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Your day is only as good as you make it. Make it great. ~ Pru
Your day is only as good as you make it. Make it great. ~ Pru
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You don’t have to wait for the good stuff... it’s all around you...you just have to notice it. ~ z2zOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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Everything is energy. Your thought begins it. Your emotions amplify it, and your actions increases its momentum. ~ UnknownOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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Don’t spend your life waiting for better moments. They are here now. ~ RumiOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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You are the channel that love enters each present moment. ~ Louise HayOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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A pure heart open to the light, will be filled with the very essence of truth. ~ RumiOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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The soul does not love, it is love itself. ~ Yoga SutraOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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Those who flow in love never pour empty. ~ RumiOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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Begin each day with optimism and end with forgiveness. ~ OSHOOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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Let it enfold you
by Charles Bukowski
When I was a young man, I felt that these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing. I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man and especially no woman. I was living a hell in small rooms, I broke things, smashed things, walked through the glass, cursed. I challenged everything, was continually being evicted, jailed. In and out fights, in and out my mind.
Women were something to screw and rail at. I had no male friends. I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, English accents, Spain, France, Italy, walnuts, and the color orange. Algebra angered me, opera sickened me, Charlie Chaplin was a fake and flowers were for pansies. Peace and happiness were to me sign of inferiority. Tenants of the weak and addled mind.
But as I went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, my passage through any number of women, it gradually begun to occur to me that I wasn’t different from the others, I was the same. They were all fullsome with hatred, glossed over with petty grievances . the man I fought in alleys had hearts of stone. Everybody was nudging, inching, cheating from some insignificant advantage. The lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator.
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times, I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt. Maybe the other life had worn me down, I no longer found glamour in topping somebody in conversation or in mounting the body of some poor, drunken female whose life had slipped way into sorrow. I could never accept life as it was. I could never gobble down all its poisons.
But there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking. I reformulated. I don’t know when, date, time, all that. But the change occured, something in me relaxed, smoothed out, I no longer had to prove that I was a man. I didn’t have to prove anything, I begun to see things. Coffee cups lined up behind a counter in a café or a dog walking along a sidewalk or the way the mouse on my dresser top stopped there, really stopped there with its body, its ears, its nose, it was fixed, a bit of life caught within itself, and its eyes were looked at me and they were beautiful.
Then it was gone. I began to feel good, I began to feel good in worst situations and there were plenty of those, like say, the boss behind his desk, he is going to have to fire me, I’ve missed too many days, he’s dressed in a suit, necktie, glasses, he says “I’m going to have to let you go”, “it’s alright” I tell him. He must do what he must do, he has a wife, a house, children, expenses, most probably a girlfriend. I’m sorry for him. He’s caught.
I walked out into the blazing sushine, the whole day is mine, temporarily anyhow. The whole world is at the throat of the world, everybody feels angry ,short-changed, cheated. Everybody is despondent, disillusioned. I welcomed shots of piece, tattered shards of happines, I embraced that stuff like the hottest number, like high heels, breasts, singing, the works.
Don’t get me wrong, there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism that overlook all basic problems just for the sake itself. This is a shield, a sickness.
The knife got near my throat again, I almost turned on the gas again, but when the good moments arrived again, I didn’t fight them off like an alley adversary, I let them take me, I luxuriated them, I bade them welcome home, I even looked into the mirror once having thought myself to be ugly, I now liked what I saw. almost handsome, yet a bit ripped and ragged, scars, lumps, odd turns, but all in all, not too bad, almost handsome. Better at least than some of those movie star faces like the cheeks of a baby’s butt.
And finally I discovered real feelings for others, unheralded, like lately like this morning, as I was leaving for the track, I saw my wife in bed, just the shape of her head there covers pulled high, just the shape of her head there, not forgetting centuries of the living and the dead and the dying, and pyramids, mozart dead but his music still there in the room, weeds growing, the earth turning, the tote board waiting for me. I saw the shape of my wife’s head, she so still, I ached for her life just being there under covers, I kissed her on the forehead, got down the stairway, got outside, got into my marvelous car, fixed the seat belt,backed out the drive, feeling warm to the finger tips, down to my foot on the gas pedal, I entered the world once more, drove down the hill pass the houses full and empty of people. I saw the mailman, honked, he waved back at me.Ethanol is a toxic chemical, why would I drink it?Comment
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When it becomes more difficult to suffer than to change.... you will change.
Robert AnthonyEthanol is a toxic chemical, why would I drink it?Comment
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A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. ~ Albert CamusOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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What you are not changing you are choosing. ~ PruOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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Within you is the power to rise above any situation or struggle, and transform into the best version of you. ~ OSHOOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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The light at the end of the tunnel is not an illusion. The tunnel is. ~ PruOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to readComment
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