phrase so simple somehow means the most however heard the least. Its an understatement because most of the time life is good. All to often we consume ourselves in the bullshit that we begin accept is reality; it’s not. Good things happen. They don’t need to be sugar coated because very often it has challenges and desire that can go both fulfilled and unfulfilled.
It gets better, and one day we understand the bullshit we out up with and the things we can’t understand the moment of good sugar coats itself. Its as if going though curtain passages in the life is a right. Bad things will only make the good great. Life is understated. Good things do happen. They will always be there, just waiting. One day you will be rewarded. You will never be forgotten.It merely opens another chapter of life. Things come with time. When they come somehow even the bullshit feels alright.
"Life is good".
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Wanna fuck
Am a fuck
Give a fuck
Why the fuck do we bother?
Have you ever been walking down the street with your I-pod in your ears? Have you ever felt like you where in a movie?
For a brief moment in time, clueless toward the future or burdened by the past. You the star of the present. No distraction and no confusion, your simply in there. The moment is beautiful. Although rare and often taken for granted, those moments are perfect.
Tonight I was walking down the street. The tree where luminous, sprouting orange street lights and condensing on my cold frosty nose. I sang to myself because nobody else could see me, I was simply alone in the purity of the moment; beautiful.
As I walked further, the scene ended and the moment passed but I was the silent star; the moment was perfectly surreal but a moment of fame.
Huit
In the broad spectrum of human emotion, nothing is as destructive as the emotion of jealousy. Consider anger and upset; these emotions, although undesireable, are not maladaptive. There is no harm in visiting that dark place every now and again or throwing a fist through the air or into a pillow - not only are these normal human experiences, but they are fundamental to our development and essential to being human. Carl Jung once stated, "Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness; the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness". However, unlike the emotions of anger and sadness, jealousy serves no purpose. Jealousy is no more adaptive or constructive than it is logical; it renders no positive outcomes and is built upon no rational foundation, serving only to deplete our spirits and crush our self-esteem. Wanting what someone else has only makes us more dissatisfied with what we already possess, and brings us no closer to attaining whatever that magical object or characteristic is.
- Anonymous
Fancy some innocent love?
Life is good; a phrase so simple somehow means the most however heard the least. Its an understatement because most of the time life is good. All to often we consume ourselves in the bullshit that we begin accept is reality; it's not.
Good things happen. They don't need to be sugar coated because very often it has challenges and desire that can go both fulfilled and unfulfilled. It gets better, and one day we understand the bullshit we out up with and the things we can’t understand the moment of good sugar coats itself. Its as if going though curtain passages in the life is a right. Bad things will only make the good great.
Life is understated. Good things do happen. They will always be there, just waiting. One day you will be rewarded. You will never be forgotten. It merely opens another chapter of life. Things come with time. When they come somehow even the bullshit feels alright.
Life is good.
Call their bluff. Don’t show anger; they don’t care. Don’t argue back; that’s their fight one. Don’t acknowledge them; that’s what they want. Tonight I have learnt that on court, a player’s emotions are like a second person. This second person is the deciding factor. In the last 5 minutes, when you crack under pressure situations; that is fear playing. A great player will tell you that your biggest defence in these situations is ‘the bubble’. When you play in a bubble; that’s playing with courage. The ability to block out influences is the difference between being good and great. In those last 5 minutes nothing should have changed. I had never wanted anything so much in my life. Eyes for the ball, out for an intercept, up over the shot. So why did I let them get to me? Anger hinders action. In the last 5 minutes, the only player on court should be you. Tonight I learnt that calling their bluff is not retaliating. Had I played by this, we may have won. Had our team played like this, we would have won.
Call their bluff. Don’t show anger; they don’t care. Don’t argue back; that’s their fight one. Don’t acknowledge them; they’ve achieved what they wanted to do. Tonight I have learnt that on court, a player’s emotions are like a second person. This second person is the deciding factor. In many ways this is true in life. Emotions get the better of us. We find that we live our day to day lives out of apprehension, resentment, misery or joy. In the end we all lose. Hide your emotions; don’t let things get the better of you; let them call your bluff. It’s best that these emotions are hidden as a form of defence. People and situations will eat away at you to the point where you act out of fear, not courage. Nelson Mandela once said ‘I have learned that courage is not absence of fear, but a triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who concurs that fear.’ Just as in life and a match, we are all afraid. At one point, you must acknowledge that fear, stare it in the face and walk over it. When your hand is dealt, hold your face. Don’t itch, blink, breath heavier. Call it, check it and then play it; win.
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Ever wondered who you’re meant to be? What were meant to do in this life? Times go by and routine becomes a means to an end; driven by our own alter ego, gradually we learn to simply ‘get by’. However ‘getting by’ never seems enough. While on our never-ending searching for ‘enough’, we begin to search for the means; the ways in which we get what is truly enough in our lives. Confused? So am I. So why can’t our so called 'purpose' be simple? What else is there to life? Everything is never enough. Enough, being content, makes a career, family and money seems necessary. Society has this way of playing tricks on you. ‘Consumerism’, consumes us and we begin to blur the line between enough and necessary. Greed consumes the mind like famine consumes a country. Famine, murder, injustice are all secondary to our won wants.
One day we grow up and only then realise that our eyes have been closed; or is this our excuse? There is more to me and my meaning in life. You only need to look as far as a mother with cancer or the orphanages Asia. This need to consume is replaced with guilt. Facing the truths of life and harshness of reality is confronting. There is more to life than wanting more, as others need more. When do I start making a difference and stop making excuses? In the time it takes you to read this paragraph, 318 people have died. In the time it takes you to work out how many people that is per minute; another 9 people are dead. So what’s your excuse?
In the broad spectrum of human emotion, nothing is as destructive as the emotion of jealousy. Consider anger and upset; these emotions, although undesireable, are not maladaptive. There is no harm in visiting that dark place every now and again or throwing a fist through the air or into a pillow - not only are these normal human experiences, but they are fundamental to our development and essential to being human. Carl Jung once stated, "Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness; the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness". However, unlike the emotions of anger and sadness, jealousy serves no purpose. Jealousy is no more adaptive or constructive than it is logical; it renders no positive outcomes and is built upon no rational foundation, serving only to deplete our spirits and crush our self-esteem.
Wanting what someone else has only makes us more dissatisfied with what we already possess, and brings us no closer to attaining whatever that magical object or characteristic is. Jealousy undermines everything that we already are, ignoring all the things that make us special and unique; the eyes of jealousy make us blind to ourselves. We cannot possess that which belongs to other people, so why wish to be in someone else's shoes, own someone else's possessions or attain someone elses gifts? And what's to say they don't envy something that you have? We were not made to be someone else, and we cannot be someone else; there is no logic that supports this distressing emotion. In the end, all we can do is be the best version of us that we can possibly be.
- Annonymous
One day I lost contact; values, family, ideals, morals, right and wrong. When you’re told by the closest person in your life that they think you don’t love them anymore, what are you supposed to do? Meant to say? Because at the end of the day, did I realise what I was doing? When did it get to a point where normality was blurred? The things which once seemed important to life became trivial and I lost sight of the word importance. I took for granted the importance of surprising them with flowers, asking how their day way, kissing them before bed. Importance now seems to be in my little domain; a room which has become my safety net. Now it hinders me from finding and creating substance.
My problems are somewhat juvenile and irrelevant to the greater good of the world. This irrelevance has created a hole in my house and I have isolated myself so much so that I have lost the meaning of the values trust, honesty and love. I know that I love those that I live with, so why can’t they see that? My issues are no reason to blind them of my love, so the contact I once had is now a void in the contact I have valued the most. Going about your everyday routine, in your everyday mood actually has a substantial effect on those you live with and love. They begin to notice the growing frown line on your head, or the drop of tone in your voice, the way you reply with grunts and pensive laughs. This is not an excuse for growing up. One day, I will lose all of this; and I won’t be a little girl. The path I have taken recently has made me unconsciously hurt those I value most. So, if I woke up tomorrow and god struck me down with a bolt of lightning, what would I have lost altogether? At the end of the day, importance of love is never been blurred, only hidden from those who need it most.
