The Brutal Truth

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old people know best

while experiencing life I have noticed I really do love being comfortable.

I love shoes that are comfortable, clothing, my bed sheets, my hair and everything in between to be comfortable.

I was out and about doing what had to be done, and then it occurred to me that as I get older I am wanting more of life to be comfortable, not just about how I feel outside but inside too. why should I live feeling any other way?

This would mean that as you get older, you have experienced more and hopefully have learned something from that, and would know all of life's little secrets.

I would guess that if your lucky enough to have older people in your life that have the wisdom to share with you, you can skip all the searching and already have some of the answers to life passed down to you.

Also know that just because someone is old doesn't mean that they have learned much of life's lessons and may not have the best advice. this is the part where you have to do some of the work yourself.

I always appreciate a good conversation with those that are older than me, hoping that they have some secret information that can answer some of life's questions or struggles that I have been going through or that I can use to help others.

Isn't this the meaning of life or at least a part of it, to pass down our knowledge to others, so then they can focus on even more of life's lessons to again pass on to others.

or course to learn anything you first have to listen.

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have humans forgotten their power?

Time passes and time goes by, I often think there just may be a chance that us humans may have been much more.

what if there was a time that we had magic!

we had our own power and our own strengths, we all were different from each other, and were good at different things.

we could all use our gifts together for the good of all living beings.

if you read these words and they sound crazy, think of them again.

humans are already like this and we do have this ability, we are all different, we all have gifts.

we have forgotten to see this in each other, and in ourselves. instead we see what society has told us to see, and what to be.

look deeper into the people you surround yourself with. what are their gifts? what is yours?

are you a listener, a protector, a healer, a empath?

what gifts have you been given?

everything around you could be much more, everything around you is much more.

we only see what our mind allows us to see, how we have been conditioned.

cause and condition... people are often times the way they are, because of things that have happened to them in their lives.

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The value of an animal

I often hear people talking about the value of animals, assuming that human lives are more.

I remember even at a very young age I never liked hearing those words. I would wonder how they knew that to be true.

how did they know that their lives are worth more?

My dog Bitsey lay beside me while I type this, I can look into her eyes and see her worth and I don't feel it any less than mine.

she gets scared, she loves, she worries, she takes care of me and I take care of her, how is she any different then me?

She may look different than me, and can't speak any language I can understand, but we are the same.

the next time you see a spider crawling along beside you... think to yourself, I wonder if the little creature may be scared?

I wonder if he may be trying to get somewhere, and I just happen to be in its way.

most of us kill the little creature without any remorse what so ever, and while we don't even notice a change in our day for this act, we may just have killed a living creature that is very aware of what we have done.

Let the spiders run I say, let them live another day!

Take a jar and let them free, one day that little soul might thank you for your compassion.

not in this life and this carnation, but maybe the next.

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what life has taught me.

I sat with her today, looking into her aged face,  and seeing how strong this woman has always had to be. Her husband died 4 years ago today and I had the honor to hear about him.

we had just recently met and I knew this one was different.

 to hear her life,  to truly know her... I would have to earn her trust.                    trust you see is something that someone should earn, and not so freely given away.

She talked of him with love on her face,  pain.... but yet something warm too.

she shared with me many stories, some sad and some happy. 

she looked up at me,  her expression withered, and said “he loved me so much...  he was just crazy about me, and yet I was mean me him”.

I could feel the pain in her voice like a knife stabbing me through the chest. she had regrets like we all do,  to be human is to make mistakes.

She misses him dearly. she regretted every time she was ever mean, ever took him for granted.

I felt my eyes moisten  I’m so sorry life has been hard.

 I can feel how you hurt.

while our eyes met,  I knew this was a lesson for me,  something I would always carry.

I then realized that maybe I might feel this way if I ever lost someone I really care about,  and life would never be the same.

I went home that night with her in my heart, 

 I looked at my husband and said “I love you”,  even when we disagree I will always keep in my mind that I need to enjoy my time with you,  let go and appreciate all the little things you do.

I have learned I need to appreciate all the people in my life,  cherish them, and remember that I need to... one day they may be gone, I want to enjoy my time with them.