If there is a ceremony I would add to my calendar, it would be a Me Day. It will be my special kind of festival. It wouldn’t be the same day as my birthday. It wouldn’t be a day friends and family will call to give me numerous wishes. It wouldn’t even be a day I get the most amazing gifts. It would be a day that only I know about. I would wake up as late as I want, eat what I want, not exercise, make sure it is a day that I don’t see any faces. I will turn my phone off so there will be no interference. It will be the only day in the year I get to be selfish and not judged for it. A perfect day only for me. Well, maybe I will buy myself a little gift just to spice things up, get a weight chart and have a phone handy to call 911, just in case (LOL). Hands up if you’ve never thought of the same thing, or at least something similar.
I have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. The only thing I know is everyday presents an opportunity for me to be one step closer to or farther from my actual destination. I don’t know if I’ll be rich and famous or poor and needy. The only thing I know is that everyday is a mile to or away from either. Whatever the case I know I will always desire for more, never less. That is what drives my daily life and I’ll gladly take it. Actually, famous for something is my main goal. Don’t judge me!
If there were a billion choices to be made and I wasn’t sure exactly what to do I’ll make none. There’s something I’ve noticed- the right decision gives you some kind of grace period but the wrong decision seems too appealing and imposes itself. Well, all other things being equal, that is. Not always, I mean. So I’ll rather wait for that moment of truth than grab that absurdly perfect moment.
One of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced is sitting behind my laptop and having no idea what alphabet to type let alone words. It’s like hanging over a cliff and screaming “hand me a rope, anybody, just grab me a rope”. Reason? Such makes me question if I really am the writer I thought I was. Man, it takes hours of a trance to get a grip on that!
For missing my daily posts for more three days now, no body has any idea how my heart is itching for countless words to just complete it. I really should catch up. This probably doesn’t count as a real post but with the desire to maintain the pace oozing out of system, trust me, this is top notch.
Forgiveness doesn’t have to be based on the kind of hurt. If you really want to learn how to forgive you just have to learn to regard everything as trivial, when you do the kind of hurt doesn’t matter. After forgiving, it doesn’t mean you have to associate with the person. Even if the person’s hurt caused you to sin. If your hand causes you to sin cut it off, but you have to forgive all.
There is something I’ve still not been able to figure out in years- why people will even read what I post. It is the greatest honour ever that someone out there is willing to spend at least fifteen seconds of whatever I have coined from probably just a second of a thought. Today, my audience, I give you the respect you deserve. Not just us who write deserve it- you do more. Just one of you makes the views one higher than the former. Minus you, there’s actually no count.
Happy Audience’s Respect Day:-)